"I said! Please...please...kill me!"

The lawn was stained with blood, and a few fingers stained with blood were scattered on the side. The middle-aged man lay on the ground and twitched, his snot mixed with tears running down his face, and he spat out **** mud as he spoke.

"Who allowed you to say... Forget it, I'll give it back to you."

"Donald" is now ready to continue covering his mouth. He wants this body to be filled with negative emotions. Only in this way can he have a chance to speed up his erosion.

But the other consciousness still woke up, lowered his head, and after a while of trembling, Donald regained consciousness.

"Damn...it's all your fault, no, keep your emotions in check and say, how did you do it!"

The devil can already control this body when he is emotionally excited and loses his senses, which makes Donald's back sweat break out.

In the future, you have to learn to control your emotions. If you let this demon come out a few more times, it's hard to say who the owner of this body is.

"It's that book, as long as you write to others with the paper inside, others will be marked as long as they touch the paper, and they will receive strong psychological cues, and then by touching the face on the cover of the book, they can interfere with being marked. The eyes and ears of the victim can make him invisible and unable to hear his actions, can also create a phantom of himself in the eyes of the other party, or create a voice that can only be heard by the marked person, want to You can appear anywhere."

Xu Shi was tortured ruthlessly. The middle-aged man said it without reservation. Five of his ten fingers were cut off, and the pain like a heart was not so easy to bear.

Donald ignored his tragic appearance and looked down at the book, but he didn't expect it to be a strange object with special functions.

In this way, the person in front of him is not a heretic at all, he is just relying on this strange object to commit crimes.

The ability of this book is similar to that of hypnosis, except that it hypnotizes people when they think they are awake, and applies psychological cues to the target to create hallucinations.

Fortunately, this guy is an ordinary person, and he has no powerful means of attack, so he can only rely on blowing arrows to carry out sneak attacks. If it were the stranger he met in the meat processing factory before, he used strange objects to divert Donald's attention, and then The sneak attack with the air cannon, when Donald reacted, it was already cold.

"Where did you get this thing?"

This kind of strange object should belong to the category of special strange object. Judging from the ability it has displayed so far, the value will not be low. How can an ordinary person hold it?

"I found it when I was tidying up the old house. At that time, there was a piece of paper with the usage method in the book, so I tried... Can you save me first? If it goes on like this, I will Bleeding to death!"

"Save you? I thought you weren't afraid of death. You should be able to walk around now, clean up the things on the ground, and I'll take you to a place."

Glancing at his injuries, a few fingers were cut off, and a stab in the shoulder blade was not a fatal injury. There was indeed a lot of bloodshed.

After all, some people can still become a generation of heroes with a broken hand.

"Where are you going?"

In order to survive, he did as he did, picking up five fingers and putting them in his pockets. The blood on the ground couldn't be dealt with, and Donald didn't care. The police are not smart enough to look at a pool of blood to find out what happened tonight.

"Where else can you go, of course, where you should go."

Mental shock!

He directly knocked the middle-aged man unconscious again, dragged him to the nearby grass, stabbed him a few times in the heart, and killed him completely. Before, letting him pick up his fingers was just because Donald felt sick and didn't want to do it himself.

Donald never planned to let him go. This guy knew his secrets, so he would definitely not be able to send him to the police station. Besides, he was an indirect murderer. He had shown murderous intent to himself several times before, and he was a killer against this kind of scourge. Will not be soft.

It's just that it's a little troublesome to deal with the corpse. Donald doesn't have much experience, so he can't just throw it here, but he knows an experienced person, and the contact point Ogoff had agreed with him before is near Godot University.

Maybe Donald didn't notice that he became more and more calm about the murder...

Ogoff didn't hesitate after Donald came to the door, and let two of his subordinates drive a carriage to clean up the mess. Fortunately, there was no fence at Godot College, so he found a hidden place to get in.

"Your Excellency, it is my honor to serve you. You can rest assured that this place will soon be restored to its original state, and no one will find out that there has been a... interrogation here tomorrow."

Glancing at the bloodstains on the ground and the corpse that was being packed in a body bag by his subordinates and ready to be pushed into the carriage, Ogoff was not too surprised, he had seen worse.

"What is Rastolle doing recently?"

Walking out along the remote path in the school, Ogoff accompanied him.

"Mr. Rastole has been busy with internal affairs of the church recently..."

"Busy? Busy cleaning up the mess or busy looting things and running away?"

Infinita mentioned to herself before that the Church of Shia has attracted the attention of the Justice Church~lightnovelpub.net~ Today, the cult news that Sherlock said is likely to come from the mouth of the judge.

Donald doesn't think that a cult in a city can compete with the strongest orthodox churches in the Ryan Empire today. Fighting a rabbit with a lion is to lift the Church of Shia.

Because of this, he was still a little relieved. Now that he said it in advance in front of Ogoff, he naturally had intentions.

"Your Excellency, your omniscience convinces me."

A piece of flattery is just right.

"Rastole is looking for me?"

There must be a reason for Ogoff's delay in leaving.

"Yes, Mr. Rastole recently hopes to get your help again, there is progress in the lost slate, and a treasure we recently obtained through the puppet you occupied, and I hope you can enlighten me... ... Of course, this is still a transaction, and Mr. Rastolle will do his best to fulfill your request."

To convey what Rastolle meant, he was looking forward to a second transaction.

"Understood. Tomorrow night, prepare enough money, enough! You can think of other things yourself."

As the requestee, it is naturally up to Donald to decide, and he was just about to grab a fortune from the cult recently.

"Don't worry, the old place will be waiting for you at 7 o'clock tomorrow night? Then I'll..."

Ogoff was about to leave, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Donald knew what he wanted to say.

"Ogoff, are you ready to perish with the Church of Shia?"

Just looked up at the dark night sky and asked in a deep voice.