Glancing down, Jory looked at the shivering appearance of hugging himself, and he stepped forward to grab the dress.

"Mi!"

Dotted jumped up suddenly, and it flew to the front of Joe and spread its two arms, making a gesture of blocking, and its head swayed from side to side in denial.

"Heh, it's okay, it's just a piece of clothing, it can't eat me."

Two fingers pinched Dot's belly, Jory took Dotted back and rubbed its head, and Jory took the dress off the shelf. The robe studded with metal sheets spread out between Jory's arms, and he looked down at the dirty, dull fabric, one hand caressing the holes in the robe.

Sharp cuts, slender cracks, many inlaid pieces of metal showed unnatural bending, the cloth stained with color and filth was pinched in Jory's hand, the fabric was soft with a hint of toughness, and the traces left by the years made the robe look a little rotten.

Jory grabbed the metal pieces on the shoulders of his robe with both hands, shook it forward, and the musty clothes suddenly flattened out. Holding the inconspicuous shabby robe high, Jory's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he slowly unfolded the robe, reaching out to the cuffs inside the robe with one hand.

"Mi!!"

With a little exclamation, it flew into Jory's arms, stretched out two small hands and desperately pulled Jory's arms, not letting Jory's gloves go into the sleeves of his robe, and not letting him wear this robe.

Eager and frightened, it seemed to be terrified of the old garment.

Jory, however, gave a strange smile to Dot, and he jerked his hand. The arm was inserted directly into the sleeve of the robe. The moldy smell of the robe suddenly flew around Jory's body, and the next moment, he completely put the robe on his body.

Cold, evil, Jory's eyes suddenly changed, and a cold malice gradually appeared in his eyes, and a strange evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The worn metal pendants on his shoulders looked torn, and the hood that was supposed to be bound by the broken chain strap hung crookedly behind Jory's back.

Jory reached behind his back and grabbed the edge of the hood. In a little frightened gaze. Jory was about to lift the hood and put it on his head, completing the last part of his robe.

"Click!"

Hurried footsteps approached outside the door, followed by the sound of the door locks turning. The next moment, the wooden door was vigorously slammed open, and Old Jack's emaciated figure broke in. The moment he saw Jory in his robes. The old cloudy and weak eyes suddenly widened. Two terrifying rays of light were fired.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Old Jack roared like thunder, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab it. At the same moment, Jack's round eyes lit up with an ice-blue glow, and a cold aura emanated.

……

The synchronized orbit of the physical body and consciousness begins to detach......

Just now, the moment he took off this robe, Jory felt as if a pair of eyes were watching him, and he held the robe, but he felt that his whole body was exposed to some kind of prying eyes. Maybe it was just an illusion, Jory couldn't help but want to wear this dress, and after he put it on, he actually felt an inexplicable touch in his heart.

It's not Jory's own emotions, but the clothes that come from it.

It's like losing something vital and precious, and being locked in a dark cage, waiting endlessly, slowly aging, never seeing the light of day, nostalgic for the good old days, mourning the glory of the past.

Jory slowly put his hood on, and his eyes were blinded by the hood, and he seemed to see some memories that did not belong to him.

The tragic, blood-strewn battlefield ruthlessly wiped out one fragile life after another.

There is a figure holding an ice-blue thin sword, a long sword in his left hand, and an ancient book in his right hand, he shuttles through the battlefield of screams and roars, and cold ice chips flutter behind him, and the ice is frozen all the way through......

At the same time, the unfamiliar outside consciousness quietly invaded Jory's heart.

The thick and tragic evil qi, which was born after bathing in the blood of countless people, this robe has long lost its owner, but the evil qi of its owner is still in it.

Jory, who was immersed in the influence of other people's memories, ignored the external sense for a moment, and he felt that a strange consciousness was invading his spirit. It's not that it's control, and this consciousness can't control itself, but it's ...... Evil spirits.

After harvesting countless lives, there is no way to hide the evil qi that will be generated, it will affect an ordinary ordinary person in his heart, so that he may become perverse, irritable, and murderous, but Jory knows that this evil qi cannot affect himself.

The power of domination, the meaning of its existence is to dominate the power of others for its own use, to dominate others as a powerful weapon, how can Jory be easily controlled by external forces?

Since he dared to test this strange dress, Jory naturally had the confidence not to be fooled, but he was so shocked that he ignored what was happening in the outside world. The unknown invading consciousness successfully distorted Jory's expression, but it did not shake the root of his soul.

It was strange that a dead thing could have the mind of a living person, and that it would cause a series of illusions in itself.

The "battlefield" he saw was not seen with his eyes at all, but an illusion fabricated by the invading consciousness of the outside world.

Suddenly hearing "Boy, you are looking for death", Jory knew that the owner had rushed back, and the roar was too similar to the owner of the shop. Feeling the cold wind coming from the front door, Jory forgot to use the mist to dodge the hand, he subconsciously bent back, and the moment his eyes returned to clarity, his dark eyes saw a vigorous claw enter his sight.

"You'll never see the light of day again, Ferson!"

Seeing that the shabby robe was completely put on Jory's body, Old Jack's face changed, he opened his mouth to read out an unfamiliar name, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and when Jack seemed to be doing something desperately, Jory raised his hand and lifted a corner of the hood, he stared at Old Jack and said quickly: "What are you excited about, I'll return this raged clothes to you!" ”

Jory is currently asking the other party, he will not take advantage of this time to make a move with the owner of the curse seal shop, the moment he takes off his robe, he throws his clothes at Old Jack, and retreats to the door of the inner room.

The robe that exuded a strange evil aura, after falling into Old Jack's arms, the evil aura it still emitted was frozen for a moment, and then slowly fell silent in Old Jack's cold aura.

"You ......" Old Jack took the strange robe, and he paused for a moment before looking at the door in surprise. Jack looked at Jory's slightly embarrassed face, and he held back for a while before he said, "...... Are you okay? ”

Rolling his eyes, Qiao Li said helplessly: "If it's just that you hide a torn dress in the house that will bite, I'm fine, I didn't get bitten by it." ”

The collar on his chest moved, and it seemed that it was about to come out again, and Jory quickly slapped it on his chest and pressed the collar to prevent this little thing from coming out and making trouble.

"As I said, I probably have a way to solve your physical condition." Jory paused for a moment, and he smiled: "I went to deal with a little trouble just now, and now, I'm back." (To be continued......)