The cloak that was soaked in the body was wet and soft cloth. In the heavy rain, the covers outside were completely fitted on the person who came, outlining the thin body below.

He was moving forward, but his pace was getting slower and slower. He wanted to tell the man about his situation, but his mouth didn't know if he could open it.

"Ah!! Look behind him, what is that!"

Weird people can always attract more attention from others. A woman holding an umbrella on the street suddenly screamed, and the exclamation made all her eyes focus behind the Weird people.

On the streets paved with bricks and stones, the rain still washed away the pieces of flesh and blood, but it only brought blood along the gullies between the bricks to different places.

Every time this person takes, the flesh and blood on his body is shattering!

Donald also saw this scene. He noticed the strangeness and had a strong premonition. The person in front of him was Ronan.

Spirit Vision is turned on!

After experiencing the practice of clock meditation, this time the burden of spiritual vision can feel a little relaxed, and it should last longer. Turn your eyes to the streets. Ordinary people have blue bodies, and this color is bright and dark. Compared with young people, they are generally brighter. Donald believes that this is a manifestation of vitality.

And the person under the cloak in front of me was gray... lifeless gray!

He is dead!

As if he was strangled by some invisible force, Donald's Adam's apple rolled up and down. Before the man could come forward, his hand opened the shop door and shrank back.

Whether it's afraid or avoid suspicion, Donald never wants to go up and have any disputes with him at this time.

"Sir, why are you back?"

The manager asked behind the counter.

"I remember that my family still lacks some tools. Come back and take a look. Just be busy with your own."

After replying perfunctorily, Donald continued to stare at the weird guy outside.

Why can he continue walking after losing his life?

Zombies? Undead?

Life is gone, is his soul still there?

As soon as he thought of this, the red light in his eyes suddenly deepened, the world in front of him changed from gray-black to light red, and the consumption of mental power began to intensify.

If Donald's mental power has been strengthened now is 2, the consumption of spiritual vision is nearly 0.1, which means it can last for about 20 seconds. However, the current state consumption has doubled and can only last for about 10 seconds. After this time, the force can continue, but it will damage your eyes. Donald has suffered a loss in the first two times.

The corpse that seemed gray before was now lingering on the top of its head, with a dark mist. It was dark, but it was very small. Donald suddenly realized that in this state, he saw the soul...

However, the observation of this special goal comes at a price. The moment the wisp of black mist appeared, Donald sensed the rapid loss of his own mental power, which scared him so much that he quickly closed his eyes and returned to normal.

When he opened his eyes again, the target had already walked to the previous restaurant and stopped, behind him were pieces of flesh and blood.

The man moved, and his broken arms stretched out under his cloak. This is not a metaphor. The two arms were indeed broken, not to mention the potholes, and some places could even see the bones with shredded flesh hangings.

Screams came one after another, and people on the street looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared in horror, but their steps were just moving backwards, and there was no sign of running away.

The nature of joining in the fun makes them unwilling to miss such a wonderful scene.

He lifted the hood of the cloak, and at Donald's angle, he only saw the undetached scalp on the back of his head, and the blood that washed down with the rain.

"Error! This is an error! This is an error!!"

The sound he made was like a cry when the tonsils were inflamed, which was a feeling that could make people die.

The tone was hoarse, as if every word was tearing his vocal cords, the sound was not loud, but it was heartbreaking enough...

The body fell down with the dissipation of the sound. Everything was so abrupt and nonsensical. Most of the passers-by nearby were panicked. They didn't know what he shouted, but Donald knew.

So he felt empathy and sweated coldly...

All dead... including the predecessor, all dead so far!

That magic array is a problematic array, which is to silence them all!

Donald was actually prepared in his heart, and such a scene was still uncomfortable.

He began to think.

I told Luo Nan that he could find the problem in advance and avoid such a miserable death now?

If you are discovered by a cult, can you think of a way to save yourself in time instead of turning into the broken body in front of you that makes the person who sees you tremble?

I heard that the death of others is completely different from seeing death in front of me, not to mention in such a cruel way.

Donald stared at the corpses on the street. Even if everyone else was looking away, he was the only one who stared at him, even if he was sore in his disgusting throat.

"You must recognize the reality. Your situation is not much better than him!"

Murmuring to himself, learning from others, only when you truly see the cruel death will people discover how glad it is to be alive.

His trembling hands pinched the handle of the shop door. When Donald opened the door and went out, he found that his heart suddenly began to calm down, opened the umbrella, and walked away with more and more people coming up nearby.

For his own taste, he decided to go to another place to have lunch.

**

The banking function of this era is similar to that of previous lives, but they use passbooks here. As for storing things, they will issue keys. If they want to get them, they must be present and the key. Of course, if there is an unfortunate situation, they need an identity certificate from the local police station to prove that they are related to the original owner of the key.

Donald came to the bank gate after lunch. This was the bank closest to Iris Street that he had asked in advance. There was more than one bank in Puston, but he thought that his predecessor would not have taken a carriage or car to a place more than a dozen blocks away to store things, which was a very suspicious thing in itself.

"Good afternoon, sir, can anyone help you?"

Because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the bank today. Donald didn't wait too long before he arrived at the counter. There was a layer of glass inside through an iron fence. Obviously, bulletproof glass should have not been invented in this era.

"I'll get my stuff, this is the key."

"Okay, please show your passbook."

"Ah~ Sorry, I forgot to bring my passbook. Is there any other way?"
Chapter completed!