MI6 people don't believe in evil, and after repeatedly confirming the address, they turned this dilapidated house upside down.

The result, of course, was nothing.

Well, it's not like they really didn't find nothing, because they did find a network cable in this house.

The house where the electricity is cut off, there is really a network cable, the kind that can be connected to the Internet.

Of course, this situation could not be abandoned, and MI6 agents led by Sconen scattered to the vicinity to investigate carefully.

Later that day, the CIA agent's private jet arrived at Dublin Airport and rushed to the coordinates.

They were also dressed as tourists, a couple and two brothers.

When driving to the target location, he did not stop, but drove by at a slow speed.

When they arrived, it was already night, and although the other houses around them were far apart, they were sporadically lit, and there was no light in this house, so they did not rush in.

In the distance, in the window of a homestay, two MI6 surveillance officers kept an eye on the room, and kept an eye on the passing car for a while, but did not pay attention again when they saw that it was just passing by.

The two sides searched the house without knowing each other.

After driving the car away, the C.I.A. agents finally decided to find a family hotel that had recently become popular in the area and ask about the situation, after all, the room didn't look like a person now.

Out of basic reverence for supernatural powers, he did not rush to this unknown situation.

The B&B I was looking for was opened by a family of four, with only 5 rooms in total, and I had already lived in two rooms, and after they booked two rooms, Reagan talked to the owner's uncle.

The uncle's name is Miso, and he is a talkative man.

"Why do you ask about that broken house?"

When talking about the dilapidated house, Uncle Miso was slightly surprised.

Reagan was stunned for a moment, and made a puzzled expression: "We just drove by, and found that the lights were on everywhere, but there was no light on over there, it looked like a haunted house or something, and I thought it was quite exciting, so I asked, what's the matter? Uncle Miso, and others asked?"

Miso listened to Reagan's explanation and nodded.

"Yes, old John runs a guesthouse like me, and when I was chatting at the bar today, I mentioned that some of his guests also asked him about the house. ”

Then Miso told Reagan with a serious expression.

"You'd better not mess with that house, it's not a haunted house, and there won't be any treasure, and if some local people know that you're disrespectful to that house, they'll settle accounts with you. ”

"Huh!?"

Misau's remarks suggest that someone else was in mind for the position, most likely British, but the latter remarks were more intriguing to Reagan.

"Why do the locals settle accounts with us?"

As he spoke, Reagan pulled out a cigarette case and handed Miso one.

"Hey, American cigarettes, I like it. ”

Smoking a cigarette, Miso told Reagan, who went by the pseudonym Solol, about some of the things he knew.

"Sorol, do you know Celtic mythology?"

Reagan, who had done a little homework on the fly, naturally didn't know anything, so he nodded.

"Know a little, but there are so many Celtic myths, I don't know which one you are referring to. ”

"Well, then do you know about druids and druidism?"

"I know that many movies and works with magical themes have borrowed from Celtic mythology. ”

Miso looked around and lowered her voice.

"There's a druid living in that room!"

"Oh, a Druidic monk?"

"No, it's a real druid, with the ability to talk to the gods!"

"What?"

Reagan let out a low sigh of surprise.

His performance made Miso happy.

Of course, no one has ever seen it, but the local Druids believe in it. ”

"In Celtic mythology, the Gudruid had magical powers that would certainly not be seen by ordinary people, but believe it or not, if you dared to offend that room at will, you would definitely be taught a lesson. ”

"They haven't been to that room with those old Johns?"

"Uh... I don't know about this, hehe, in fact, that house is such a saying, no one will look at a broken house all day long. ”

Miso snorted and prevaricated himself with a braggadocio.

After chatting with Meso, Reagan, who returned to the room, called the other three.

I recounted what I had learned, and found the location of Old John's family hotel through satellite positioning, and found that it also had a good view and could observe the room.

"There are other people watching there, most likely British, so we're going to focus on observation for now, James, you two take turns keeping vigil tonight, looking at the house with infrared telescopes from the window of your room, and we'll get in touch with the local druid church tomorrow. ”

It was night, and the people on both sides had done their own information understanding, and each quietly watched the room.

At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, something suddenly appeared in the infrared telescope to lift James's spirits, and he quietly woke up George, who was resting beside him.

The latter immediately stood up alertly.

"Is there a situation?"

"Well, you see. ”

George looked at the image in the infrared lens, and saw a hot humanoid walking towards the room, the normal human body temperature is about 37 degrees, and it appears red or pale red under the infrared lens.

In winter, it is blocked by clothes, and you can only see the color of your hands and head.

But the one in the picture, showing a high-heat crimson color, and a full-body portrait, is it an exhibitionist whose body temperature is far beyond that of ordinary people?

"I'm going to wake up Reagan and Lucy, and you're here to observe. ”

"Good. ”

In less than a minute, the four of them gathered, and the human figure in the infrared perspective had already entered the courtyard of the house.

"Could this be the legendary druid?"

Lucy muttered.

"Yet? Someone else! Is it the British?"

Two night-vision binoculars have observed four people quietly appearing in hidden locations.

"Reagan, are we going over?"

Reagan frowned.

"No, the British will definitely leave a backup observation post, we used to expose ourselves, and besides, I am afraid that what we are facing will not be simple, let them explore the way for us!"

。。。

Four British agents quietly lurked, looking at the robed figure who had walked to the courtyard of the dilapidated house not far away.

But the figure did not enter the house, but stood in the courtyard and looked at a large tree in the courtyard.

During the day they had seen the tree, an oak tree that looked quite old.

The man stood still for five minutes, and when the Englishman hesitated to go out and catch him, he spoke.

"Saloimman, when are you going to say hello to me?"

It was a language they had never heard before, but they were surprised that the British could understand it.

And they're thinking about it in their hearts.

Is he calling the tree?

When a few people were confused, the mutation was born.

A dark shadow flashed from the oak tree.

"Boom~"

The ground shook in the distance.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

It was like a large number of grenades suddenly exploded in the courtyard, and the dilapidated houses began to collapse.

The four men who had gone out from MI6 only felt the rubble and flying dirt slicing past their side and overhead, and the violent shaking of the ground made their bodies tingle.

The eager roar of a companion was heard in the headphones.

"Run, run, get away from that yard!"

A slow, gruff, but unusually violent roar emanated from the courtyard.

"Sa~La~So~You~This~A~Earth~Ball~of~Back~Traitor~~"

"There is still ~ face ~ come ~ see ~ me ~~~"

"Boom~~~"

The house collapsed, and huge oak trees rose from the ground, their branches waving like raging Titans!