When the fortune-teller woke up, he was wet.

Not only was his lower body wet, but his neck was soaked all over. To be precise, he was in a river somewhere in Preston City, with ropes tied to his body, and only one head was exposed on the river. This place is Donald. Selected for ease of handling.

"woke up?"

Donald was sitting on the stone steps on the edge of the bank, where the street lights couldn't shine, it was pitch black, Finger squatted beside him, his emerald green eyes of the same color as Donald's shimmered.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you everything you want, please don't kill me."

After struggling in the water for a while, the temperature at night in July is not low, but the fortune-teller still feels cold all over and panicked, he still doesn't want to die!

"I have a few questions, answer them?"

Donald tapped the forehead with a pistol in his left hand a few times, and held a pebble in his right hand and threw it on the river beside him, splashing some water, and the fortuneteller shook again and again.

"If you ask, I will definitely answer."

"Are you honest?"

"Honest! As long as you don't kill me, promise to be honest!"

It's getting cold, so naturally he knows everything he knows, and he has everything to say. The fortune teller asks himself that there is no secret that is more important than his own life in the past 20 years.

"How did you know about the Dark Book?"

This is what Donald wants to know the most. This fortune-teller doesn't look like a capable person. What if those so-called fortune-tellers who can foresee the future can reach this involuntary situation?

"I know from others... let me tell you the truth, in fact, I don't know what the dark book means at all, but I found a notebook when I was helping a relative move and organize things two months ago. , it says to find a man named Donald Grant, and let him go to the first floor, row 18, column 8 of the Preston Municipal Library, under the stone brick, and get something called the Book of Darkness, except for him Other than that, no one can touch..."

Two months ago, the fortune teller was already a peripheral member of the Shia Church. At that time, in order to gain the respect of the organization, he was willing to do anything. This news may have some value in his opinion, so he turned it in immediately. Who would have thought? On the night he handed in the information, the leader of the organization, which is usually rare, found him and asked him how he got the news.

Young people always like to show off and brag. Seeing that they paid so much attention to this news at the time, he wondered if he could take advantage of this opportunity to gain more benefits. As soon as his head became hot, he opened his mouth and said that he was a fortune-teller. This news was accidentally divination by him.

"Stop! Why do you say that you are a fortune teller who can foresee certain situations, and can also be a prophet or a prophet, why did you think of this profession!"

The decisions that people make subconsciously often have deep incentives. The so-called casual remarks are actually based on a certain degree of thinking and the existence of facts.

"because......"

"Um?"

Noticing that the man in front of him was a little hesitant, Donald stretched out his foot and stepped on top of his head, slowly pressing down, pushing him into the river and letting it struggle.

"Woo~gulu~gululu~"

A series of bubbles appeared on the river surface. Donald watched the desperate struggle of the man under the river surface, but an inexplicable happiness surged in his heart, as if it should have been like this... Crushing this ant was only a thought in his mind. That's it.

Donald raised his chin, but the pupils in his eyes were facing down. He looked down at the man, went against his will, and sought death!

"Get back!"

This is the second time that Donald has said this. The moment the words fell, the dark thoughts receded like a tide, and he retracted his feet and let him resurface.

From before, it could only appear when I lost my mind, but now I can only have a little evil thought and can affect my judgment of action.

No, it's not that simple.

Donald realized that he had no special emotions in his heart when he killed those few people and used the Bone Spirit Disc to **** their souls, only peace.

And it is precisely this indifference that is the most terrifying problem for him. While the spiritual world in his mind is being eroded by demons, his thoughts are also being subtly changed.

"Say it!"

Under the irritability, Donald's tone became colder.

"My relative's elder was a fortune-teller. He died in an accident a few years ago, so that's why I said that, don't kill me!"

"Accident, a few years ago... where was that notebook?"

Still that question, why did anyone other than the Grants know about the news of the Dark Book, and he was still designated.

"In my suitcase, I carry it with me."

The experience of almost drowning made this fake fortune teller no longer conscious of any resistance. Donald took the box that had been beside him and opened it. After rummaging for a while, he took out an old-looking notebook.

"Has your relative left anything else?"

Donald took a few steps up. UU read www.uukanshu.com to a place where the street lights could illuminate it. He opened the notebook and didn't need to look for it. There were only a few pages with handwriting on it.

"No, I'm just here to help. I found this notebook by accident. Can I go now?"

"Of course, then... I'm afraid I won't see you again."

boom!

The gunfire flashed, untied the rope tied under the stone bricks on the bank, and let the body fall into the river.

"You should pay for the four people you killed. When they died, they should have suffered many times more pain than you are now."

Just because of his words, all four people, including the predecessor, were swallowed up by the devil, plus the secret he knew now, Donald had no reason to let him go.

Picking up the suitcase on the ground, Donald went to a nearby street lamp to find a bench and sat down, took Finger into his arms, and began to read the notebook.

Judging from the occasional date on the note, it was indeed a few years ago. Donald quickly found what the fortune teller had said before, on the last page with handwriting.

Turn forward.

"Grant needs my help for his children... We've been friends for many years, and I'm determined to help him!"

In addition to recording the contents of the Preston Municipal Library and the necessity of Donald as a person in the notes, Donald also saw this sentence on one of the pages.

It turned out that this news should have been known to Donald a few years ago, but it was just because of an accident that the fortune-teller who was supposed to deliver the news died before he saw him.

As a result, it was only a few years later that the news reached him in another way.

It's a pity it's a step too late.

Things are human and non-human.