On the wooden staircase beneath his feet, dark black runes appeared one after another, enveloping him like some ancient sacrificial ritual.

Zhang Huaisheng fell to his knees in pain, opened his mouth and wanted to speak out, but he couldn't make a sound at all, and could only breathe in some humid air in the corridor.

The wreckage of the evil spirit was obviously not a physical entity, but when it entered the abdomen, the cold touch felt like some kind of living creature crawling in its belly.

If there is a whisper in the ear, it sounds like a chorus, noisy and disorderly.

But over time, these sounds began to overlap, from many to less, until they became a repeating chorus cry.

It seems to be a person's name.

The more you listen, the clearer it becomes.

"Leon Tebelli."

The name of the demon god that was once mentioned in the Book of Mysteries?

But where is the demon god in this world? Is it an evil god worshiped in some corner place? But listening to the person's name, it is clear that he looks like a Latina.

It's so itchy!

Zhang Huaisheng suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand, as if something was about to come out.

Gan, it's not like it at all!

With a soft pop.

A sticky flesh proliferation sprouted from the back of his hand.

Like a leech, still shaking.

It's a tingling on the scalp!

Boom –

Confusion, I don't know what the so-called whispering is like a tidal wave.

Zhang Huaisheng felt like a storm had been set off in his mind, wanting to destroy his original will.

But the shock did not last long, and soon subsided, replaced by an indescribable sense of shiver.

It was as if some kind of noble person was perched high in the dome, overlooking the common people.

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously raised his head.

A majestic, handsome, unreadable man, standing high on a throne.

That's right, he can't see his face clearly, but this man still makes people subconsciously feel that "he is very handsome".

One of his hands propped up his jaw, like a nap in the afternoon.

And at the place leading to the throne, there were a total of nine steps, Zhang Huaisheng looked down and found that he was on the first step of the ladder.

"Demonic Pathway."

"Sequence 9, Evil Spirits."

Zhang Huaisheng inexplicably had such a thought in his heart.

He gained the ability to "see but not see" evil spirits.

The cacophony in my ears faded.

Tranquility returns.

He had returned to the wooden staircase from the ninth staircase.

There was still a faint smell of stale and gunpowder in the air.

Zhang Huaisheng didn't know if the gunshots were heard, so he stuffed the revolver back into his waist - there were no more bullets in the magazine, and the only one left was in his coat pocket.

Suddenly there was a sound of the door opening in the hallway, not far away.

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously activated his ability.

He could clearly perceive that his body had become cold, as if he had truly turned into a terrifying evil spirit, and his body exuded an outdated aura.

But on the surface, nothing seems to have changed.

Just when at the top of the stairs, a man with a briefcase appeared.

Zhang Huaisheng's surroundings quickly turned into chaos - he actually broke away from the real world and came to a different dimension where he didn't know where.

"It turns out that when the evil spirit disappeared, it was in this space."

"It's amazing, there is air here, but the smell is a little bad, I don't know if it will cause harm to the body after breathing for a long time."

"Also, the perspective is fixed in the direction where you were originally located, like a small window, through which you can only observe the outside world."

The man with the briefcase walked slowly down the stairs, his steps relaxed and his expression leisurely, as if he had not heard Fang Cai's gunfire at all.

It seems that the evil spirit not only has a strange stealth ability, but also has a ability similar to "ghosts hitting the wall", but for some reason, he has not inherited it.

Zhang Huaisheng almost watched the man walk past him face to face, until he "passed" his body—a visual passage.

Subsequently, manifestation.

As if sensing that there was someone behind him, the man with the briefcase looked back with some confusion, but as he turned his head, Zhang Huaisheng immediately disappeared.

"Strange, how do I feel like someone is behind me?"

The man with the briefcase no longer walked easily, but quickly walked out of the apartment building with a little surprise.

Zhang Huaisheng, who showed his figure again, frowned, the stealth ability of this evil spirit seems to be very incomprehensible, but in fact, there are quite a lot of restrictions.

First of all, whether he is hiding from the initiative of another dimension is not in his own hands at all, and once the law is discovered by the enemy, he will be reduced to a lamb to the slaughter.

Secondly, even ordinary people can sense that someone is snooping, if their hearing and perception are more keen, and they subconsciously turn around and stab themselves, they are afraid that they will have to confess.

But although the ability has drawbacks, if the enemy does not know its laws, it is still quite unsolvable, even if the assassin kills the driver.

However, since there is transcendence in this world, those princes and nobles must also have extraordinary strength to protect themselves, and it is impossible to be assassinated as easily as in the previous life.

By the way, it is worth mentioning that the crown prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in this world is also called Franz Ferdinand (assassinated by a Serbian hot-blooded youth in history, the fuse of World War I).

Go back to the apartment and close the door.

I feel extra safe in my heart.

Next, even if the Gaels start the war of independence, they lose their jobs, they have no money, and they can steal it at the worst.

With this skill, you will never die of hunger.

The sense of urgency that had just crossed over suddenly vanished.

For the first time, he opened the paper packet with the jam, spread the small half packet of jam on the leftover half bread, and cooked a potato as usual.

Zhang Huaisheng hesitated and added another one.

Today's bitter battle against evil spirits, you should treat yourself!

…

Early the next morning, clean yourself up.

Zhang Huaisheng stuffed the revolver into the pocket on the inside of his coat, and he planned to go to the ready-to-wear store today to buy a gun belt after work.

It's a pity that he doesn't know where to get the bullet, he doesn't have this way.

Out of the apartment building, there was a newsboy shouting on the street.

The British Empire, the French Republic, and the Russian Empire concluded the Triple Entente in Paris, aiming to counter the newly rising Triple Alliance.

Outside, outside the number, the London Stock Exchange stock price completely collapsed, and the moment the stock market opened on Friday morning, everyone rushed in and sold their shares.

As soon as he went out, he was shocked to hear these two exciting news, Zhang Huaisheng lowered the brim of his hat, and his mood became a little heavy.

Although this world is different from previous lives, there are also similarities.

Looking at the trajectory of these news, the Entente and the Allied bloc are pitted against each other, the financial crisis has erupted, and the First World War may have become inevitable.

There was the Gaelic War of Independence in the near and the World War in the distance.

There is no paradise in the whole world.

"Let's put the matter of buying guns and belts first, and after work, you should still go to buy some food and stock up, as soon as the war breaks out, prices will skyrocket immediately."

"I now have only five shillings and three pennies, and neither is enough to pay the rent, and must be saved."

When he went to school, not far from the door, he saw a school police dragging the body of a homeless man, and a little boy cried and followed, whispering "Dad".

Even if it is the hegemon of the world, the world's first power, and the native of the British Empire, there are still many people who are hungry and clothed.