Alone, or possibly a group of people hunting and killing gods within the United States.

In Queens, New York, Orange County, Los Angeles, and a small town in California, three Grim Reapers' have been killed so far.

This message caught Charles off guard.

Although it sounds strange to be killed as a Grim Reaper, in reality, even the Grim Reaper can be killed as long as the weapon is unique.

What profit can it do to just hunt and kill God?

Strictly speaking, the Grim Reaper are not real beings, but some kind of embodiment of the rules of the world, they may have their own personalities and memories, but in reality, they are not real individuals, but a whole collective.

Even if they are erased, then the rules of this world will give birth to a new Grim Reaper. It can't be clean, and it's useless at all.

So the purpose of hunting the gods is not to kill the god of death, but that someone is targeting something else? I? Or something else? Why? ”

After the black female Grim Reaper left, Charles frowned.

The Grim Reapers, knowing that they were being hunted, had no way of knowing who was attacking them, so for the time being, they could only defend passively, not aggressively.

The same is true of Charles, who knows about this, although he is already a master in this world, and even the angels have killed two, but in this situation of darkness and darkness, he is also useless.

As the titular boss of the Grim Reapers, and having received their help many times, Charles could not ignore it.

So after telling her to inform her as soon as there was news, Charles could only keep this matter in his heart.

Relatively speaking, the other clue that the one had just provided him had to think deeply about.

"Ajay?" Muttering the name, Charles decided to take the time to meet the guy who could smuggle people into purgatory, or even hell.

The Mother of All Things he is looking for is currently located in a place called Purgatory, and he used to think of finding a way to summon it, but since he can enter it......

But now is not the time to think about that.

There was a faint sound of trivial sounds outside the door of the abandoned hall, and Charles turned his head to see a middle-aged witch in a tattered hospital gown stumbling in.

She was weak, pale, and frustrated, as if she had lost her vitality by the departure of Nasherdin.

It's just that her expression at the moment is the opposite, full of ease and joy, and when she walked in, she didn't approach, just leaned against the wall on the side of the door, and sat there slumped.

"After my teacher died, I became a super witch." Facing Charles's inquiring gaze, she smiled and said, "At that moment, I was very proud and happy, what about the super witch, the most powerful of the witches, which means that I can do whatever I want." ”

As she spoke, she reached out and seemed to be about to pull out a cigarette to smoke one, but unfortunately, all her belongings had been burned by the flames, so she had to sweep them up in disappointment.

"However, when I learned that all other witches except the Salem Witch were able to use magic or other means to slow down their own aging, I realized that being a Super Witch was not a lucky thing, but rather a curse."

Ignoring whether Charles was listening or not, Fiona muttered to herself, her face happy or sad.

"As long as it's there, not only the Super Witch, but even other Salem witches, or wizards, will not be able to delay their lifespan at all."

"So I began to frantically search for a solution, I gave up my duties and rights as a super witch, gave up the opportunity to follow my daughter, and gave up the responsibility of revitalizing the witch school. In order to be able to get rid of this curse one day. ”

"Now," she said, the corners of her mouth twitching unconsciously as she looked at Charles with a deep gaze, "I've succeeded, we've succeeded!" ”

"Can you relate to my feelings? A lifetime of running around for this, and the moment you win, the fruit in your mouth is simply the most delicious food in the world! ”

The other party's expression was excited, but Charles didn't feel anything, and he was a little uncomfortable in the face of the naked witch.

So he directly forgot a question he was going to ask before, coughed dryly, and said, "Congratulations." In addition, regarding the matter of divination for the assembly, you can go back and prepare first, I still have some things, and I will look for you when I am done. ”

Fiona was stunned for a moment, then laughed at herself, "You're really a guy with no gentlemanly demeanor. ”

"But, you saved me, and I will be forever grateful to you."

As she spoke, after taking a deep look at Charles, she stood up against the wall and staggered away.

It didn't take long for the roar of the engine outside the sanatorium to come through the walls, and I looked through the window at the bright red Aston Aston parked at the entrance of the sanatorium. Martin honked his horn twice and slowly drove away.

Then Charles, who was standing at the window, suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask Sherdin, but he was not in a hurry about it.

There is such a thing as a mobile phone, and it is very convenient to connect with it. Relatively speaking, he didn't think it would be polite to drag a red ** person to ask questions.

After taking out his mobile phone and sending him a piece of information, there was no reply for a short time, so Charles ignored the matter for the time being, and after thinking about it, he dialed another phone number.

After a brief beep, a calm voice came from inside the microphone.

"Hello, who?"

Didn't you save your number?

Charles was a little puzzled by this, but he was immediately drawn to something else.

The unique "howling" voice of a Western woman came into her ears through the microphone, making Charles a little stunned, "Are you watching AV?" ”

“AV？ This should be, right, are you Charles? The voice of a young man was heard on the other side.

Charles didn't respond to his words, but felt incredulous.

"So, Angel watching AV?"

"Is this something that is not visible?"

The other side was a little puzzled, and then replied in a serious tone: "I'm just studying why you hit each other's buttocks when you are reproducing, well, this kind of behavior is unnecessary, I don't know a little." But it seems that you humans will always do things that are meaningless. ”

The effort with which he spoke seemed to pause the little movie, and the obvious sound disappeared, leaving only Casidio's characteristic calm voice.

"Charles, is there something wrong with me?"

Hearing him ask about the matter, Charles ignored this absurd thing for the time being, and after coughing dryly, he said, "Do me a favor, I want to go to New York." ”

"New York? Okay, where are you now? ”

"Kentucky, Mount Waverly Sanatorium near Louisville, famous."

"Wait a minute, I'll google it." He replied on the other side of the microphone, and after a while, Charles was standing in front of the window of the hall when he saw a middle-aged man in a gray coat appear not far from the entrance of the nursing home.

Charles then turned into the microphone and said, "I'm in a hall in the center of the fourth floor. ”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden creaking sound behind him, and when he turned his head, Casidio was stumbling slightly because he was stepping on the leg of an abandoned chair.