One Silver Coin For a Pound of Demon

Chapter 11

Draft
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It's 10:30 in the evening. This is a boring town, the neighbourhood where you live is filled with devout believers who lack nightlife. The doors and windows of every house are closed and the lights are off. No one will notice that your door is open and had a trembling demon on the floor entrance.

Therefore, 177's camouflage was quite successful, it was safely exposed on the floor and no one came to kick it.

Twenty-one minutes later, it slowly opened by itself, like a mimosa that no one had touched for a long time. It slowly touched the ground with its hands, fumbling around, and was scalded by the door frame. It turned to support the wall and stood up little by little.

The current 177 was no longer confused. The muscles in its jaw are bulging and its brows were frowning. It's hard to say whether it's because of patience or anger, it may be both. Its back wasn't straight, it was slightly arched, as if it was always ready to react. It seemed that something invisible was pressing on its body, making it difficult to progress. 177 moved, and for a moment, you almost thought it would retreat, but the tightly strung demon still took a step forward and walked out of the door.

It stayed at the door for a while, looking straight ahead, so stiff that it couldn't even turn its neck. Not wise enough, if soldiers stood still on the battlefield like this, they wouldn't be far from death. But on the other hand, there aren't many people who dared to take this step, you know that most people wouldn't be able to move forward, frightened, they will stay in place or simply turn around and run away. You think that even if 177 died on the battlefield, no wounds will land on its back.

You soon realize that this idea is meaningless: you can't judge demons with the standards of human beings. Few demons are deserters. This has nothing to do with bravery and was more because of its killer and combative instincts. Once again, blame 177 for being too human.

177 stands in front of your house, nothing happens. After dozens of seconds of silence, it began to look around. It looked at the empty street suspiciously, as if you will suddenly jump out of some corner. You will not, of course, you're going to let it go out for a stroll, breathe a sigh of relief, and catch it again before it leaves this uninhabited neighbourhood. The holy pigeon follows it, a silver chain hangs on it, and you are a few hundred meters behind it. It'll be easy to do so.

The demon left your yard and hid among the trees lining the streets. Following the dense green belt, it chose a direction and began to move forward.

The old street is already empty at 11 o'clock, no one saw a demon walking under the shadow of the trees. After a period of time, 177's actions became more organized again. It hid well, tiptoeing, and squatted to hide when it heard a sound. There were no signs of overreaction from when it started. It even slipped into a yard- the yard belongs to a careless old bachelor who didn't keep pets, has no wives or children, and never remembered to lock the doors and windows. You don't know how 177 found this weak point, in short, it scaled the wall and went in.

You aren't worried at all. The prayer on the silver chain will prevent 177 from hurting anyone. It'll only destroy some things at best, and you can always make up for it afterwards. You hope that 177's hands and feet will be blessed by luck, not to be caught by the owner. It didn't disappoint you. Four minutes later, 177 rolls out of the window, the black hole it jumped out of was still quiet. There's no need to look on with the holy pigeon, anyone can see at a glance what it has done: 177's now wearing clothes.

It didn't wear anything on the way out, this cannot be called streaking, would anyone think that a mouse scuttling on the road is naked? The devil doesn't wear clothes. You're used to the appearance of 177 naked, seeing him wearing clothes is surprising, it's as if you see a dog in a robe.