Under the moonlit and starry night, the lights in the "neighbor's" room on the left are flickering at the moment. The faint screams and the sound of glass breaking reached the ears, leaving the young man who walked out of the room a little speechless.

"Another ghost? Or is it some other monster? ”

"It's only been a day, is the United States so dangerous?"

Turning his head to look at all this, Charles couldn't help but squint.

He still knows a little bit about the next door.

When renting a house during the day, the old landlord told him about the neighbors. A middle-aged couple, the man is a forest ranger in the town, and the woman is a police officer from the local police station.

This couple is relatively powerful for ordinary people, but now, just by listening to the voice, they know that in the face of the "monster" that broke into the house, they basically have no power to fight back.

After a moment's hesitation, Charles stepped towards the opposite side. In fact, the two houses are separated by only a single white-painted wooden railing, and it is not high.

So Charles just took a little shoulder and came to the yard of the "neighbor's" house.

In the dark light, looking in through the front window, the lights flickered, and the chaotic living room came into view.

At this moment, a "man" dressed in an old hippie costume was standing in the corner of the living room, his hands tightly wrapped around a woman's neck, hanging in the air, and his back to the Charr and letting out a low roar.

Not far from them, a man in his pajamas collapsed on the sofa, bloodied, unconscious or dead.

The situation seems precarious.

Seeing this, Charles no longer hesitated, stepped to the window and raised his foot and kicked it, and with a loud noise, he bent down into it.

The movement caused by this kick was so loud that the ghost immediately turned its head when it heard the sound, revealing a hostile young man's face.

The ghosts in this world generally look the same as they did before they were born, and normal people sometimes can't even tell whether they are humans or ghosts, but Charles, who has real eyes, can't be mistaken.

So he didn't have any scruples about it.

And the other party obviously didn't think of what kind of means this human who suddenly broke in, and in the face of Charr's "provocation", it immediately let go of the prey in its hand and walked towards Charr with a fierce momentum!

It wasn't daylight, and Charles's talent naturally wouldn't take effect, so it was able to get close to Charles.

And because of this, it didn't stay in this world for even a second.

The hideous face approached, and without any scruples, he took the initiative to hit the palm of Charles's raised hand, and with a flash of golden light, the vicious ghost thing disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"A ghost who can't read power yet."

Looking down at the card in his hand, and after slipping it into his pocket, Charles immediately glanced at the neighbor's house.

The man was unconscious, and the hostess was now slumped in the corner of the wall after being imprisoned by the ghost, staring at Charles who had broken in through the window, with a palpitating face, as if she had forgotten to speak.

On the whole, they were basically fine, so Charles didn't have the heart to stay here to say hello, and turned his head and walked out of the broken window.

But before that, he flicked his hand on the edge of the window a few times covertly.

So after a while, the home phone hanging on the wall in the house rang with a hands-free beep, followed by a pleasant sound.

"Hello, this is the ...... of the 911 alarm center"

……

"If I do it every day, I don't have to run around."

Pinching the metallic card in the pocket, Charles muttered secretly on the way back.

Not to mention the effect of this card sealing ghost, a simple spell seal is a very convenient way to cast spells.

So Charles has always had the intention of accumulating cards, so that when he encounters a crisis, he can casually release a large number of spells without chanting spells or anything like that.

In fact, if he could go back to the Song of Ice and Fire now, he wouldn't have to be so numb—he had a lot of souls stored there.

"It's a pity that I didn't expect ...... at all."

Thinking about it, he walked towards the door of his house, but after a few steps, his steps suddenly stopped. Then he turned to look at the trash can outside the yard.

In the dim light, a middle-aged white man in a black trench coat was standing there, with a round face and slightly chubby hair and thinning hair.

Seeing Charles look over, the other party blinked, so the normal eyes turned dark red, and at the same time he raised his hand and greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Hello."

As the words fell, the figure of the middle-aged white man disappeared in the blink of an eye, and reappeared, in front of Charles.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charles." As he spoke, the other party's eyes blinked again, and the dark red disappeared.

"My name is Crowley."

In doing so, he may be expressing his identity, but Charles, who has real eyes, has no need for him to introduce himself.

Moreover, the other party's real name is not actually Crowley

[Fergus MacLeod, the demon of hell, aged about 400-500 years old]

[He is the leader of the contract demon in charge of the crossroads trade]

[He is wary of you]

……

"Alert?"

After a moment's thought, Charles guessed that it might be because he had burned one of his kind yesterday.

"Looking for me?"

After a few glances at the other party, Charles felt that he should be actually vigilant.

With this kind of teleportation ability, this one ran directly behind him to give himself such a knife, and he estimated that he would have to hit the street.

However, the other party does not think so.

"If you're thinking about burning me right now, I don't think you can do it, you see, there's no trap around, and I'm not as stupid as some idiot."

"Speaking of stupid people, I just ran to take a look, and I have to say, you guys are cruel......"

As he spoke, his gaze deliberately lingered for a moment on the cross "tattoo" on Charles' right hand.

Obviously, he knew a little bit about what Charles had done, and because of this, the sudden demon didn't act rashly.

Resisting the Cerberus attack, sealing it without injury, and burning a demon alive, the other party obviously estimated Charles's strength very highly.

Charles also noticed the other party's caution, so he felt a little calmer.

"So you did that just now?"

"Breaking into your neighbor's cute baby? Oh, of course. But don't get me wrong, I'm actually coming to you for the purpose of friendly negotiation, but before that, it's necessary to get to know my counterparty from the side. ”

As he spoke, seeing that Charles frowned and did not respond, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, back to business. In view of some idiot's mistake at work, that is, the loss of a Cerberus, the boss sent me to wipe my ass, of course, I asked you beforehand, so now I have a lot of sincerity - that is, there is no need to be rude, we can actually make a deal. ”

"What's the deal?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"You give me Cerberus, and I can spare a hostage." Crowley replied with a smile.

"Maybe you don't know it, but you risked your life to save Sean. Mr. Boyden, it's in our hands right now, and in fact, a lot of people don't want to play by the rules, so we usually do a few things to prepare. You hunters, tsk......"

"Sean?" Charles was stunned for a moment, then blinked.

"Let him die."

When the words fell, the smile on the other party's face froze a little.