The best time to perform the ritual is at the beginning of the moon's rise, or twilight when the sun has just set, when the last rays of sunlight disappear and the evil creatures become free and rejoice.

Their mood affects the success rate of the demon slaying ritual.

The place where the ritual is performed is not suitable for performing at home due to the casting of spells, and it is best to choose a place such as a sparsely populated forest or clearing, an abandoned factory, etc.

It is forbidden to wash oneself with water (no bathing) for the first thirteen days of casting, in order to get close to the filth of the demon, and it must be filthy enough to smell good, as is the case with the rotting animal carcasses used in rituals.

It stinks to the human senses, but it smells fragrant to demons.

Seven days before casting, you will not eat garlic, although everyone will not like the taste of garlic, but the demon will hate garlic even more.

Once the preliminary preparations are complete, the next step is to cast the spell.

On the night of the spell casting, a magic circle must be placed in the place where the spell is cast, and the types of magic circles are varied, and the specific arrangement depends on the existence that the summoner wants to summon.

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The location of the note was one of the few clean places in the area, and the side was littered with piles of garbage, rotting food scraps, broken household utensils, and the smell of vomit that could not be concealed.

It's the city's sewers, the dirtiest place in the city...... Maybe not.

The handwriting on the spread out notebook page was slightly messy, and there was still a portion of the content on the left, and on the right side of the paper was a rough image of the ritual circle, which was drawn in pencil, and it was obvious that it had been scribbled and corrected several times.

On the left side of the note, there is a circle full of rotting lizards and mouse corpses, and the image style is naturally exactly the same as the picture on the note.

Someone is performing a demon slaying ritual in this filthy place, which is a fact that even the slightest discernment can see.

Did he succeed?

This had to be asked of the young man sitting next to the ceremonial array.

Xu Qiyun's gaze has no focus, if someone can see his mental state or soul state at the moment, it is roughly like a box of broken pigments mixed together in water, fused in an irreversible form in chaos, and then turned into a new color integration.

The process is not much pain.

Xu Qiyun would rather be in pain, because it could make him feel his presence.

However, the actual state is to do a long-distance bus for several hours in a row, get off the bus and run a kilometer around a small tree, and finally make hundreds of large loops on the horizontal bar, and then go to the garbage dump to see the complex CAD.

The feeling of dizziness and nausea made him want to vomit everything out of his stomach.

It's just that judging from the nearby pool of vomit that still has a slight amount of heat, he should have nothing to vomit.

As the dizziness in my mind waned, some scattered memories began to surface.

Donald Grant, 23, was born in 1796 in Pston, North Hackshire, Lane's Empire, and is a recent graduate of the Faculty of Religion at the University of Godot.

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

His mother, a worker in a small workshop, died in a grocery store fire of 1815 in the imperial calendar, just like his father......

That's the end of the memory!

Xu Qiyun was stunned, why did he only have such a little memory, the original soul of this body had amnesia?

No way, he is a college student, if he has a problem with his brain, how can he learn that knowledge, how can he graduate from college......

All the knowledge I had learned in college was now lost in my mind, and there was not a single trace of religious studies left.

It's like the memories of life being forcibly truncated by a being, leaving only those memories that are extremely impressive, such as parents, such as the language they learned since childhood, and nothing else.

Before Xu Qiyun could be annoyed, the dizziness disappeared at the same time, new memories began to appear in his mind, this time accompanied by a pinprick pain and a scorching burning sensation, as if someone had opened his Heavenly Spirit Cover and poured boiling water into it, and the boiling feeling was almost all over his body.

This is not Donald's memory!

Xu Qiyun confirmed this, because he had never felt this way during the fusion of the previous memory, and he didn't recall anything this time.

The scene in front of him suddenly began to blur, and his eyes suddenly focused on him, ignoring the garbage around him, and staring at the circle carved with the blood of unknown creatures, with a six-pointed star in the center filled with rotting animal corpses, and a blood ring engraved with various special symbols on the outside.

The next moment, the scene in front of me begins to be clear, just like the lens trial when wearing glasses, the power is adjusted, and the clarity of the things in front of you is also adjusted, and finally I can see it completely.

Then, he understood the symbols......

"Sacrifice...... Sacrificial ...... Befall...... Soul...... Wait! What kind of language is this!"

Covering his mouth, Donald looked at the circle with some consternation, the symbols and imprints on it did not belong to his native language in his mind, and under the premise of losing all religious memory, this should not be something he could recognize.

"Sacrifice...... Sacrifice!"

Trying to repeat one of the symbolic meanings, Donald listened to his accent as he spoke, and it was difficult to pronounce the syllable with a human mouthpiece, and the vocal cords and tongue seemed to be forcibly used as a tool for vocalization, which felt like using a flathead screwdriver to tighten the Phillips screw cap, which could be used, but not very useful, weird and unfamiliar.

This language and vocalization did not belong to his original soul, nor to the Donald, but to another, more obscure, indistinguishable kind of knowledge.

Calm down!

Be calm!

"Eat grapes without spitting out the skins, and don't eat grapes but spit out the skins...... Eating grapes ......"

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

This is a habit left over from the previous life as a debater on a debate team, and the effect is ...... There is still a little.

I, crossed, in this ...... It's supposed to be a sewer, and in front of me is a magic circle that I can understand, and from the notes, it looks like a magic array, used to summon demons.

We are atheists.

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

There is no point in not thinking about this for the time being, the key is what to do next......

To live or to die, is that a question?

In my previous life, I should have drowned in a flash flood, and this rebirth may be an opportunity given by God?

Donald wanted to gather his thoughts, something so simple was hard to do at such a time.

"No matter what, the most meaningful thing in a person's life is to live well, and it is better to cross through than to die young. ”

At this time, we can only use the Spiritual Victory Method to make fun in suffering, and it is always good to be alive.

Get out of this place first, and you can't stay in the sewers overnight.

Bent down to pick up the notes on the ground and the candles used for lighting around the circle, this is his own thing, and his eyes moved to the demon subjugation ritual circle next to him, where he lived in his previous life, this kind of thing would never be seen in his life, so he subconsciously glanced at it twice.

I am familiar with it and love it.

When these two emotions appeared in his mind, Donald shuddered violently, why did he have a crush on the decomposing corpse...... What the hell is the original owner of this body?

Is this what it feels like to be human?

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

As Donald pondered why he felt this emotion and what the bead was, his index finger and thumb had already pinched the bead and pulled it back into his waist pocket.

There are too many strange events happening, and my own hands don't listen to me...... Then don't listen, as long as you don't slap yourself in the face.

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

"No matter who you were before, at least now, I, who I am, although I use your name, I really don't have a good impression of cults or anything, so you can't keep this magic circle for the demon subjugation ceremony. ”

The previous Donald Grant chose to perform the ritual here, in addition to environmental considerations, apparently to avoid being discovered by others, which means that this kind of behavior is also unacceptable in this world.

Now Donald Grant wants to live a good life, and he naturally stays away from the existence of cults.

Donald didn't know how to get up, so he walked blindly forward, his mood further depressed by the rancid stench around him and the occasional rat crow.

Choose to turn your attention back to yourself, look at your clothes, and try to find some clues about the world.

On his feet were a pair of brown leather shoes, dark brown trousers, a white shirt underneath, a brown waistcoat, and a gray cloak on the outside.

I searched through all my pockets and found a small bunch of keys in my left trouser pocket, a brass pocket watch on which the time showed that it was half past six in the evening.

In the right trouser pocket was a handful of loose coins, 1 shilling, 5 pence, which I converted slightly into the concept of two memories in my mind, about 150 dollars.

An upward iron 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 no problem to climb a ladder, step up a few floors, his right hand touches the manhole cover, pushes it up, and then moves to the side.

In the dark alleyway, two unfamiliar faces were looking at him condescendingly.

Donald's gaze lingered on their clothes for a few seconds, and then he saw the daggers in their hands glowing coldly in the moonlight.

"Sorry to interrupt ......"

Reach for the manhole cover next to it.

"Great Lord of Shadows, we are immensely grateful for your patronage. ”

The two murderers looked at the lamb that had been brought to the door and showed their reverence to the god of thieves.