Looking back and forth at the parchment in my hand, if I don’t know the origin of this book, Donald may only regard it as a result caused by the store manager. After all, ordinary people do not recognize the symbolic meaning on it, and it is understandable to use it as an ordinary packaging product.

But the book comes from a man who is as troubled by evil forces as Donald. According to the store manager, the situation has improved when he arrived in the store the second time, and the book was wrapped in parchment when it was delivered.

This can certainly 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 and returned it to the bookstore.

The handwriting on the parchment can't be automatically generated. Could it be that the man wrote it, or maybe it was another way to solve the problem when he wanted to tell someone who had the same troubles as him.

“Mutual help from victims.”

As I chewed on this sentence, it seems that there is another meaning hidden in it.

Since he proposed the approach to the darkness and wrapped the book in parchment, can he say that the other party has hidden this method in the book?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible. Donald read the book "Exorcist Evil" in detail. This time, he was reading it page by page, not missing any suspicious marks. He even studied some of the wrinkles in the book, hoping to find out the precious information left by his predecessors from it.

However, after reading most of the books, not to mention precious information, Donald did not even find more than five marks.

It is true that there are traces of writing and embossing in some places, but even if you break each word and then crush it, it still has no special meaning, which makes you feel a headache.

"Oh~ Is it really just an accident, or is it that my method is wrong?"

I didn't learn how to go into darkness, but I had a full understanding of the baptism rituals in the book.

The book "Exorcist Evil" mentions that when someone is entangled with evil spirits, if he is a believer in a certain sect, he can seek help from the inside of the sect. Each mature sect has a complete exorcist process, the price is about 50 gold pounds.

The amount of this money cannot be said to be large. For the middle class, it is possible to take it out by gritting their teeth. At most, the next life may be more compact. There is no way, to save your life.

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

For such a long time... the grave grass may be ten feet tall.

"It's a vicious capital society. Even exorcism requires money. What about God who promised to love the world?"

As he lay on the chair, Donald complained helplessly.

In fact, he knew in his heart that it was understandable that this kind of exorcist ritual costs money. The various props needed in the ritual and the appearance of several important clergymen are not low-level resources.

The church has to bear all manpower and material resources, and it is free. It is foreseeable that the clergy in the church does not have to do other things normally, just exorcism every day.

It’s free, come and try any illnesses, how good!

I put down the book for the time being and reached for the bread and lemonade in the bag next to me. It was a rare good weather. It was not an exaggeration to stare at the book for so long, and it was not an exaggeration to relax for a while.

But after a few strokes, I couldn't touch the bag. When I looked back, I saw that the thing was behind the rattan chair, close to the stone rack on the left. This was a bit strange. Donald thought that he had put the bag on the edge of the rattan chair casually, so why did he get there?

Could it be that I was too devoted to reading books just now and my memory was confused?

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

However, the moment Donald squatted down and grabbed the bag, his gaze was unconsciously flush with the potted plant on the stone rack 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 his legs was looking at him. Yes, Donald was sure the mouse was looking at him, and the feeling was chilling.

People often think animals are cute because they make anthropomorphic actions, but don’t mess it up, because animals themselves are cute!

What it feels like to imagine the next group of cockroaches dancing around you?

Now there is a mouse in front of Donald, no, more than one. When his vision is fixed, he sees several gray and black figures hidden in the potted plants around him.

It's really numb!

After taking a few steps back, Donald's mind couldn't turn around for a moment. Why are there so many mice moving during the day? How did they come up on this rooftop? What are they planning to do when staring at themselves?

They rushed to grab the small stool next to them. This action was a hostile signal in the eyes of the mice. They made noisy squeaks that had been quiet before.

At this time, Donald realized that it was not just the few people in front of him, but the sound also appeared in the potted plants behind him. This rooftop was simply a rat's nest!

The steps backed quickly turned to the entrance of the corridor. He was about to retreat first and let the professionals deal with it, but before that his eyes moved to the books and parchment placed on the lounge chair, thinking that if the mice went up and chewed them, these were all bought at a high price...

He swallowed, rushed out and grabbed the things on the rattan chair, and wanted to return to the corridor again, but it was too late. More than a dozen mice blocked his retreat. It was just an ordinary mouse. Donald was a giant as the size of a fist. If he really wanted to step on it, he would just step on it.

The problem lies in the fat mouse in the middle, the shiny fur, the size of a dog, about a week old. The two yellowed big teeth made him feel nervous!

Who knows if these mice will carry some epidemics. If they are not killed by the demons, they will probably be poisoned to death...

"What kind of world is this? The mouse mutation... Is this the fucking sperm?"

The mice were pushing forward, Donald's steps were shrinking. He didn't have time to think about why so many mice gathered on his rooftop and why they surrounded him in this way. Escape is the most important thing now.

"Hey! Can anyone help? There are many mice upstairs in my house! Call the police quickly!"

He howled down, but there were no passers-by, and several of them looked up, and that look...tsk tsk tsk.

You have so many rats, isn't it amazing?

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

No one paid attention to Donald!

Just as he was about to make up his mind to rush into the group of rats, a touch of pure white suddenly appeared on the roof next door, but an unexpected surprise.
Chapter completed!