A few cars were parked quietly in the open space in front of the bar, the silvery moon hanging high in the sky was obscured by gray and black clouds, and in the dark light, the wilderness was barren, and the sounds of insects and birds around it were quietly hidden.

Outside the window, the night was silent, but it was still turbulent, and the black mist of Cerberus lingered in the doorway for a long time, and finally began to look for loopholes around the entire bar.

It's just that the hunters in the bar are fully prepared for this, and all the boundaries of the entire house are surrounded by ashes mixed with graveyard soil and dead man's powder, and it doesn't want to "take advantage of it" at all, but the dog is obviously not reconciled to this.

The smoky Cerberus strolled past the window, and a pair of scarlet eyes fiercely glanced at the Shire behind the window, but it did not linger - the window was originally a weak point, so it had been welded to death by hunters with iron bars before, and there were only a few gaps.

Silently patrolling around, the appearance that seemed to explode at any time made Charles couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but his mind was not on this now, but he was more concerned about the other figure not far from the Cerberus.

A skeletal figure made of smoke drifted slowly towards it after spotting Charles looking at it.

[The death messenger responsible for channeling human souls, a special spirit body, has a very ancient existence]

[It's slightly hostile to you]

……

The hazy and obscure vision due to the effect of the spell magically saw the smoke and dry bones clearly, and the hint of the real eye floated by, which made Charles understand what this thing was right now.

"Deathbringer? Death in Winchester's mouth? ”

He touched his chin, feeling a little unaware of the name.

However, he didn't think long before the Smoke Man, who had already drifted to the window, completely ignored the blockade of the dead powder in the bar, and made his way to Charles through the wall.

The ribs and chest, the gray mist, the "long hair" fluttering smoke man is full of shining light, and the translucent appearance of the whole body makes it very in line with the positioning of the ghost, and it also looks very ugly and terrifying.

However, this impression did not last long, and under Charles's wary gaze, the Smoke Man who came to him slowly sat down in the chair opposite.

As it sat down, the ghost's whole body twisted and rippled, and not long after, a beautiful girl with short black hair appeared.

Charles's charcoal-black hair looks quite intimate, and her delicate and delicate beautiful features also make her very attractive, but if you look closely, you will find that her seemingly light blue eyes are actually composed entirely of gray, which implies cold indifference, and looks full of weirdness.

Coupled with the terrifying image of this before, Charles felt that no one would be interested in this "great beauty" unless the sperm worm was in his brain.

When Charles looked at her, the other party also stared at Charles with those faint eyes, his face was expressionless, his eyes did not blink, and the wave of hostility was obviously perceptible.

The people around were not aware of the presence of this particular spirit, and in fact, there was chaos in the bar right now. Seeing that there was no gap, the Cerberus had already stepped back to the gate and began to pound hard, the faint roar that broke the barrier between the spirit and the flesh made all the hunters nervous.

The door of the bar was constantly slammed into each other, and the tightly inserted latch was shaken one after another, but in reality, Cerberus's attack was limited to that.

Its original attack may have been powerful, but it was blocked by a blockade made of black powder on the ground of the gate, so that what should have been a violent attack looked like a real dog hitting a wall.

So the situation was chaotic, but it didn't hurt for a while.

The hunters were somewhat relieved by this.

And the "beautiful girl" sitting opposite Charles, after staring at him for a long time, finally spoke.

"Necromancers are not allowed to use their souls to interfere with reality, but you have broken the rules."

Her voice was strange, gentle, delicate, and pleasant to sound despite the slightest hint of inadequacy.

It's a pity that Charles doesn't eat this set.

"So, who are you?"

Relying on the True Eye, Charles actually knew what this person was. But when he came up and accused him without saying anything, he was very inexplicable.

This seemed to surprise the other party. "You don't know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

……

There was no response, and the brunette stared at Charles' eyes flashing, as if trying to discern that he was lying otherwise, but Charles was very calm about it.

He really didn't know anything strange about the world, and he didn't know what the so-called rules were.

So for a moment it seemed very quiet.

It's still chaotic around at the moment.

The sound of Cerberus pounding on the door and the hissing continued, and judging by the crumbling appearance, the bar door didn't seem to last long.

But this did not attract much attention from Charles, or rather, he was now on the guard against the one in front of him, for fear that he would break out.

Soon after, the other party finally spoke again.

"We are stewards of human death. Take charge of the deaths in every country, every city, and every town, maintain order in the dead, and bring in new souls to help them go where they right. ”

Charles hadn't been surprised to learn of such a "thing" from the Winchester brothers, but it was the first time he had seen it.

"So you're the head of Lincoln City?"

"No, I don't belong here." The black-haired girl said, her light gray eyes narrowing slightly, "I'm only here for you." ”

"Because I fouled?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"That's right." The other party nodded: "In Philadelphia, you killed a few people who shouldn't have died, and saved a few people who should have died." ”

"Deserve to die? Do you mean apartment dwellers? ”

"No, I mean the bank clerk." The black-haired girl said, "They were supposed to die during the robbers' robbery, but you disposed of those people in advance." ”

“……”

Charles felt as if he had accidentally carried a pot that was not big or small, so that he didn't know what to say for a while, but after a while, he frowned and said, "Why do I think this is a good thing?" ”

"A good thing?" The black-haired girl snorted coldly when she heard this: "How can it be a good thing?" How many accidents will happen if they continue to live, you simply don't understand. A single meeting, a phone call, or even a look can cause a chain reaction that leads everything into the unknowable. ”

"I'm sorry about that." Charles pouted: "But who told them to take the initiative to send it." ”

"Then Gordon. What about Blair? The black-haired girl was obviously aware of Charles's "crime", and when she heard this, she asked: "Because of his indiscriminate run, a farmer mistakenly thought that someone had broken in, so he called the police, causing the police station line to be occupied, and a person in Lincoln City who should not have died died in a burglary." ”

Charles blinked, a little speechless at this. "Maybe you should go to the Mi government for advice."

The black-haired girl sighed, then looked at Charles, and said with a serious face: "Necromancers are not allowed to use souls to interfere in reality, this is a rule we have already set, but you broke the rules!" ”

"So, what do you want to do? Ready to get your hands dirty? ”

"We are not allowed to interfere with anything but death." The black-haired girl said, her light gray eyes quietly looking at Charles, and her mouth said something that was not light or heavy, and her mouth said something that was not light or serious.

"But I'll keep an eye on you at all times, and trust me, no necromancer can compete with the Grim Reaper for souls. Don't want your spells to work again. ”

"Everything in the world should have its corresponding laws, and if you break the rules, this is the punishment. So I'm sorry until I find out that you're repentant, otherwise I won't leave. ”

With that, she gave Charles one last look, and then floated out of the bar in the form of a spirit again. Then he "stood" quietly in the open space in front of the bar, his eyes staring at Charles for a moment.

If she had looked at her like she had just looked, Charles might have felt better, but the way she looked now was terrifying......

After glancing at each other a few times, Charles finally withdrew his gaze. The thought that there would always be such a thing staring at him in the future made him feel a slight toothache, not to mention, this one also said that he would destroy his spell.

"Then it's up to you to have the ability." Touching his chin, Xia Erfu thought of another sentence.

"Everything in the world should have its corresponding laws?"

Muttering this, he frowned.

If everything in this world really has laws to follow, then this outsider is obviously some kind of existence that destroys the law, and it is obviously impossible to be tolerated by the inherent world.

And the fact seems to be the same, he didn't do anything "out of the ordinary" when he came here, and as a result, he caused a series of troubles......

Thinking about it, Charles suddenly felt something unusual in the pocket of his jeans.

He was stunned, and then remembered what he had in his pocket, so he hurriedly reached inside and took out a look, on the note written to him by a certain being, the two lines of words that were originally written have become another line.

"Bullshit regularity!"