Looking back and forth at the parchment in his hand, if he didn't know the origin of the book, Donald might only think that it was the result of the store manager's inadvertent cause, after all, ordinary people don't know the meaning of the symbols on it, and it is understandable to use it as an ordinary packaging product.

But the book comes from a man who, like Donald, is plagued by the forces of evil, and according to the store manager, things have improved by the second time he arrives at the store, and the book is delivered wrapped in parchment.

This can certainly be a coincidence, but Donald is more inclined to 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 could not have been automated, could it have been written by the man, or perhaps it was another way for him to tell people who had the same problems as him to solve the problem.

"The sufferers help each other. ”

Chewing on this sentence, it now seems that there is another layer of meaning hidden in it.

Since the method of approaching the darkness was proposed, and the book was wrapped in parchment, could it be said that the other party had already hidden this method in the book?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and Donald flipped through the book "Expulsion of Evil" in detail, this time page by page, not missing any suspicious marks, and even studying some folds in the book, hoping to find out the precious information left by his predecessors from it.

However, after flipping through most of the book, let alone precious information, Donald didn't even find more than five annotations.

It is true that there are traces of writing and heavy engraving in some places, but even if you break each word and crush it and look at it again, it still has no special meaning, but it gives you a headache.

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

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

In the book "Expulsion of Evil", it is mentioned that when someone is entangled by evil beings such as evil spirits, if they are believers of a certain sect, they can seek help from within the sect, and each mature sect has a complete set of exorcism processes, and the price is about 50 gold pounds.

The amount of this money can't be said to be large, for the middle class, it is the extent that it can be taken out by gritting its teeth, at most, the next few days may have to be tighter, no way, in order to save lives.

It's small, but it's not small, at least at Donald's current income level, if he doesn't have other sources of income, he'll have to spend at least a year saving money.

For such a long time...... The grave grass may be a foot tall.

"It's really an evil capitalist society, even exorcism requires money, and the god who says good loves the world?"

Lying back in his chair, Donald complained helplessly.

In fact, he knew in his heart that it was understandable that this kind of exorcism ritual would cost money, and the various props needed in the ritual and the appearance of several important clergy were not low-level resources.

The manpower and material resources are borne by the church, and they are free of charge, so it is foreseeable that the clergy in the church usually do not need to do anything else, just exorcise demons every day.

It's free, so if you have any problems, give it a try!

Put down the book for a while, reach for the bread and lemonade in the bag next to you, it's a rare good weather, it's not too much to relax for a while after staring at the book for so long.

It's just that I didn't touch the bag after a few strokes of my hand back and forth, and when I looked back, the thing was behind the rattan chair, close to the stone frame on the left, which was a little strange, Donald remembered that he had put the bag on the edge of the rattan chair, how did he get there.

Could it be that I was too involved in reading the book just now, and my memory was confused?

This seemed to be the only explanation, getting up from his chair to get the bag back.

However, at the moment when Donald squatted down and grabbed the mouth of the bag, his gaze unconsciously remained level with the potted plant on the stone shelf on the left, and the next moment he had a layer of goosebumps all over his body!

In the middle of a pot of moonflowers, a two-legged rat was watching him, and yes, Donald was sure that the rat was looking at him, and the feeling was chilling.

It's common for people to think animals are cute because they make anthropomorphic movements, but don't get confused, it's because animals are cute!

Imagine what it's like to have a bunch of cockroaches dancing around you?

Now in front of Donald was a mouse, no, more than one, and when his gaze was fixed, he saw several gray-black figures hidden in the potted plants around him.

It's really a numb scalp!

Taking a few steps back, Donald's mind couldn't turn for a while, why are there so many rats active during the day, how did they come up from this rooftop, and what are they going to do when they stare at themselves?

The action of scrambling to grab the small stool next to it was a hostile signal to the eyes of the rats, who had been quiet until then squeaked loudly.

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

Stepping back hurriedly to the entrance of the staircase, he was about to step back and let the professionals deal with it, but before that his eyes moved to the books and parchment on the chaise longe, thinking that if the rats went up to gnaw at them, they had been bought at a great price......

Swallowing his saliva, he rushed out and grabbed the things on the rattan chair, wanting to return to the corridor again, but at this time it was a little too late, more than a dozen rats blocked his retreat, just ordinary mice, fist-sized things, Donald is a giant, if you are really ruthless, step on it.

The problem lies in the fat mouse in the middle, whose fur is shiny and the size of a dog cub for about a week, and the two yellowed big teeth make him panic!

Who knows if these rats will carry some diseases, and if they are not killed by the demons, they will probably be poisoned......

"What kind of world is this, rat mutation...... This is fucking cum, isn't it?"

The rats were pushing forward, Donald's footsteps were shrinking, and he didn't have time to think about why there were so many rats on his rooftop and why they surrounded him in this way, and now escape was the main thing.

"Hey, can anyone help? There's a lot of rats upstairs in my house! Call the police!"

Howling down, passers-by are not nothing, several of them glanced up, and the look was ...... Tsk tsk.

You have a lot of rats, is it amazing?

You also called the police, planning to ask the police to clean your home?

No one bothered with Donald at all!

Just as he was about to make up his mind to rush into the rat colony, a flash of pure white suddenly appeared on the roof of the next room, but it was an unexpected surprise.

Meow!!