The rain soaked into the cloak on the body, wet the soft fabric, and in the heavy rain, the outer covering completely fit the body of the visitor, outlining the emaciated figure underneath.

He was moving forward, but his pace was getting slower and slower, and he was about to tell the man about his situation, but he didn't know if he could open his mouth or not.

"Ahh

The weirdo always attracts more attention from others, and a woman with an umbrella on the side of the street suddenly screams, and the exclamation makes all eyes focus on the weirdo's back.

On the brick-and-stone streets, the rain still washed away the flesh and skin, only to carry the blood down the ravines between the bricks to different places.

With every step this man takes, the flesh and blood on his body are shattering!

Donald also saw this scene, he noticed something unusual, and had a strong premonition, the person in front of him was Ronan.

Visions on!

After experiencing the practice of the Clock Meditation Method, this time the burden of spiritual vision can feel a little lighter, and the duration should be longer, and he casts his eyes on the street, ordinary people have blue bodies, and this color is light and dark, compared to young people, it is generally brighter, and Donald believes that this is the embodiment of vitality.

And the person under the cloak in front of him, gray...... Lifeless gray!

He's dead!

As if choked by some invisible force, Donald's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and before the man could step forward, his hand opened the door of the shop behind his back, and the whole person shrank back.

Whether you are afraid or avoid suspicion, Donald definitely doesn't want to go up and have any entanglement with him at this time.

"Sir, why are you back again?"

The store manager asked behind the counter.

"I remember that I still don't have some tools at home, so come back and see, you can just do your own business. ”

With a perfunctory reply, Donald continued to stare at the weirdos outside.

Why did he lose his life and continue to walk?

Zombies?Undead?

Life is gone, is his soul still there?

As soon as he thought of this, the red light in his eyes suddenly deepened, the world in front of him turned from gray to red, and the consumption of spiritual power began to intensify.

If Donald's current strengthened spiritual power is counted as 2, the consumption of spiritual vision is almost 0.1, that is, it can last for about 20 seconds, but the current consumption of this state has doubled, and it can only last for about 10 seconds.

The corpse, which looked gray before, was now hovering with a dark mist above his head, dark in color, but very little, and Donald suddenly realized that in this state of his own, what he saw was a soul......

However, the observation of this special target comes at a price, and the moment that wisp of black mist appeared, Donald noticed the rapid loss of his mental power, and he was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and returned to normal.

When he opened his eyes again, the subject had stopped in front of the previous restaurant, and behind him was a field of flesh and blood.

The man moved, and his broken arms stretched out from under his cloak, which was not a metaphor, but the arms were indeed broken, not to mention the pits, and in some places even white bones with shredded flesh could already be seen.

The screams came and went, and the people on the street looked in horror at this strange man who suddenly appeared, but his steps only moved backwards, and there was no sign of escape.

The nature of joining in the fun makes them reluctant to miss such wonderful pictures.

Lifting the hood of the cloak, from Donald's angle, he only saw the scalp that was about to fall off at the back of his head, and the blood washed down with the rain.

"Wrong! It's a mistake! It's a mistake!"

The sound he makes is like the cry of a person when his tonsils are inflamed, and it is a feeling that can make people die and come back to life.

The tone was hoarse, as if every word was tearing his vocal cords, not loud, but heart-rending enough......

The body fell down with the dissipation of the voice, everything was so abrupt and nonsensical, most of the passers-by nearby panicked, they didn't know what he meant by the words he shouted, but Donald knew.

So he felt the same way, and cold sweat rained down......

All dead...... Counting the predecessors, so far, all dead!

That circle is a problematic circle, and that's the circle to wipe them all out!

Donald actually had some preparations in his heart, and such a scene was still uncomfortable.

He began to think.

When he told Ronan, could he have discovered the problem in advance and avoided such a tragic death now?

If you are discovered by the cult, can you think of a way to save yourself in time, instead of becoming the broken corpse in front of you that makes those who see it tremble?

It's a completely different feeling to hear about someone dying than to see someone die right in front of your eyes, let alone in such a brutal way.

Donald stared at the corpses on the street, even if everyone else was looking away, only him, staring, even if the disgusting throat was pantothenic.

"You have to recognize the reality, your situation is not much better than his!"

Muttering to oneself and learning from others, only when one truly sees a brutal death will one discover how thankful it is to be alive.

With trembling hands on the handle of the shop door, the moment Donald opened the door and went out, he found that his heart suddenly began to calm down, and he opened his umbrella and walked away as more and more people came up nearby.

For the sake of his appetite, he decided to go somewhere else for lunch.

**

The function of banks in this era is similar to that of the previous life, except that they still use passbooks here, and as for depositing things, they will issue keys, and if they want to take them, they must have the stockist and the keys present, and of course, if something unfortunate happens, they need an ID card from the local police station to prove that they are related to the original owner of the key.

Donald had lunch and came to the bank, this was the closest bank to Iris Street he had asked in advance, and there was more than one bank in Pston, but he thought that the predecessor would not take a horse-drawn carriage or car to store things a dozen blocks away, which in itself was a very suspicious thing.

"Good afternoon, sir, may I be able to help you?"

Because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the bank today, and Donald didn't wait long to get to the counter, separated by an iron fence, and there was also a layer of glass inside, it is clear that bulletproof glass should not have been invented in this era.

"I'm here to get my stuff, here's the key. ”

"Okay, please show your passbook. ”

"Ah~ I'm sorry, I forgot to bring my passbook, is there any other way. ”

Donald remembered that there was indeed a passbook in the bedroom, but how could such a thing be carried casually, not to mention that he had seen that it didn't even have a penny on it.