The streets are deserted, with streetlights, benches, fire hydrants, and dirty walls covered in graffiti.

"Damn old Kobe, why don't you do it yourself, I fak your mother......"

Out of the back door of the hotel came a young apprentice chef, wearing a white hat, carrying two bulging plastic bags, swearing and swearing towards the garbage can not far away.

After throwing the object in his hand into the bucket in disgust, he did not leave in a hurry, but lit a cigarette in the same place and began to swallow the clouds and spit.

After a while, it wasn't until there was a urging sound in the back door that he bared his teeth and spit out a mouthful of phlegm in the trash can, then he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and turned back unwillingly.

And as soon as he disappeared, two scruffily dressed homeless men, one bearded and the other emaciated, burst out of the alley in the distance, no one noticed. Wearing thick, dirty gray coats, they quickly ran to the trash can and began to rummage down.

"What will it be today?"

"I don't know, maybe it's still toast?"

"That's not bad." The bearded man rummaged and muttered, "I have to thank Katrina, old Kobe's restaurant didn't have so many customers during this time, so it was cheaper for us." ”

"You should curse it, don't forget how our house didn't exist."

"That house, I think- hell, I touched the!"

"Little Stephen knows we come to rummage through the leftovers every day, he must have done it on purpose, that bitch dog mongrel......"

……

The two homeless men cursed and rummaged, rummaged for a long time, and then quickly returned to hide in the alley with their booty, and then sat down on the ground, leaned against the wall, and began to eat it.

"All I can say is that Kobe Bryant's craft at making hamburgers is a bit of a regression." Gobbling it up, the bearded homeless man who wiped his dirty hands complained as he ate.

"The beef is only a little cooked, he can't chew it at all, and he puts too many onions......"

"It's good to eat some." His companion's vague response, the feeling of stuffing his mouth with food was quite satisfying. However, as he chewed, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The companion next to him has always been talkative, why did he have no voice after saying that sentence?

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at it, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"Blair, Blair, what's wrong with you!?"

He shook as he asked, and saw that the bearded homeless man had a bruised face at the moment, covering his neck and rolling his eyes!

The situation was clearly choking.

The emaciated homeless man hurriedly began to carry out first aid measures, but he didn't know whether it was bad luck or the technology was not in place, he was anxiously busy for a long time, and his companion did not get any better, so that in the end he had to take out his broken mobile phone and endure the pain of 911.

Unfortunately, when he called, the homeless man at his feet had already kicked his legs and suffocated in place, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, his face was bruised, and the residue of the hamburger remained in his mouth.

The emaciated homeless man noticed this after making the call, and couldn't help despairing, he knelt on the ground and couldn't help but pat his companion's cheek, looking sad and angry, as if he couldn't believe it, but at this moment, the corpse of his companion was lying quietly in place, but it was an unchangeable fact.

"Well, Blair, maybe you won't be starving when you go to heaven."

Eventually, he muttered a cross on his chest, raised his hand to stroke his companion's eyelids, and as soon as he withdrew his hand, he suddenly looked stunned, and then stood on the spot.

At this moment, in front of him, a gray mist suddenly floated out of the ground, swirling and rippling, gradually rising and combining into a humanoid figure emitting gray mist.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the homeless man, the hazy humanoid gray mist suddenly solidified and solidified!

The fog rippled, and a cold feeling came to his face, and a young man in black leather shoes and a black suit appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?" The homeless man kneeling in front of his companion asked blankly.

There was no response, and the young man showed up and just looked around, then glanced at them before stepping away.

However, he could leave, but the gray mist that had caused him to appear did not dissipate, but after a moment of ripple in place, it suddenly converged into the nostrils of the dead homeless, and then, under the stunned gaze of the emaciated homeless, the choked companion's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and at the same time turned and vomited violently.

"Blair?"

The homeless man was a little stunned when he saw this, and then he was ecstatic: "You are not dead? That's great! ”

His face was excited, and he hurriedly raised his hand to help his companion pat his back, looking happy and happy.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice that the gray in the eyes of his companion facing the ground flickered.

……

Kill a large number of living beings to sacrifice to death, and then under the effect of the death order of this world, instantly "drag" the sacrificer to the scene where death occurs in the place where he wants to go. This is basically the law of long-distance transmission.

It's just that after the teleportation is completed, the aura of death that those sacrificers have gathered will not dissipate.

Unbeknownst to Charles, he had inadvertently created a living corpse, and after walking out of the alley, he was walking down a remote street, sending a message to one of the witches in his address book as he went.

It's just that he didn't reply for a long time, and Charles didn't pay attention to it anymore.

The city of New Orleans was a strange place to him, so after coming here, he didn't wander around, he just got a taxi and went straight in.

"Robbie Jocks Women's College." He said to the driver in the driver's seat.

"Is that the mansion on Westtree Street?" The black driver asked, and Charles nodded.

So I heard the other party snort.

"I heard that the women in that mansion are very powerful and very rich. Oh, I've heard it's haunted, but that's not surprising, it's already remote, close to the suburbs. ”

He chattered as he started the car and turned away.

……

The high-rise streets on both sides are bright, and the city looks deserted, and the yellow taxis are speeding all the way, and there are basically no traffic jams.

Along the way, the black driver kept talking, and Charles listened as if he was not there, and his mind was still thinking about the purpose of coming to the city.

……

"You're interested in pagan gods? Then I suggest you take a trip to Louisiana, where many pagan gods have been running for a long time. Gabriel's words drifted through his mind.

"I heard that it was to encircle and suppress the god of Voodous, and I don't know how he provoked the anger of the people, if it weren't for the lack of time, I would have wanted to go around."

……

If the rest of the city was deserted, the streets where the Witches' Academy was located were mostly deserted, with the yellow leaves of the plane trees on either side, the roads deserted, and the rows of luxury villas and estates neatly arranged, and when the taxi arrived, he didn't even see a living person.

It's like a ghost street.

But this was Charles's destination—the witch had told him the exact address, and it was right.

Paying to get out of the car, Charles glanced at the white two-story villa behind the fence, and then looked at the college sign hanging on the left side of the door - Robbie Jocks Girls' College

Stepping closer, ringing the doorbell, under the crisp sound, after a while, I saw the closed door being pushed open suddenly.

"Another one! Damn, I can't stand it. Maybe Cordelia you should consider hiring more servants, there is only one mute in such a big place, and there is no money? I can sponsor you without money! ”

A pleasant voice came to my ears, and a beautiful woman in a black suspender dress stepped on high heels and walked out full of displeasure.

She originally looked impatient, but when she saw the one standing at the door, she was stunned, and her complexion softened.

Then she swayed with a ladylike step, and her expression became quite reserved.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

This one seems to have just twisted his foot to the point that he can't walk a little normally.

However, Charles didn't look too much, and the True Eye suggested that it was indeed a witch in front of him, so he spoke, "I'm looking for Fiona. Goode. ”