The heat from the angel was surging from behind, and the street outside the window was passing by rapidly.

Sit in a brilliant red Aston. In Martin's passenger seat, Charles felt the constant flow of power in his body, but his attention was not on it.

Of course, he didn't put it on the middle-aged witch who was driving next to him, and he couldn't say anything.

It's two cards in your hand.

……

"Boy, we have a lot of friends, hurry up and let us go, otherwise you will be unlucky sooner or later."

The kind old man in the gray sweater sealed on the silver-edged dark blue card in front of him didn't look kind at all at the moment, his face stared fiercely at the face outside the card, his hands on the frame, and his mouth kept threatening.

In the past, the soul of the card seal had always been stationary, but now this kind of ability to move and see the situation outside surprised Charles a little.

"I'm sorry, kid, but the old man doesn't have a good temper."

While he was thinking about this, he sandwiched another card on his thumb, and the silver-haired old woman pleaded bitterly: "We just looked at the side of the road, but we didn't think about you, and we never saw you, and we couldn't talk about hatred, what are you doing with us, please let us go." ”

"What are you begging him to do, wife, you wait, it won't be long before he takes the initiative to let us go."

The silver-haired old man in the card shouted, his face straight.

Charles, however, had no affection for them.

"What's the best piece of food on a person?" He asked.

"Heart/kidney, of course."

The two replied without thinking. After the results were finished, it was a bit of a retrospective.

After a moment of silence, the silver-haired old man said casually: "Isn't it less knowledgeable, cannibalism, it's not a big deal, many old friends have this hobby, and the best thing in the world is human flesh."

"That's right, so if you want to try something new, we can actually teach you. Of course, if you are taboo about this, then we will definitely not eat people in the future, we can swear ......" said the old woman cautiously.

"Or tell you where we hide our treasures?" The other card has a seductive tone.

"Artifacts, relics? Or all sorts of ancient magical knowledge? I can tell you where the ruins of Valhalla are, and trust me, boy, there is more wealth than you can imagine. ”

"Shut up, dead man, do you want Odin to kill you?"

"Then he also has that ability, if you want me to say, Odin himself can't protect ......"

……

Despite the two muttering, Charles did not answer their interest. But he was curious about the message behind them.

"It looks like these two are from the Norse god family, Odin ......"

Thinking so, Charles was not in a hurry to kill them, but he was not in a hurry to ask.

One last glance at the two nagging old couples, he pulled out his wallet and inserted the two cards into the wallet compartment.

So the old man's scolding and the old woman's bitter pleading have been blocked by the cortex, and the voice is muffled and weak, like a mosquito and a fly.

"You can imagine how depressing it would be to be locked up there."

Seeing this kind of thing, the middle-aged witch who was driving smiled at the corners of her mouth.

She tried to make herself look weird, but the hands that clenched the steering wheel revealed the tension in her heart.

This appeared to be a completely harmless young man, but in reality, she had seen with her own eyes how strong this man was.

If nothing else, Fiona's ability to turn a person, or a god, into a card with a raised hand alone has already shocked Fiona. Not to mention the weird and terrifying necromancy.

She wasn't sure if she would anger him at a certain point in communicating with him, and then encounter the treatment of the old couple.

"Isn't that what I'm hoping for, though, mighty necromancer......"

Secretly cheered herself up, the middle-aged witch who hadn't been nervous for a long time had a heart beating faster at the moment, and asked casually.

"So, when you get to Louisville, you're ready to do ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Charles interrupted her.

"Stop selling lawsuits, say, what do you want me to do for you? And what can you give me. ”

Fiona, who was interrupted, was not angry but happy when she heard this.

She had been asking Charles for help, but she didn't know how to speak for a while.

Well, now, the meaning of this person is very clear, it is not impossible to help, but it comes at a price.

However, she doesn't care about the price or not, she only cares if this person can make a move.

"How much do you know about witches?" She asked hurriedly.

"A special spellcasting group?" Charles didn't pay much attention to this, but thanks to the Grim Reaper's information, he knew a little.

"There are witches who make deals with hell demons to borrow power, there are witches who are born with superpowers, and there are witches who learn the day after tomorrow, I only know these three types."

"It's not so much a demon of hell as hell." Fiona corrected: "The contract demon is only responsible for signing the contract, and it is actually the power of the entire hell that gives the benefit to the trading party, if it is just the demon, hehe, what kind of strength they have, you can also see." ”

"So, what does this have to do with your request?"

"Yes." Fiona said: "There are actually many factions of witches, Cromwell, voodoo, assembly witches, etc., I belong to the witches of Salem. ”

"Our lineage was originally born as witches, but hundreds of years ago, because of something, the leader of the time made a deal with the demons of hell in order to gain greater power."

"You know, hehe, it's never easy to make a deal with a demon. While this had greatly strengthened the leader, it had come at the cost of not being able to use any magic to keep her alive. And that fate will extend to every Salem witch head. ”

Hearing this, Charles had a guess: "So, you also want to make a reversal?" And then summon a demon to undo the deal? ”

"No, our trade is not the same as a normal contract transaction." Fiona lit a cigarette and took a puff, then said in a deep voice, "No demon will come and take our lives at some point, and what kills us is a power, a power called Super Witch." Of course, this is more of a curse than power. ”

"It grows itself up in us, and then when you can't meet some of its requirements, it moves into other witches and continues to do so, and the witches it forsakes will only die slowly, without exception."

"I have the power to force this curse source out, but I need the help of a powerful necromancer."

"What kind of help?"

"Help me create a lifeless, death-filled field." Fiona held the steering wheel and said in a low tone: "Only in this environment can I guarantee that it will not escape, and then, you need to help me get rid of this thing." ”

Death Zone?

When Charles heard the word, he subconsciously thought of a spell he had learned, but had almost forgotten—the Land of the Dead.

The power of this spell is very much in line with this person's requirements.

But......

"How's that thing?"

"Weaker than the angels." Fiona replied, "And it's a soul body in a sense." Necromancer's most restrained thing is the soul, isn't it? ”

That's right.

Charles nodded when he heard this, then thought for a moment and asked, "What can you give?" ”

It's not mercenary, it's that this person who doesn't know him at all, and who risked his life for a stranger for free, is not so noble.

Fiona didn't answer right away, instead repeating, "I need you to kill all life in range." ”

"It's all, whether it's earthworms buried in the soil, or growing flowers and seedlings, or even all kinds of microorganisms within a certain range of the ground."

She didn't ask if she could get through it, because Charles had already proven what he was capable of.

Just because he has strong combat effectiveness doesn't mean he can do it.

That kind of special magic, which most necromancers don't have.

"Of course, what can you give." Charles asked again, but he was not impatient.

Hearing this affirmative word, Fiona's hands holding the steering wheel tightened unconsciously, and her heart was ecstatic. But then there was some hesitation.

On the issue of remuneration, she thought about money, wealth, all kinds of treasures, and even herself.

But in front of this person, it seems that none of this can be said at all.

Her mind was racing, and the various interests were analyzed one by one, so she finally said slowly: "What do you think of the whole Salem witch line?" ”