The most suitable time for performing the ritual of demon subjugation is the night when the moon rises, or the dusk when the sun sets. When the last ray of sunlight disappears, the evil creatures become free and cheer for it.

Their mood affects the success rate of the demon-subduing ritual.

The place where the ceremony is performed is not suitable for the casting of spells at home. It is best to choose a sparsely populated forest or open space, abandoned factories and other places.

Washing with water (no bathing) is prohibited thirteen days before casting. This is to approach filthy things like demons. They must also be kept dirty in order to have a similar smell. The decayed animal corpses used in the ritual are for this.

This is very foul-stealing for human senses, but very fragrant for demons.

Seven days before casting, fasting garlic. Although no one likes the taste of garlic, the demons hate garlic even more.

The preliminary preparation is completed, and then you will need to cast a spell.

On the night of casting, magic circles must be set up at the casting place. The types of magic circles are diverse, and the specific arrangement depends on the existence the summoner wants to summon.

......

The location of the notes is a rare clean place in this area, with piles of garbage, rotten food residues and broken daily necessities, and the smell below the vomit cannot be concealed.

This is the sewer of the city, the dirtiest place in the whole city... Perhaps there is no one.

The handwriting on the spread notes is a bit messy, and there is a part of the content on the left. There is a rough image of the ritual array on the paper on the right. This is drawn in a pencil. It can be clearly seen that there have been many smearing and corrections.

On the left side of the note is a magic circle filled with rotten lizards and rat corpses. The image style is naturally exactly the same as the picture on the note.

Someone performs a demon-subduing ceremony in this dirty place, which is a fact that even a little discerning ability can tell.

Did he succeed?

I have to ask the young man sitting next to the ceremony array.

Xu Qiyun's gaze was not focused. If someone could see his mental state or soul state at this moment, it would be roughly like a box of broken pigments mixed in water, blending in chaos in an irreversible form, and then turning into a new color integration.

This process is not much pain.

Xu Qiyun would rather be in pain because it would make him feel his existence.

However, the actual situation is to take a long-distance bus for several hours, get off the bus and run around a small tree for a thousand meters, and finally make hundreds of big loops on the horizontal bar, and then go to the garbage dump to see the complex CAD.

The dizziness and nausea made him want to spit out everything in his stomach.

However, judging from the nearby pool of vomit with a little hot air, he probably had nothing to vomit.

As the dizziness in my mind gradually faded, some scattered memories began to emerge.

Donald Grant, 23, was born in 1796 in Puston, North Hackshire, Ryan Empire, and a fresh graduate of the religious department of Godot University.

My father, the owner of a small grocery store in Puston, died in a grocery store fire in 1815 in the Imperial calendar...

My mother was a worker in a small workshop. Like her father, she died in a grocery store fire in 1815 in the Imperial calendar...

The memory ends here!

Xu Qiyun was confused. Why was there only such a little memory? The original soul of this body had amnesia?

It's impossible. He is a college student. If he has a problem with his brain, how can he learn that knowledge? How can he graduate from university...

All the knowledge learned in college disappeared in my mind at this moment, and there was no trace of knowledge about religion left.

It's like the memory of life is forcibly cut off and pulled away by an existence. All that is left is those memories that are extremely impressive, such as parents, such as languages ​​they have learned since childhood, and nothing else is there.

Before Xu Qiyun could be upset, the dizziness disappeared, and new memories began to appear in his mind. This time, accompanied by a needle-like pain and a scorching burning sensation, it was like someone opened his Tianling cap and poured boiling water into it. The boiling feeling almost appeared all over his body.

This is not Donald's memory!

Xu Qiyun confirmed this because he never felt this way during the fusion of the previous memory, and this time he did not recall anything.

The scene in front of him suddenly began to blur, and his gaze suddenly focused on his body, ignoring the garbage around him, staring at the magic circle carved with unknown blood, the center was filled with hexagrams of rotten animals' corpses, and the outer layer was a blood ring engraved with various special symbols.

The next moment, the scene in front of you began to become clear, just like trying the lens when fitting glasses, adjusting the degree, and adjusting the clarity of the things in front of you, and you can finally see it completely.

Then, he understood the symbols above...

"Sacrifice... sacrifice... descend... soul... wait! What language is this!"

Covering his mouth, Donald looked at the magic circle in amazement. The symbols and marks on it did not belong to the mother tongue in his mind. This should not be something he could recognize under the premise of losing all the memory of religion.

"Sacrifice...sacrifice!"

Trying to repeat one of the symbols, Donald said while listening to his accent, it was difficult to say this syllable with a human mouthpiece. The vocal cords and tongue seemed to be forcibly acting as tools for vocalization. It felt like using a flat-line screwdriver to twist a Phillips screw cap. It can be used, but it is not very useful, weird and unfamiliar.

This language and voice do not belong to his original soul, nor to Donald, but to another more obscure and indistinguishable knowledge.

calm!

Be calm!

"Eat grapes without spitting out the skin, and do not eat grapes without spitting out the skin...Eat grapes..."

In order to calm down his mind, Donald began to try to empty his brain in the form of tongue twisters, in three languages, and take turns speaking.

This is a habit left by a debater in his previous life as a debater in his debate team. The effect is still a little bit.

I, traveled through time, here... it should be a sewer, in front of me was a magic array that I could understand. From the notes, it was a magic array used to summon demons.

Is the original body a member of the cult? We are an atheist.

Could it be that Donald's summoned my soul here?

It doesn't make sense to not consider this matter for the time being. The key is what to do next...

Survival or death, is this a problem?

I should have been drowned by a mountain torrent in my previous life. Perhaps this rebirth was given by God? Isn’t it a bad idea to waste it?

Donald wanted to gather his thoughts, but such a simple thing was difficult to do at this time.

"No matter what, the most meaningful thing in a person's life is to live well. Traveling through time is better than dying young."

Now, we can only use the spiritual victory method to make happiness in suffering, and it is always good to be able to live.

Leaving this ghost place first, you can't stay in the sewer for a night.

He bent down to pick up notes on the ground and candles used for lighting around the magic circle. This is his own thing. His eyes moved to the magic circle next to him. He lived in his previous life. This kind of thing would never be seen in his lifetime, so he subconsciously glanced at it.

Familiar, loved.

When these two emotions appeared in my mind, Donald shivered suddenly, why did he feel good about the rotten corpse...what guy was the original owner of this body?

Is this the feeling that human beings should have?

But soon he discovered that the object of his emotions was not these rotten corpses, but a dark red bead in them.

While Donald was thinking about why this emotion arose and what this bead was, his index finger and thumb had pinched the bead and stuffed it directly into his pocket at his waist.

There are too many strange events that happen, and your hands are not in charge... Then don't listen, as long as you don't slap yourself in the opposite direction.

Holding the candle, avoiding the dirty things on the ground, and walking a few meters, Donald stopped and returned.

"No matter who you were before, at least now, I am me. Although I used your name, I really don't have any good feelings for cults, so you can't keep the magic circle for your demon-subduing ritual."

The previous Donald Grant chose the place where the ceremony was held. In addition to environmental considerations, it was obviously to avoid being discovered by others, which means that this behavior is also unacceptable in this world.

Donald Grant wants to live well now, so he naturally stays away from the existence of cults.

Donald didn't know how to get up, so he could only walk forward blindly. The rotten odor around him and the sound of rats from time to time made him feel even more and more depressed.

Choose to put your attention back to yourself, observe your clothes, and try to find some clues about this world.

On her feet were a pair of brown leather shoes, dark brown long trousers, a white shirt, a brown vest on the outside, and a gray cloak on the outside.

I touched all my pockets on my body and found a small bunch of keys and a copper pocket watch in the left trouser pocket. The time on it showed that it was six:30 pm.

In the pocket of the pants on the right is a handful of scattered coins, 1 shilling and 5 pence. I converted it with two memory concepts in my mind, and it costs about 150 yuan.

An upward iron hanging ladder appeared in front of him. Donald put all the things in his hand back into his pocket. The strength of this body can only be said to be average, but it is still okay to climb a hanging ladder. After stepping up for a few layers, he touched the manhole cover with his right hand, pushed it up, and moved it to the side.

In the dark alley, two strange faces were looking down at him from a high point.

Donald's eyes stayed on their clothes for a few seconds, and then he saw the short knife in their hands that was shining cold under the moonlight.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing..."

Reach out and pull the manhole cover next to it.

"The great king of shadows, we are extremely grateful for your favor."
Chapter completed!