The hunter is a profession that has been handed down since the Middle Ages, dating back to the time of Charlemagne, whose only job is to hunt, but only for evil creatures, and the professional skills are often passed from father to son and mother to daughter.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has become the so-called family, and the communication and cooperation between the family and the family, day after day, year after year, has formed a circle of witchers, and the Coulson brothers and sisters are quite famous hunters among them.

And this mysterious profession has been differentiated in modern times, especially since the Second Industrial Revolution.

Most of the witchers' skills in dealing with evil creatures are passed down by word of mouth, the experience left by their predecessors, and the additions of later generations, plus fragments of records through ancient digests, which are never revealed to outsiders, as Joe says, belong to traditionalists.

Some witchers don't think so, preferring to cooperate with the government to find out the nature of evil creatures through a strong scientific research team, and then destroy them, such as the Mind Science Society.

There are also some guys, they are born with some magical abilities, such as summoning evil creatures, communicating with hell and heaven, etc., these people are all called 'patrons', and spontaneously form an institution called the Invisible Academy to train and grow people of the same kind.

"Let's put it this way, the Mind Science Society is like S.H.I.E.L.D. in the supernatural world, and the Invisible Academy is like the X-Men, you can understand that, right?" In the bar, Joe laughed lazily and took a large sip of beer by the way.

"I heard that with the help of the Pentagon's special services, a potion capable of killing the devil has been developed," Jo interjected.

"Then why don't you do that, I mean, with a powerful department, isn't that helpful?"

Joe snorted, picked up the beer bottle drunk, and set it aside; Take out another one. Placed on the opposite side.

"It's us, humans, Earth, everything is normal," he said, gesturing to the beer bottle on the other side, "It's hell, or purgatory, shit-like evil creatures." ”

"In the middle is a slender partition, you can understand it as a partition, a floor, a ceiling, whatever you want; When some bad guys climb up. We're the ones who take it out and kick it back, and in the same way, when we go to hell, they're in charge, just like Gotham City, with the police during the day and the gangsters at night. This guy exaggerated, and seemed to be extremely fond of using things from movies.

"One day. Batman's coming, he wants to investigate the root of the evil, use all means to deal with the bad guys, tear open the unspoken rules, the compartment; With all the so-called 'scientific' methods. Study these evil creatures to find out the connection, even the location of hell, and try to dig a hole in the floor. Say good morning to Mr. Lucifer who is pooping. ”

"What do you think he'll say to you?"

"Go to war—"

"Bingo! The ultimate PK of hell and the world was officially staged, and less than one side fell. Never stop, who knows how many people will die because of it," Joe's cynical expression turned serious.

"We have to get ahead of the Mind Science Society, solve every supernatural event, and slow down or even stop their hunt," Jo said.

"Alright, we're done with our story, tell me about you, the witcher from Asia."

Tang Long and the grasshopper glanced at each other and rubbed the bridge of their noses, "Actually, we don't know who our boss is, it will assign us some tasks, some are to deal with ghosts, some are not, if you complete, you will be rewarded, and if you fail, you will be punished." ”

"Then your boss has a similar style to our daddy," Jo shrugged.

"So, what are you here for?" Tang Long asked.

"Routine supervision, it's just that our dad was doing it before, and now it's our turn, but unfortunately, under our inspection, the seal was partially broken, and I don't know if it's human factors or natural causes."

"Sealing, surveillance?"

"Yes, during the period of western development, Ohio was famous for its ghost land, and the main reason was because here, the location of Tom's Town, once opened the gates of hell."

"The Gates of Hell?"

"Opening the passage to hell by sacrificing one's life is an unusually evil ancient magic, a curse of the Indians before they died."

"Indians? Why did you get involved with the Indians again? Grasshopper wondered.

"Leave that Indian alone, jo, joe, let me ask you, is there a very powerful creature sealed inside this seal?" Tang Long asked in a deep voice, did he remember that the two people on the plane claimed to liberate an S-class monster.

"According to the literature, when the hell passage was opened, a tentacle once swept out and severely injured the sealed guy."

"Tentacles?"

"It is said that it is very likely to be one of the seven deadly sins of 'jealousy,' which is Leviathan."

"That biblical sea monster!" Tang Long was taken aback, he still had a little impression of this paragraph.

When it swims in the sea, the waves are against it; It breathes flames from its mouth, smoke from its nose, sharp teeth, and a body as strong as armor. Ruthless and brutal, it seeks out prey in the ocean and makes the creatures around it smell and discolor.

"That's right, I don't think even the most radical Idea Science Society guys have ever thought of releasing this guy."

"No, that's what someone is aiming for!" Tang Long said affirmatively.

"No, it's impossible, if you want to break the seal, unless it's to destroy the angel expulsion array that the ancestors have arranged here through the nine railways, damn it! Jo, let's go, we should have guessed before we came," Joe patted his head, as if he had thought of something.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Tang Long hurriedly asked.

"Well, 10 miles east of Tom Street, there's a soldier's cemetery, count from left to right, fourth row, fifth column, graves with gold stripes, see if there's something wrong with it, and in an hour, meet here."

"Okay!"

After the two waves separated, Tang Long and Grasshopper quickly rushed to the soldier's cemetery that Joe said, rows of crosses, and quickly found the cross tombstone, which was empty and did not have a single letter.

With a slight push, the cross turned into black powder and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, black gas emanated from the other graves, turning into soldiers with long legs, cowhide boots, and old-fashioned front-loading spears, their faces gloomy, and the bones in their skin were faintly visible.

"Damn!" Tang Long scolded, turned around and ran, the rogue bear replaced it with a salt bomb, and every time it hit, the other party would disappear, and it wasn't until two or three minutes later that it reappeared, and its body was obviously smaller.

Holy Salt is the nemesis of ghosts - the Encyclopedia of Monsters

Tang Long's eyes flickered, and there were two more ghost soldiers in front of him, and the spears in their hands were raised; Even if the physical attack is ineffective, it can only dodge, continuous sliding steps, short punches, and when the fist falls on the opponent's body, it seems to break a layer of glass, and the opponent immediately disappears in the air.

He sighed lightly and glanced at the palm of his hand, and a red line just disappeared between the flesh and skin.

'Seems odd? I didn't have time to think about it, since it had an effect, one person and one bear punched and kicked, and soon killed out of the soldiers' cemetery, there seemed to be some restrictions, these soldier ghosts wandered around the door, and disappeared one by one...... (To be continued......)