Demon Sage Chapter 11

Looking back and forth at the parchment in his hand, if he didn't know the origin of this book, Donald might just regard it as the result of the store manager's inadvertent creation. After all, ordinary people don't know the meaning of the symbols on it, and treat it as ordinary packaging supplies. It's okay to use.

But the book comes from a man who, like Donald, was plagued by evil forces, and according to the store manager, things had gotten better the second time he came to the store, and the book was delivered wrapped in parchment.

Of course, this can be a coincidence, but Donald prefers another possibility. The previous owner of the book found a solution to the problem, so he no longer needed the book, so he returned to the bookstore.

Naturally, the handwriting on the parchment could not be automatically generated. Could it be written by the man? Maybe it was another way he wanted to tell someone who had the same troubles as himself to solve the problem.

"The victims help each other."

Chewing this sentence, now it seems that there is another layer of meaning hidden in it.

Since the method of approaching the darkness was proposed, and the book was wrapped in parchment, could it be said that the other party has already hidden this method in the book?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Donald read the book "Exorcism of Evil" in detail. This time, he read page by page, not to miss any suspicious marks. Find out the precious messages left by predecessors.

However, after flipping through most of the book, let alone precious information, Donald didn't even find more than five marks.

It is true that there are traces of writing and scribing in some places, but even if each word is broken apart and crushed, it still has no special meaning, but it gives me a headache.

"Ah~ is it really just an accident, or is my method wrong?"

I didn't learn how to walk into the dark, but I had a full understanding of the baptism ceremony in the book.

The book "Expel the Evil" mentioned that when someone is entangled by evil spirits such as resentment, if they are followers of a certain sect, they can seek help from within the sect. Every mature sect has a set of exorcism procedures. The price is around £50.

The amount of this money can't be said to be large. For the middle class, it can be taken out by gritted teeth. At most, the next days may be more compact. There is no way, to save lives.

It's small but not too small, at least in terms of Donald's current income level, if there is no other source of income, he has to spend at least a year to save money.

For such a long period of time... the grave-head grass may have reached a height of one zhang.

"It's really a capitalist society with all kinds of evils. Even exorcism requires money. What if God loves the world?"

Lying on the chair, Donald complained helplessly.

In fact, he knew in his heart that it was understandable that this kind of exorcism ceremony required money. The various props used in the ceremony and the appearance of several important clergymen were not low-level resources.

The human and material resources are all borne by the church and are free of charge. It is foreseeable that the clergy in the church usually don't have to do other things, just exorcise every day.

It's free, you can try it if you have any ailments. How wonderful!

Putting down the book for a while, reaching for the bread and lemonade in the bag next to him, the rare good weather, staring at the book for so long, it's not too much to relax for a while.

It's just that he touched the bag back and forth a few times. Looking back, the thing was behind the wicker chair, close to the stone frame on the left, which was a bit strange. Donald had the impression that he left the bag casually on the wicker chair. On the edge, how did you get there.

Could it be that he was too engaged in reading just now, and his memory became confused?

This seemed to be the only explanation, and got up from the chair to get the bag back.

However, the moment Donald squatted down and grabbed the mouth of the bag, his eyes were unconsciously level with the potted plant on the stone shelf on the left, and the next moment he got goosebumps all over his body!

Among the branches of a pot of roses, a mouse standing on two legs was watching him. Yes, Donald was sure that the mouse was looking at him, which was a chilling feeling.

People often think animals are cute because they make anthropomorphic movements, but don't get me wrong, because animals are cute!

How does it feel to imagine a swarm of cockroaches dancing around you?

Right now Donald is in front of a mouse, no, more than one. When his vision is fixed, he can see that there are several gray-black figures hidden in the potted plants around him.

Really numb scalp!

He took a few steps back abruptly, and Donald couldn't turn his head for a while. Why are there so many mice moving around during the day? How did they get up on this rooftop, and what were they going to do by staring at him?

In a hurry, he grabbed the small stool next to him. This action was a hostile signal in the eyes of the mice. They had been quiet before and made noisy squeaks.

At this time, Donald realized that it wasn't just the ones in front of him at all. The sound also appeared in the potted plants behind him. This rooftop was like a rat's nest!

Receding footsteps hurriedly turned to the entrance of the corridor, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He was going to step back first and let the professionals handle it, but before that, his eyes moved to the books and parchment on the reclining chair, thinking that if the mice went up and gnawed them, these would be flowers. Bought at a great price...  

He swallowed and rushed out to grab the things on the rattan chair. He wanted to return to the corridor again, but it was too late. A dozen mice blocked his escape route. It was just an ordinary mouse, something the size of a fist. , Donald is a giant, if he is really ruthless, just step on it.

The problem was that the oily-furred mouse in the middle was about a week old and the size of a puppy. He felt panic when he saw the two big yellowed teeth!

Who knows if these mice will carry certain diseases. If they go down, they will not be killed by demons, but they will be poisoned...

"What kind of world is this, the mouse is mutated... Is this the **** essence?"

The rats are pushing forward, Donald's footsteps are shrinking back, he doesn't have time to think about why so many rats gather on his rooftop and why they surround him in this way, now running is the most important thing .

"Hey! Can anyone help? There are a lot of mice upstairs in my house! Hurry up and call the police!"

He let out a howl, and it was true that there were no passers-by, several of them glanced up, those eyes... tsk tsk tsk.

Your house has a lot of mice, is it amazing?

She also called the police, planning to let the police clean up your home?

No one paid any attention to Donald at all!

Just when he was about to make up his mind to rush into the group of rats, the sudden appearance of pure white on the roof next door was a surprise.

Meow!

Chapter end