Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
Blood and Animals

"Beastization!"

Alice's was almost startled as she stood straight from her seat, but she suddenly held back her impulse.

The information in my mind is as solid as it already is, and firmly embedded in memory.

It even made him feel a burning pain from being stamped.

"Beastization: power drawn from blood, controlled by blood ..."

Alice's was holding the book in her hand, her eyelids were throbbing, and her heart was lingering. What's this? !

The strength of the hunters comes from the dream beasts, they gain a part of their strength by injecting drugs with the main raw material of dirty blood, they get, they were the ones who gazed into the abyss and turned into the abyss.

Injecting dirty blood is a very dangerous behavior, and even the first injection has a certain mortality rate.

This is also the threshold for becoming a hunter.

And if the dose exceeds a certain ratio, the hunter will soon be infected, uncontrollable dirty blood rages in the body, and a certain degree of abnormality occurs.

Specific phenomena can be roughly divided into three stages: personality distortion, rational evaporation, and body alienation.

The higher the concentration of dirty blood, the stronger the hunter strength and the deeper the abnormal phenomenon.

Among the alienation of the body, the most common is animalization.

Such beastization was uncontrollable!

The old hunters who had collected too much dirty blood were unimaginable, but under normal circumstances, they were tortured due to the phenomenon of slaughter, and were even unable to move, extremely painful.

What Alice's thinking about non-humans is gaining power through a second injection, teeth retaliating, eyes reciprocating!

But I did not expect that this mysterious bookstore owner actually gave him a method to control dirty blood!

Totally controllable beastiization...!

A problem that has not been solved by hunters and witches since ancient times!

"Confession ..."

Clearly feeling the rush of blood surrender in the body, Alice's voice trembled slightly, a little hoarse: "Is this what you want me to do?"

Absolutely insane!

A strong madman!

This brief information was enough to reverse the power system that the entire group of hunters was relying on!

Once this skill spread, the orders made by the hunters who now relied on dirty blood would be broken!

By doing so, he was tantamount to starting the conquest of the old world.

He may be a saint, or a sinner.

All the choices of fate, the tide of the times, were now in his hands.

He wanted to confess to this dead old world.

Alice's breathing became heavier and she lowered her head to stare at the book in her hands, especially in this quiet bookstore.

Davey sighed as he looked at the woman who lowered her head and slightly shook her shoulders.

Unfortunately, this is a woman who broke up. Although it looked like a strong woman, it was actually just an appearance, a fragile shell.

Look, with just a few words of comfort and encouragement, she almost cried.

Surely sometimes crying is not because of sadness, but because someone can talk and rely.

But after a fragile catharsis, he still needs a booster to strengthen his confidence, so that he believes that he can do it, he can face everything, and reveal his true self!

He said: "Yes, I want you to do this, and you have to do it too, not to repent, but to face yourself honestly."

The young man on the opposite side had retracted his gaze, whispering, as if to her, or as if talking to her in a low voice.

"If you want to blow the trumpet of the final judgment, I will hold this book in my hands and stand before the highest judge. I will announce out loud: 'This is what I do, what I think, and what I am. I'm am. With the same honesty, good and evil are spoken. '"

What Davey says is the original text in "Confessions" written by Rousseau.

He smiled and said, "Everyone has a primitive desire like a savage beast. This is true, isn't it?"

Alice's suddenly lifted her head and saw Davey take his teacup, and "pour" to touch the cup placed in front of her, and looked at her: "Return for a new tomorrow, what if?"

He placed the book in his hand, earnestly took the teacup and drank it, smiled, and then carefully lowered his head slightly: "Thank you for your guidance, I will follow your wishes."

Davey drank it, and saw Alice's motion to drink in one gulp. After a pause, he could not help but move his mouth.

Why did he drink it all? He only said symbolically, only to make the other party drink more hot water to warm the stomach ...

And more importantly, he simply added water to the other side, it was a genuine glass of boiling water!

Why did he drink it all without blinking? !

Forgetit.

After all, she had just fallen in love, it was possible to be possessed.

Davey put down his cup, still asking hesitantly, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Alice's shook her head: "Thank you for your concern, I'm not in any big trouble."

As long as they spoke, the wound had healed completely by itself.

This is the power of dirty blood.

Well, since the other party said that, he should be fine.

After all, if it was really on fire, it would be impossible for the other party to speak to him properly now.

"Are you going to rest for a while?"

Davey flipped a black umbrella under the counter and shook: "Unfortunately, my bookstore is too crowded, there is no free space, and no guest rooms, no room, so I can only accept you until tonight."

"It's umbrella. Can be brought with the book. Book return deadline of one month. Maximum of seven days. Remember to bring an umbrella when you come."

His bookstore was not a bookstore, but rather a simple library, except for books, this was a bookshelf.

"I'll be gone for a minute."

Alice's picked up the umbrella, signed her name and information on the register Davey had brought, and whispered carefully: "May I know you."

ME?

What I said just now shouldn't be excessive, or is it true that desperate women are easy to take advantage of?

Davey blinked and showed a business smile: "My name is Davey aldous, I'm just a regular but helpful bookstore owner."

He packed the book into a plastic bag and glanced at the cash register.

Name Alice's ... Huh huh?

The famous rich man Ji Bonong who was involved in the development of underground resources in urban areas, his only daughter, seemed to be called by this name?

Davey thought that his memory was not bad, and this name was arguably unique, he must have remembered it correctly.

Coupled with the excellent appearance of other parties, and evening dresses that look like custom designs.

He pretended to be calm, and secretly returned the registers.

It's still a big fish.

Sure can complain ... make enough money to decorate a bookstore!

Alice's was not disappointed, but felt as expected.

Since the other party did not wish to reveal his identity, he could only rely on his efforts to at least settle all traitors before the stipulated one month deadline came!

Then, come to seek help in the next step ...

He took two steps back, held an umbrella and a book in one hand, placed his cane under the armpit, pressed the other hand against his chest, and bowed to Davey.

"Good night to you, then."

Davey scratched his head. Shouldn't she be called the oldest woman? This etiquette is a bit overstated.

Alice's heaved a sigh of relief, stood straight again respectfully, turned around and exited the store, opened the door, opened the umbrella, and walked forward in the heavy rain.

He suddenly held back the mechanism of the stick, and his entire body stood guard again, and he looked forward with alarm.

An old man with an umbrella walked across, crouched down, walked slowly in the rain, holding a book in his hand.

CONNECT...................!!!