The carbon pen rustled across the brand-new notebook, and lines of strange words were written by Charles one after another.

His eyes were focused on the paper, his legs on the steering wheel, ignoring the occasional "protest" from the horn, and completely immersed himself in the practice of the spell called the White Bone Strings.

The soothing music drilled out from the MP4 playing on the co-pilot, and resounded leisurely in the car, assisting the young people at the moment to "learn". At the same time, it also muffled the mournful screams that faintly wafted from the forest outside the car.

At this time, the car was parked in a clearing in the forest, and the sun was shining, and the shade of the trees covered the roof, and the surrounding mountains and forests were deserted. At the end of the distant line of sight, a warehouse in the forest stands quietly, and a "fight" is being staged inside.

The sharp dagger continued to cut off the heads of one "human" after another, blood flowed and gathered, and a handsome young man in a leather jacket had a grim face, accompanied by murder, and a series of unbelievable questions.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Boss, it's me, Boss!"

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

……

The successive wails were noisy at first, and pity came out of the storehouse, only to become scarcer and scarcer at last until they were completely silent.

"If you have any guns, bring them all over and I'll use them for experiments, thank you."

Charles suddenly said something at this time.

But there was no one around, and apparently no one would respond.

But the young man was very calm about this, he believed that someone would hear him.

And so it is.

Soon after, the young man in a leather jacket walked out with a pile of rifles wrapped in black stockings, silently came to the front five meters of Dodge, threw the items he was carrying on the ground, and then stood quietly under the shade of a tree not far away.

Brown Mogansi's short hair, faded black leather jacket, and handsome face are angular, just looking at these, it's actually normal.

However, two lines of black blood were flowing from the corners of his eyes at the moment, and the terrifying fangs in his mouth like buckteeth were also silently proving his identity - this was a vampire.

A vampire who is different from Charles's impression of the elegant vampire in the TV series, who likes to live in groups and has particularly ugly teeth.

After revealing the black-and-white book, he opened it to a blank page, and without the need for Charles to go out, he casually pushed the large tome floating in the air out of the car, and saw the book pass through the car like an invisible object, slowly floating in front of the vampire.

The other party "consciously" pressed his hand on it.

A faint blood-colored brilliance appeared, and under the shade of the tree, a large living person who was originally alive gradually turned into a red point of light and integrated into the pages of the book.

When the light was completely gone, and the Book of Roots floated back, another female figure in a retro robe appeared in its place, but this figure also dissipated with a snap of his fingers in Charles's hand.

"It's really convenient to use the wraiths to deal with monsters."

Charles muttered in the driver's seat, casually setting aside the notebook he used to practice spells.

After looking at a new monster "file" that appeared on the Book of Roots, he picked up another piece of paper in the co-pilot and stroked a line of words on it with a carbon pen.

This means that the vampire has been captured.

In addition to this line of words on the paper, there are werewolves, onomatopoeias, and skinners.

The Gu has been completely ticked off by the Charles.

However, the time was only the afternoon of the day he said goodbye to everyone and left the motel.

The efficiency is amazing.

Once the monster in the Book of Roots hatches, Charles can manifest a projection to serve himself, which is not the actual monster itself, so even if killed, it can still manifest again after 24 hours.

And if he is not killed, then Charles can be put away and released at any time, and he is simply the best candidate for cannon fodder.

So much so that along the way, Charles didn't make much of a move at all, and completely relied on a resentful spirit that could possess his body to run amok.

Monsters have a variety of means to resist or deceive humans, such as skinners who can completely switch between humans and pet dogs, and onomatopoeia and werewolves who usually can't see anything abnormal like ordinary humans, but this can't stop the true eyes of the charr at all.

Vampires, on the other hand, are more troublesome, live in groups, and can hear the sound of human blood flowing from afar, but unfortunately, they can hear the heartbeat of a human being, but they can't hear the spirits at all.

"Before the end, all that's left is the god of lights," looking at the last line of the list, Charles touched his chin, "But before that, should I go and see the god of the winter solstice?" ”

What the gods of this world look like, he is actually quite curious.

Of course, the information given to him by the Grim Reaper has actually been clearly written, born from human thoughts and beliefs, and the power has basically passed away after losing human faith, and what remains is just an empty shell.

"But even if it's an empty shell, it's an empty shell of God......"

With that in mind, he made up his mind and lowered his legs off the steering wheel.

Then, without his orders, the black Dodge immediately refueled, made a deft turn on the narrow road between the trees, and ran towards the outside of the trees.

With the information given by the Grim Reaper, Charles can find all kinds of monsters much faster, after all, no matter what kind of monster it is, as long as he kills people, then he can't escape the birth of the soul of the dead, and then it is natural for the Grim Reaper to find out.

This is true of the ones he had killed before, and the same was true of the Winter Solstice God he was about to find.

……

The god of the winter solstice in the information is actually an old couple, who look quite amiable when looking at the photos, but in fact they have lived for more than a thousand years.

The two old couples lived in the small town of Ipsilanty, Michigan, and had a slight conflict with Charles's route, but he was not in a hurry and did not care too much about such a thing.

The black sedan drove slowly down the road, always fast, but the furious noise and the light of the fire at the wheel of the car had diminished, and it was clear that the man under his ass was restraining some instinct of his own

Xia Er still has more than ten pieces of dragon crystal at the moment, which is enough for it to "eat" for half a month, with sufficient energy supply, this car has not appeared any more moths, and naturally it will not encounter the problem of stalling again.

Nothing to say all the way,

After about three hours, he arrived at the small town of Ipsiranti, which looked strange from afar.

However, before the black Dodge could actually drive into the town, a faint conversation suddenly sounded in his ears.

"He's coming."

"Just go in and catch him."

"I can't get close in an instant, the car is alive and resisting my strength."

"Then crush it."