Black suspender trousers, two tie-ups hung on the shoulders of a light yellow shirt, and a dome-brown hat. Both of them were young people. The gray stains on their faces and clothes proved that their identity should be wandering between the bottom and the middle.

They may be waiting for prey on the streets outside, but who knew that a person would emerge from the manhole cover behind them.

He was forced from the manhole cover to the corner of the lane with a short knife. The black and gray stone bricks attached to it could smell a faint smell of coal. Due to the tension, Donald's eyes kept wandering around the two people.

At this moment, the consciousness suddenly became in a trance, lasting for about three seconds. The scene of the eyes seemed to be covered with a light red veil.

"Two gentlemen, I don't want to have a conflict with you. Gray fog is coming out of you. Don't you plan to deal with it?"

With the moonlight and his eyes passed through the red yarn, Donald found that some gray mist began to radiate the shoulders and heads of the two men, and he was wandering over their heads, thinking that something was wrong with their bodies and wanted to save the situation by reminding them.

Due to his high tension, he did not realize that the problem was actually him.

"Gray Mist...Mike, this person is not a mentally tramp, right? Will such a person have valuable things?"

The two young thieves looked at each other, and the one on the left whispered, beginning to wonder if he had taken a look away.

"This is his lie. Look at his leather shoes and the vest under his cloak. This is not the dress of the lower class. I bet that he must have a good family and must have money. If you kill him, we may not have to worry about money in the past few days."

Crime seems to be just an ordinary little thing in their mouths. In this era, killing people is not very difficult.

But at this time, Donald was obviously a bit out of reality. He swore that he would definitely see gray mist on the heads of these two people, and as they walked towards him with their knives, light red bloodshots began to appear in the gray mist.

What the hell is going on...

"superior!"

Mike's Adam's apple rolled, and the low instructions made Donald feel chilled from the bottom of his heart, and his skin was covered with fine goose bumps.

This is a dead end, and there is no way out in the rear. I have to die here again after I traveled through time?

"Wait...No!!"

The tip of the knife was only about 2 cm away from the chest, and a stream of passion or something rushed into my mind. Donald stretched out his hand and yelled.

Stopped.

The tip of the knife stopped!

The two thieves could only feel that the hand holding the knife was fixed in front of them, and they could no longer move forward, even a little bit.

"What's going on...my knife...the devil's family, this is a strange disciple! Run!!"

Mike stared at Donald's eyes, and the next moment he seemed to see a great horror. What a pair of terrifying eyes, the black eyes were deep and mysterious, but the central pupils were shining with deep red blood and phosphorescence.

When he was stared by these eyes, fear involuntarily emerged in his heart. The instinct of a creature made him leave, the farther away, the better!

A ferocious expression of horror appeared on his face, and he threw away the weapons in his hand without hesitation, and ran out of the alley with his friends around him.

"Ahem~hiss~drink~"

A series of unknown whine sounds came from Donald's throat watching the two murderers leave, and a strong sense of exhaustion spread from various parts of his body, causing him to collapse directly on the ground, and sweat came out layer by layer.

After a while, Donald felt his spine and armpits were already wet.

"Devil family members... strange disciples? What exactly does it mean, why did they run away? The knife just now... What kind of world is this damn!"

Although Donald himself naturally could not see the changes in his body, he still vaguely felt something from the murderer's mouth.

Relying against the wall, enduring the tremor of the body, and the uncontrollable divergence of thoughts.

Donald Grant is an ordinary person, at least once an ordinary person, otherwise there would be such content in his memory, after all, this is an absolutely impressive thing.

So where did the power of the two murderers just now come from?

Combined with the words I heard just now and the magic subduing array in the sewer, Donald's face suddenly turned blue. It was the magic array that summoned the demons...

Perhaps the images of demons I saw in my previous life were all cold and handsome, with a very high style, but that was just fiction.

Just based on the places and conditions for performing the demon-subduing ceremony, Donald can be sure that as a creature representing the dark side of desire, the demons in this world are definitely a terrifying existence!

"The ceremony...was it successful? No, no, that magic circle is obviously...ahem~"

The success of the ceremony means that the demon does appear, although I have not seen it... But if my memory is correct, the symbolic notation in the blood ring of the magic circle I saw before did not mention any gifts of power, but more about the content of sacrifice.

The panic and horror in my heart were in turn on my body, and there was another violent cough. After all, Donald was an ordinary person in his previous life. He suddenly came into contact with such things without any example reference or knowledge in this area.

Even if you rack your brains, you still can't recall the knowledge of religious teaching at all.

"There is not enough information, don't scare yourself. Things are not so bad. Speculation out of thin air will only make the situation worse."

Blindly speculating on some things that do not have enough information support will undoubtedly cause trouble for yourself under the current situation.

What matters now is to go home, he must be familiar with and understand the world as quickly as possible, especially Donald's situation. It makes no sense to know the name and age just by just knowing it.

Holding the wall with one hand, walking outside the alley, the street at my feet was paved with brown or gray and light red stone bricks. It was not wide, and it was about two lanes of space covered with a lot of dust. These bricks and stones cannot be said to be completely flush, but they are still neat.

Street lights on both sides of the street, dark lamp posts, and simple glass lampshades. If you look closely, you will find that this is the most primitive kerosene lamp, which needs to be ignited manually with torches. Now that the ignition time has passed, the light in the lampshade is the best proof.

This is the first time that Donald has detailed the houses of this world, with Italian-like style, flat roofs, eaves, protruding windowsills with angular set up in mid-air, connecting the buildings on both sides of the street, with art and civilization in it.

Of course, this is only a part, and there are also such Gothic steeple houses and arc domes nearby. Overall, the architectural style is very free.

Donald, standing at the entrance of the alley, stared at the fruit shop with an closure sign hanging at the door opposite the door for about two minutes. The dark green facade was quite fresh. The wooden frame outside the door was empty. The fruit should have been taken back. There were some peeled peels on the ground, which were stepped on and flat and collapsed.

Why waste so much time looking at the surrounding scenery?

Because Donald Grant suddenly discovered that he didn't know where his home was!

What is this?

It’s okay to forget other things, but I don’t know where my family is. How unwilling to go home was my predecessor? I have such a vague impression of my family.

The lack of memory has put Donald in a dilemma. All he can think of seems to be the only place in the police station. The police should be able to help him find his own residence. The problem is that he also doesn't know where the police station is...

It was necessary to find a passerby at this time, so Donald simply walked along the street.

Dang~Dang~Dang~

The bells echoed in the distant night sky, at about 8 o'clock in the evening.

This time cannot be considered a rest time in any world, so Donald soon met the first passerby, a middle-aged man wearing a loose shirt and carrying a cloth bag on his shoulders.

"Sir, I want to ask where is the nearest police station?"

Donald noticed that the middle-aged man looked at him in surprise, especially when he stayed on his cloak for a long time and took two steps back without a trace.

"On Melanson Street, walk straight, there is a street sign around the corner fifty meters ahead, about two blocks away, oh... the smell on you is really... Sorry, I have to leave."

People are tired of smell. Donald stayed in the sewer for a long time and rolled around in a cloak for a few times. The smell on his body was not much better than that of a pigpen. He might not feel anything, but the other party was deeply troubled by this. Therefore, after a simple reply, the middle-aged man immediately left.

“Melanson Street.”

After repeating this place name, Donald couldn't wait to take off his cloak, and after seeing the sticky object stained behind the cloak, he hurriedly sent it into the trash can on the street. The strange smell around him suddenly eased a lot.

Walking along the street, I soon saw the street sign pointed out by passers-by. The Pston City Police Department on the five wooden signs outlined the road signs with black ink.

Turn right at the intersection and walk to a bridge above the river. The city of Puston is quiet and peaceful under the night...at least it looks like this on the bridge.

"Grant? Is it you?"

Someone nearby was calling himself, looking in the direction of the sound, the source was under the street lights ten meters away.

The first thing I saw was a pair of women's short boots, and a simple beige dress that covered the neck and elbows, covering the whole body tightly.

The girl in front of her had fair cheeks and delicate and harmonious facial features. Her dark blue eyes were filled with crystal soft light in the light yellow light. If there was anything special, it would be those two straight eyebrows, which inexplicably brought the supposedly cute and cute face to the direction of being strong and capable.

"Um......"

Donald responded and fell silent, his brows frowned significantly, not because the girl was obviously alienated when she called him. Perhaps because of the stimulation of external objects, some broken words and emotions began to appear in his mind.
Chapter completed!