"Charles, hey, Charles!"

Dean's shouts woke Charles from his daze, and he turned his head to see the three of them looking at him with a little worry.

"I'm fine." Charles opened his mouth, trying to smile at them, but inexplicably turned into a bared tooth.

He was in a very strange state now, and the cool feeling in his mind, as well as the comfort that had just been passed on to his body, made him seem to fall into some kind of "fluttering fairy" situation, so that his expression was a little trance.

"It's okay."

Seeing that his face was as usual, the three of them felt a little relieved, and then turned their heads to look at the demon who was trapped in the demon sealing trap.

The other party's face was still terrified at this time, and the inner shock was not lost to Charles, and the inexplicable power in her body made her even more frightened.

So this time she was a lot more honest. Faced with the problem of the Winchester brothers' successive exports, they began to tremble and know everything.

Charles didn't pay attention to what the three of them were asking now, he was immersed in his "little world" and his thoughts were wandering.

After advancing to the Necromancer Black Iron Throne, he could faintly sense the condition of the spirit. And now, he clearly noticed that his spirit body was noticeably different from before—a little taller.

If it weren't for the True Eye and the unique touch just now, Charles would have thought it was a delusion, but now......

"Can the Church's spells still be used like this? Or is it because of the "monster fight" upgrade? ”

"It shouldn't be the latter......"

muttered, but it suddenly occurred to him that he had also purified several infected demon apostles in the Overworld before, so why hadn't he encountered such a situation?

"Is there a limit? Or is the purification too low-level, or something else? Or is it completely unrelated to the church? ”

Charles didn't understand, and he didn't need to understand this, he only knew that there seemed to be one more goal for him in this world.

Thinking about it, he raised his eyes to look at the demon trapped in the trap, and his gaze unconsciously became very strange, as if he was looking at some delicious food.

This couldn't help but make the "female" demon who had been paying attention to his expression feel stunned, and then in the face of the other people's inquiries, her tone became more rapid, and she finished the last sentence soon after.

"We are not in the same department as Azazler, that's all I know!"

……

"Bobby, uh, maybe I misheard? Hell and divisions? ”

"Demons are not pure monsters, of course they are organized and disciplined." Bobby answered Dean's question, and after carefully looking at the demon in front of him, and after making sure she wasn't lying, he turned his head to look at a young man.

"I'll leave it to you, Charles."

Hearing this, the female demon who had just stood up from the ground had weak legs, and almost collapsed to the ground again, "You don't have to be trustworthy, you said before to let me go!" ”

"Really? But we repented. ”

Snorting coldly, the old man pulled the two brothers back and left them in place for Charles and the trapped demons.

The night breeze blew through the other party's slightly curly long black hair, the forehead bangs were clinging to the beautiful face because of sweat, the eyes were frightened and timid, and the hands were hugged and clutched tightly, looking pitiful.

However, Charles didn't eat this set, and the name of the True Eye hinted at him that there was a high probability that this pitiful-looking beauty was a male.

So he raised his arm without hesitation and rushed to this beautiful girl to "move".

Before that, though, he paused abruptly, then turned to look at the three of them. "Demons are heinous, aren't they?"

Bobby, who stood with his chest crossed, replied, "Of course, the demon at the crossroads may be more sleek and seemingly kind, but it is no less cruel in nature. If the book is correct, they love to eat baby brains. ”

So Charles turned his head to look at the female demon, and no longer hesitated, and began to murmur a spell in his mouth.

The sound of the incantation was as holy as ever, the light of the cross appeared, the spell came, and the poor guy in front of him immediately became really pitiful.

"Ah——!h

Screaming, she began to bend over and tremble with her hands over her head again. And as the white light spread all over the body, the screams became more and more poignant, and they were extremely sharp, and they could be heard from far and wide.

There is a lot of noise at the moment, but fortunately there are no buildings or pedestrians around, otherwise it would be mistaken for some pervert abusing women.

In reality, however, this is indeed abuse, and it is not necessarily whether it is a woman or not.

Under the darkness of the night, the magic light is very faint, but it is also because of this that this torture lasts for a long time.

After the spell effect ended, the "person" in front of him became sweating profusely again, but Charles did not stop, but began to chant again.

The cries grew hoarse, and the cries for mercy came and went, but Charles was indifferent.

He kept muttering as he stretched out his hand, his eyes fixed on the woman in black kneeling on the ground in front of him, the hints of the True Eye continued to float by, and bursts of cool and comfortable sensations kept coming, making him completely ignore all kinds of words in the other party's mouth.

The white light flashed continuously, and the injuries on the other party's body gradually worsened, and finally the sweat was no longer there.

Her exposed complexion began to show signs of debut folds as if it were dehydrated, gray, dark, and spread with the continuous light, arms, neck, cheeks.

Eventually, a faint spark grew on the edge of her eye socket, popping up, accompanied by a silent wail, and suddenly burst open from her eye with a bang, and in the blink of an eye, her entire body was quickly ignited!

Under the firelight, a heat wave hit, and the female demon, who was no longer able to struggle or anything, convulsed and collapsed to the ground, and finally turned into a puddle of black powder emitting bursts of heat with a crackling and burning sound.

As a result, a series of hints appeared in front of Charles's eyes.

[You have successfully purified a demonic force, and your spirit body has grown slightly]

You killed the demon Padarik. Winkde, you've gained a little knowledge of the Demon Pact.]

You killed Selinda. Swan, you've gained a little bit of knowledge of the Latin language.]

……

The last hint made Charles narrow, but then he turned to look at the three of them who were waiting quietly.

At this moment, they were watching from the sidelines, and their faces were very complicated.

Seeing Charles look over, Bobby sighed. "Just listening to the sound is already torture."

"That's why I just asked you." Charles replied, looking at each other, tacitly not saying anything more.

After being possessed by a demon, the original owner of the body will not die, but he will not be able to control the body.

Kill the demon, but also kill the possessed owner.

And what about this pain?

His mind drifted, and he turned his head to look at the Winchester brothers, and found that their expressions were a little depressed at the moment, as if they were upset by the information they had obtained earlier.

"What's the catch?" Charles then remembered to ask this.

"It's just a minion."

Glancing at his depressed brother, Sam said: "It is difficult for demons to crawl out of hell, and the yellow-eyed demon has never returned to hell, nor does he often come into contact with these trading demons, so his specific purpose is not clear, but she mentioned our father, he is in hell...... Tormented. ”

Hearing this, Charles knew why these two looked like this, shook his head, and changed the topic and asked, "Will you be discovered by the demon in this interrogation?" ”

"They're sure they're missing a demon, but they won't know the specifics." Bobby replied, and when he had finished speaking, he found that the young man had fallen silent again.

"Charles, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing," Charles replied, "just that it feels like this place is pretty good." ”

"Really?"

Glancing at the desolation around him, and then at the puddle of ash not far away, the old man rolled his eyes. Then he patted him on the arm and led the way towards the parked vehicle.

The others followed behind his ass.

Arriving at the impala, the brothers sat in silence in the front row, still thinking about the misfortune they had just learned.

Charles sat pensively with the old man in the back. But as soon as he sat down, he suddenly spoke.

"Bobby, can you help me get in touch with the house you said earlier?"

"House?"

Bobby was stunned when he heard this, then patted Charles on the shoulder with a smile: "It looks like we're going to be neighbors." ”