In front of the yard of the house on the edge of Neifu Town, a Dodge War Horse 1969 was quietly parked in front of the door.

The dark body shines brightly in the sun, and the smooth and classic shape is full of lines. The angular front face lower left corner, the line of cool chargers looks particularly elegant against the overall model.

It attracted the attention of passers-by.

This car is probably a classic in the minds of some car fans, but in Charles' eyes it is a "classic car" with a somewhat similar shape to the two Impala of the Winchester brothers.

"Why is a car?" Shire asked with a frown when he stood in front of the car.

"This is not an ordinary car." Crowley, who was standing not far away, grinned: "Nightmare beast, the top mount of hell, is the best choice for exchange for the hellhound. In fact, my boss thinks this transaction is a loss, so I tried my best to persuade her. So, no thanks."

Shire didn't comment on his words, and he naturally wouldn't know that the car was not ordinary.

The Eye of Real is now showing the specific information about this thing.

[Nightmare beast, a special species of hell, it is between 300-500 years old]

【It is in its childhood, and it has the special talent to spread panic and create nightmares】

【It is currently hibernating】

...

He knew clearly what this thing was, but Charles was still puzzled about it.

"Why is a car?" he asked again.

The trading demon who stood far away because of Charles' talent was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

"Wow, this question is good."

He shrugged: "Why can the majestic demons be possessed by humans? There are also ghouls, soul-eating monsters, lamp gods, angels, and even all kinds of monsters. How can they all look like humans?"

"Because it can only appear in human bodies?" Shire asked tentatively. The other party nodded.

"Why?"

"That's the only thing I know," Crowley snorted, raising his hand to shook Shire a key.

"Hold it, this is the little cute saddle. Without it, people will not pay attention to you. There is also a spell on it. After reciting it, you can start "riding" it; warm reminder, be careful not to be thrown away."

He said that he was not afraid that Char would regret it after getting the key. In fact, the paper contract is different from the normal contract. Since signing the contract, the two have been restricted by some force. Violating the contract will be severely backfired.

But Crowley would not have thought that even if Charles violated the contract, the price he would probably pay would not be much.

He took the key and looked at it. The real eye prompted that there was no abnormality, so Charles took out the card from his pocket and threw it over.

The other party raised his hand to take it, and when he looked carefully, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, he did not release the hellhound immediately, but put it in his pocket.

“Want to study?”

Charles guessed the other party's thoughts, but he didn't care about it.

That thing is not that easy to study. Although Charles can make cards, he still doesn't understand the materials and reasons for the cards.

He, the master, couldn't understand. He didn't believe that others could figure out what they could do - unless the other party was some master of the main world.

Disregarding this, Charles took the key and whispered a few Latin words to it, and the key in his hand slowly dissipated.

At the same time, the Dodge 1969 behind him suddenly trembled, and the roar of the engine was extremely harsh as soon as it sounded.

The sound was definitely not something that the vehicle could make, hoarse and weird, as if the grimacing beasts were hissing.

It had just "awakened" and might be resisting or demonstrating, but after a few roars, the fire was turned off again.

This made the middle-aged demon standing in the distance quite suspicious.

"Why is this bastard so honest?"

This is a problem, but he felt relieved when he got close to this young man.

But when he saw Charles get into the car without any obstacles and start the vehicle and move forward slowly, his eyes widen again.

"Damn, he wasn't affected?"

"How is this possible? Even the demon can't ignore it, how can he bear it..."

"Damn it, I lost money!"

...

The middle-aged uncle was on the spot and his face turned dark, while Charles drove the car slowly on the streets of the town.

While moving, a fiery red ram head icon in the center of the steering wheel in his hand turned as he turned. The speedometer, fuel consumption meter, etc. were basically the same as that of a normal vehicle, but the real eye kept reminding him that he was being influenced by the talent ability of the Nightmare Beast.

Fear, hypnosis and dreaming.

That talent seemed very special, but he had the ring of resentful spirits. Shire was basically immune to it - no matter how special or weird it was, it was a spirit attack. No matter how strange the attack method was, the ring was.

The speed of the car under him was very low, but the roar of the engine was still full of power. Perhaps because it was always baking the Charles talent, the sound emitted inexplicably seemed crazy, which made the passers-by in the town frown when they heard it - the Sun Son's talent is not whether you are an enemy or a "friendly army".

However, under all circumstances, no matter how crazy it is, it cannot escape from Shire's control and always appears honest. In short, this car may seem full of rebelliousness and terror to others or demons, but in Shire's hands, it is just a "good baby".

"It just needs to consume resentment continuously..."

Striking the accelerator lightly, Charles pondered this question.

Although the consumption is not very large, if it continues, then this car will obviously not be used. After all, no one can stand it after a long time.

However, just as this thought flashed, the Eye of Real reminded that the unique power influence disappeared quietly, accompanied by the slightly low echo of the engine.

"Is this surrender?" Shire, who was holding the steering wheel, was quite surprised by this, and then sighed regretfully.

"It's a pity that you can control it, I can't put away my talent... I hope I won't burn you to death."

Muttering, after driving this "war horse" around the town, he slowly returned to his original place.

The middle-aged uncle Crowley was still standing at the edge of the street in front of the house. After Charles pushed the door and got out of the car, he could not help but take a step back as soon as he approached.

"Although you're sexy, I still want to keep away from me. Well, don't get me wrong, literally, that kind of thing, doesn't mean anything else."

The other party always speaks strangely, as if he is a gay man, but Charles doesn't care about his personal habits. After glanced at the other party, he asked casually: "Do you look bad?"

"It's all human bodies. I'm worried about hemorrhoids recently." Crowley replied as usual, and then he narrowed his eyes after seeing that Charles had no objection.

"It seems that this transaction has made both of you and me very satisfied. But as a kind demon merchant, I will give you an additional message."

"Asazel's three men are rushing to a dilapidated bar, trying to kill a cute little girl who is pursuing his actions."

He said, looking at Charle's expression in secret, and then said seriously: "Look, I am a sincere crossroads demon, and I hope to cooperate often in the future."

"You are indeed not bad." Charles nodded, then looked at him with pity: "It's a pity that he is a bald man."

"Bald? Child, this is a sign of success. You really don't know how to appreciate it."

The middle-aged demon sighed, and then without waiting for Charles to respond, he snapped his fingers and decisively left.

Only the young man was left with the black that had been extinguished.

The surroundings were quiet, and Charles fell into thought.

He believed Crowley's words just now.

Although I don't know why I told myself this message, there is no need for the other party to lie to me.

Because this is of no benefit other than wasting his time.

"Then...the devil attack?" Shire pondered.

Whether it is the help of the mother and daughter, or his target of hunting the demons, it seems that it is necessary to go there now.

"But before that..."

Thinking about it, he got into the car without any keys, and he held his hands on the steering wheel, and the sound of the engine ignition sounded.
Chapter completed!