Chapter 41
Donald grins at the entrance of the alleyway, it’s still raining and dark clouds are depositing, but it doesn’t affect his mood.
The bet won!
Don’t look at the previous things as if everything went smoothly, it is based on the premise that all the processes are just right.
For example, when he first got into the car, if Donald had not thought about it in advance, threw out his identity as a demon contractor, hesitated a little, and said a plea for mercy or other words, he would have basically You have to go in vertically and come out horizontally.
Ogoff will have no mercy on Donald Grant as an ordinary person, even if he gets down on his knees weeping bitter tears.
turn peril into safety .
Not only did it successfully make the cult give up its silence on itself in the short term, but it also turned them into a special trading hub.
“The innate talent potion and the matching ceremony array…is this the real key to the heretics? Some materials appearing in the text Sherlock asked me to translate are innate talent Some materials in the potion?”
Innate talent can be obtained through the combination of potion and ceremony array, which is the key understanding of the trip to the cult stronghold, but what is the nature of the innate talent itself Woolen cloth?
Why can demon knowledge be able to answer those words? Could it be said that the so-called lost slate is actually something left by the demon?
It seems that I should try my best to cover up the fact that I can translate the text… Otherwise, it is likely to attract sanctions from the church. After all, anything about demons must be cleaned up in their eyes. object.
Having ups and downs in just one week, Donald is growing at an astonishing rate.
Thinking is the key to human progress.
But one thing he may not have thought of, if all the demons or gods can translate those words, how could the cult leave behind the lost slate and rubbing documents?
There are different aspects of human talents, demons also have their own specialties.
It can only be said that Donald ·Grant’s luck is very good…..
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I came to the study in my mind again, this time Donald walked to the desk with ease. The Clock Meditation Method can of course enter into meditation while awake, but the effect is far from being fully conscious.
Concentrating on drawing the clock pattern on the desktop, watching the blue light flowing from the tip of the pen seep into the paper, I feel more and more comfortable. This is another function of the Clock Meditation Method. It will give the cultivator’s spirit a full rest.
It can be likened to a spiritual spa bath.
Donald likes this feeling, throws away all his troubles, and just quietly feels the growth of his spirit strength.
However, from a certain moment, a voice that should not have existed began to appear in the ear.
XixixuosoXixixuoso
It seemed as if someone was whispering indiscriminately, the voice was very soft but quite penetrating, the focused Donald was awakened, unable to concentrate, and the The pen stopped immediately.
He didn’t leave his spiritual space, there was an inexplicable force driving him to find the source of the sound, so he stood up and started wandering in the study.
Look for something that I don’t know why I have confirmed its existence, and should be out of place here.
A gray fog rolled under his feet. It was clearly just fog, but Donald felt a chill, and the voice in his ear was still lingering. He stopped in front of a bookcase, and the voice seemed to come from above.
“Iris Street Map…”The Enemy of Religion”, “Evil Banishment”, these are the materials I have read?”
Read the books on the tall bookcase It seems that the rows are full, but more of them are just like blank notebooks. There is no label on the spine, and there is nothing in it when you pull it out. There are not many books that can really read the text on the spine.
I took out the book “Evil Banishment” that I had read before. The cover was exactly the same as the one I hid in the drawer of my desk, but when I opened the first page, the content was missing. Text, probably only one third is still on it.
This is a book that appears according to his memory. In other words, what is recorded in this book is his memory.
So where did this weird sound come from?
It is not surprising that the books marked with the spine position are pulled out one after another, but the small whispers in my ears never stop.
His gaze moved up from the area in front of him, past several layers of gray shelves, and on the bookshelf more than three meters above the ground, he saw the wisps of gray mist drifting from the ground. The inside spills out, this is the source.
How to go up? This height is not something that can be grasped by its own bouncing force.
Since it is his own spiritual world, it is very simple. Donald imagined that there was a small lift platform under his feet, closed his eyes, extended the hand, and touched a small joystick in the next second. Pull back, the body rises.
It didn’t stop until the right place. The books in this row were all without content numbers. Donald didn’t understand why there was a gray fog.
Just from left to right, pull out these books one by one, and wait until you reach the middle wine red cover book, a piece of paper folded in half is close to the back of another book in the air, gray Fog is emerging from the very center of the paper.
The two sides of the paper were slowly spread out, Donald had an impression of it. It was the open page in the notebook beside him when he woke up in the sewer.
The smeared sacrifice array is exactly the same, and the gray fog and sound are all coming from it.
It’s a thorn!
Donald tore the paper without the slightest hesitation, he sensed the ominous and gloomy above.
The sound stopped, and the flow of gray fog seemed to be stagnant. Donald sighed and finally stopped.
“You think this is the end?”
“Who!”
With a sudden voice, Donald turned his head and looked towards the desk, where There was another him, just the one he appeared in the mirror the night he just came out of the sewers.
Dark and evil.
“Do you think this is the end?”
The repeated words, this time, he stared at Donald, holding the pen in his hand, and slanted towards the person in front of him, the black one. The ink flowed from the tip, did not dissipate, but stayed in the area opposite the desk.
Diffuse, condensed, and finally formed a completely dark desk, and even the entire wall behind it began to be dyed dark, Donald’s eyes cast over, on the bookshelf over there, he saw Books, whether there are words or not, have all changed in appearance, the color has changed from brown, wine red to black, dark green!
This is pollution… from the power of the demon!
“Donald Grant? A soul from another world…between us, it’s not over!”
The other he did not know when he was sitting in the burning dark green On the flaming metal chair, there are two white bone lanterns on the side, the top of which is flickering with faint blue light, and the hands are holding a large and dark ancient book. It is clearly a demon, but there is an inexplicable silence.
At his feet, black and the brown floor collided in the center line of the entire room, rolling over, invading Donald’s spiritual world.
No…this spiritual world, it’s hard to say whose it is!