I don't know if it's a delusion.

The fat woman felt that in the dark, the contours of Zhang Huaisheng's face were a little distorted, and the miserable white dead silence was reflected in his eyes, and he was gloomy, like a living dead who had been dead for a long time.

She was stunned, stammered, and stammered, "Don't, don't shoot!" I promise, you've got your stuff in there. ”

Zhang Huaisheng took out six silver coins from the pocket lining his coat and handed them to the fat woman: "This is this week's rent, how much is the gas and water bill?" ”

"Free... Exempt. ”

The fat woman took the six silver coins and ran away as quickly as she could.

She muttered as she ran, "The god of steam is on top, this money must have been robbed by him after killing people, right?" I should have thought that I shouldn't have provoked a wanted criminal. ”

"What did you say?"

The fat woman snorted a spirit: "No, it's nothing!" ”

"Oh my God, how did he hear me muttering when he was so far away?"

The crunch of the fat woman stepping on the wooden staircase gradually faded away, but in comparison, Zhang Huaisheng still heard the more subtle muttering sound.

My hearing has improved?

No, if your hearing suddenly improves, shouldn't you feel like the world is getting noisier these days?

Zhang Huaisheng frowned, and said thoughtfully: "Maybe it takes me to concentrate to hear, and yes, how can the ability of the transcendent only be so little." ”

"Now I, to describe it from the online novels I read in my previous life, I should be in the early stage of sequence 9, and I am still very new, and my ability still needs to be explored."

After counting the contents of the sack, Zhang Huaisheng found that it was full of food that he had hoarded - the fat woman of the landlord was not stupid, and knew that at this critical moment, food was more precious than anything else.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaisheng hurriedly picked up all his belongings and went downstairs for fifteen shillings.

It rained in the afternoon, and the shimmering water reflected off the asphalt road.

Zhang Huaisheng's footsteps were very fast, and the rain splashed his trouser legs.

Although he deliberately left work early for a while today, it was not far from getting dark, and he must hurry up and return to his room before the sun went down.

When he arrived at the vegetable market, he found that the price of food had nearly doubled compared to last night.

And there are many people who are crazy about robbing, as if those sky-high food prices are not only not rising, but are on sale.

Instead of joining the rush for food, Zhang Huaisheng turned into a narrow, inconspicuous-looking alley on the edge of the market.

The alley is lined with walls on one side and filled with shops of all sizes on the other, most of which are closed.

"One, two, three..."

Zhang Huaisheng counted silently in his heart, and finally stopped in front of the eighth store.

There is no signboard in the shop, and there is a curtain at the entrance, so you can't see what is inside.

According to Mr. Isaac, it was actually an arms store selling prohibited weapons, where he intended to refill his pistol.

Push the door in.

The man sitting behind the counter raised his eyelids slightly and said lazily, "Hurry up, we're about to close." ”

Zhang Huaisheng nodded, walked around the counter, and walked inside.

The most eye-catching thing is a huge chainsaw gun hanging on the wall, and judging by its size, it may have to be operated by a two-meter-tall little giant.

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously looked at the price tag, and then quickly looked away like an electric shock.

"Sorry to interrupt."

Looking around, on the shelves, pistols, rifles, chainsaws, bayonets, daggers and other small arms can be described as everything.

But the price is far beyond his expectations.

Even the cheapest, a pothole-riddled Lee Enfield rifle of at least ten years old, costs £3.

And in his hand, the Colt rotary pistol given by Liu Huaimin was as high as 9 pounds.

Pistols are understandably more expensive than rifles, and although they are far less powerful than rifles, they are more convenient to carry on the body and far more practical than rifles in the city.

It is worth mentioning that at the level of the pound sterling, coins are rare, and gold coins are often only used as collectibles and are not in circulation, because the major powers are now on the gold standard, and gold reserves are crucial.

"It's too expensive, these warmongers are simply robbing openly."

In the end, Zhang Huaisheng only bought a box of rotating pistol cartridges.

A boxy cardboard box containing thirty-six bullets for twelve shillings.

When he went to the vegetable market, he saw that the three shillings left in his pocket could not even buy half a bag of potatoes yesterday, so Zhang Huaisheng had to return home with the money.

Do you want to panic?

A little, but not much.

With a gun in his hand and a special ability to keep himself around, no matter what, he won't starve to death.

...

Back at the apartment, Zhang Huaisheng first boiled a pot of salted potatoes, and the gas meter was still ticking, but since the landlord confiscated the money, he didn't bother to pay.

The money is estimated to be paid by the landlord.

He doesn't have much money now, so there is no need to slap his swollen face and become fat.

While the pot was boiling here, Zhang Huaisheng spread out a book, on which a very simple ritual magic was recorded, and the function was also very simple, that is, "an extraordinary way to detect targets".

Zhang Huaisheng's test target is himself, and since he doesn't need to worry about resisting the "test target", the ceremony can be simplified and a lot of materials are omitted.

He first spread out a piece of sticky note paper, then cut his fingers again, and sketched out a formation similar to a six-pointed star array, but much simpler, with blood.

Then, he held a pen in his left hand and hung it above the six-pointed star array.

A subtle spiritual glow emanated from his fingers, a force that he would naturally wield once he became transcendent, and which the book calls "spirituality."

"Everywhere Spirit, I ask you, what is my transcendent path?"

Zhang Huaisheng muttered in a low voice.

The words are in Chinese.

The end of the pen suddenly moved.

Like the legendary pen fairy in the previous life.

But Zhang Huaisheng knew that he was not asking the evil spirits for divination, but about his own spirituality itself.

Otherwise, he would not be able to use Chinese, and the evil spirits wandering in Edinburgh would certainly not understand.

The pen quickly wrote two big words on the sticky note, and those two words were not "demons", but - twins!

"Twins?"

Zhang Huaisheng's face was full of amazement, he had never seen such a name in Mr. Isaac's collection of books on transcendent knowledge.

"Is it one of the remaining three transcendent paths that I don't know about?"

"But the ability I have shown is obviously a demonic path!"

Zhang Huaisheng was puzzled.

Then he opened his mouth again and asked, "Everywhere Spirit, am I now in Sequence 9 of the twin pathway?" What are my supernatural abilities? ”

The tip of the pen swiped again, and two new words were written on the paper - still "twins"!

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned, this is the answer? Or is your question beyond the boundaries of what the ritual can give an answer to?

Twin...

If this is the answer, his Sequence 9 ability may be twins - can take two different paths at the same time?