By the time Old Bobby arrived at the bar, Charles and the other two had completely cleaned up all the broken glass in the bar and reinforced the walls and floors.

However, the fooling project seems to be ineffective, and it is difficult to ensure that there will be danger here after being attacked by a demon. So after the discussion, the mother and daughter decided to temporarily hide in Bobby's place for a while.

So this roadside bar has a sign that is suspended.

Of course, before leaving, they naturally could not forget the computer expert, so the sloppy young man who had not seen for a long time also joined the "travel".

"The charger in Fast and Furious? So cool."

Sitting in the unwelcome co-pilot, the young man with long hair commented so, then turned around and looked behind him in wonder. "Strange, are you crowding behind to keep warm? Why isn't anyone sitting in the co-pilot?"

"Uncle Bobby said..." Qiao was about to answer, but was signaled by his mother Ellen's eyes.

So she kept silent.

This made Arthur seem confused, but he didn't care too much. Instead, he was curious about everything in the car.

However, after arriving at his destination, his curiosity quietly disappeared.

"It's so exciting, I...well..." Arthur's legs trembled, his mouth trembling, and he looked back at the black muscle car with lingering fear.

...

The bar incident came to an end for the time being. Although an angel appeared in the end, the process was roughly no different from what was expected.

After killing two demons and understanding the demon's invasion plan, Shire's spiritual body also grew a lot.

"Burn another head to death, it should grow to three meters." In the dark night, standing at the intersection of the wilderness, Charles murmured secretly.

His current unique growth is definitely different from the promotion of spiritual bodies in the main world, but it is also a spiritual improvement.

Of course, his magic effect will also be enhanced after his spirituality is improved.

At present, the effect of his casting is much stronger than the beginning. At the same time, Charles felt that if his spirit body was strengthened a little more, a new change seemed to appear.

What kind of changes?

He didn't know, it was just a feeling.

In other words, the prediction of the talent of fate has a faint effect.

So, on the night he returned from the roadside bar, tonight, he was ready to fill the gap.

Under the dark night with bright moonlight and starry sky, there is a newly dug hole in front of you. In your hand is an iron box containing all kinds of weird items.

Looking at the busy young man squatting on the ground, the black-haired beauty standing next to him quietly said helplessly: "Maybe you have forgotten one thing."

"I have a good memory." Charles responded while counting the objects in the iron box, his tone was a little perfunctory.

He can ignore this follower next to him in the past two days.

"But you forgot our competition." The other party whispered: "Time is approaching, and it will probably be too late if you don't leave."

Upon hearing this, Charles looked up at her and said, "Why should I compete with you?"

"Don't you want to solve my problem?"

"I don't want to," Charles said helplessly, "Everyone is not young, so don't fool people with such tricks of fooling children. I'm very annoyed by following the crowd and have a little need for the soul, but I don't want to be fooled."

"And, I have more important things to do now." As he said that, he had already put the iron box in his hand into the pit and buried it. Then he ignored the slightly embarrassed female god of death, stood up, lowered his head and stared at the newly buried pit at his feet to calm down.

The difficult-to-mouthed Latin spell emerged from his mouth, and the sound of insects seemed to be slightly weakened in the quiet surroundings.

It is obvious that Charles is preparing to summon the demon at this moment.

The two newly killed demons could not satisfy him, so after collecting all the materials from Ellen, Charles, who returned to the new home, began to prepare for the summoning.

He is the only one around, which seems to be quite arrogant. But in fact, Charles has taken into account many of the risks.

I learned from the previous "hostage" that the trading demons can teleport and think about motivation, and it is probably necessary to have the huge power of the demons, which is actually very difficult to deal with. However, Charles has the final trump card - using an jewelry in the main world, he can also escape danger in an instant.

Adding to the powerful angel feather, he had nothing to worry about.

At the same time, hunting such a demon does not require many people. You only need to lead it into a trap and it is useless if you succeed.

That's why he came to this wilderness alone at this moment - not the female god of death who quietly left because of the beginning of the ceremony.

Considering many situations, he felt that there should be no accidents in this hunt, but things always fail to happen.

Under the cumbersome and brief spells, his summoning ceremony was successfully completed, but the figure that appeared was somewhat beyond Charles' expectations.

...

"Hello, Charles."

The visitor raised his hand and greeted Charles.

She was wearing a black coat and a middle-aged uncle's face. She looked slightly round and had thin hair.

Isn't it the one Crowley who has seen not long ago?

Seeing Charles being slightly stunned, the middle-aged demon standing not far away asked with a smile: "Nothing to be surprised. You are our special client. Of course, I, the king of the intersection, need to be personally received by me... Okay, kid, back to the topic, is there anything you need?"

"Nothing." Charles sighed. "It's just a pity. I also want to have a affectionate kiss with a female demon."

"Well, about this... Actually, there are very few females in the trading demons, so you know."

He said, raising his eyes and raising his eyebrows.

"Wow, look at what I found? Demon trap? Are the customers starting to be dissatisfied with our service? It's really sad..."

Speaking of sadness, his expression on his face did not change at all. He glanced at the ground where the hidden trap was buried, and did not take it seriously. Instead, he changed the subject with interest.

"What is the result of the battle?"

"Kill two." Shire replied, slightly helpless about the failed hunt tonight.

"two?"

"Yes, the rest is called angel and captured."

After these words, the other party's face finally changed: "Ange? Why are there angels?"

"However," answered Charles, "but obviously, your door opening plan has been discovered in advance."

"Yes, this is really bad news." Crowley sighed, but his expression did not look sad, but instead there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Shire didn't know why this person wanted to destroy the yellow-eyed demon's plan, but after all, internal struggles are inevitable. He was not interested in this, but instead cared about another issue.

"As you just mean, if I use this method of summoning in the future, I will only get you out?"

"Of course." Crowley replied with a smile: "This is VIP-level treatment. The last person who has such treatment is a lunatic from an underground organization in the UK. Although his mind is not very normal, he is a real upper class."

"That's a great honor," Shire replied indifferently.

Hunting an ordinary trading demon is still a success. Facing the trading demon leader who looks very cunning at first sight, the difficulty seems to be rising sharply.

His appearance made Crowley think, but he didn't think about it much, but instead asked another question: "How does it feel to ride a nightmare beast?"

"not bad."

"Of course it's good. Even downstairs, that little cutie is a rare item." Crowley said, sighing, "But how should you feed it?... By the way, I forgot to say that if you don't eat for a long time, the Nightmare Beast will become weaker and weaker."

"Eat?" Charles frowned when he heard this.

"Of course, you won't really treat it as a car, right?" Crowley said seriously: "It's picky and ward off. Nightmare beasts have special requirements for food. As far as I know, the human world can't find anything it can eat. Unfortunately, the little baby, the chance of starving to death after leaving hell is really high... How about we make another deal?"

Obviously, when this guy first started trading that car, he thought that Charle had no anger about it - he never expected a demon to have the so-called integrity.

So the young man asked curiously: "What kind of transaction is it?"

"You help me with something, I will provide you with food."

"Do work..." Charles touched his chin and suddenly said, "It's better to do this. You provide me with food, and I'm considering not killing your men."

These words made Crowley froze: "What does it mean?"

Shire glanced at the demon trap hidden not far away: "Did you see the surrounding environment? What do you think?"

“It seems that VIP customers are not that friendly to our senses…”

"Actually it's okay, but that's not the point. You said that if I keep using this to summon demons, how many of your subordinates do you think are enough for me to kill?"

This made the middle-aged demon blink, "Don't mess around, what's the benefit of this for you."

"The benefits are great," answered Charles.

Crowley sighed when he heard this: "Then I can only close the Hell's request for transactions to you."

"Oh? What if I ask someone to summon it? From time to time, from all over the world." As he said, he smiled unconsciously: "You can't tell who really wants to trade and who has other plans, right?"

"Or might as well not respond?"

"That loss is probably not small."

...

At the end of hearing, the middle-aged demon forced a smile: "You made it difficult for me to do it, child."

"What? Want to do it?" Seeing that his face was strange, Charles couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, then took out a feather that emitted bright white light from his pocket, held it in his hand and gestured.

"Produced by Paradise, how powerful do you think this thing is? I'm very curious anyway..."

As he said, he suddenly found that the middle-aged uncle was no longer visible across the street, so he quickly turned around and glanced around.

There was no other person behind, left and right.

"Running?" Shire couldn't help but speechless, then looked down at the feathers in his hand and whispered: "Is this thing so powerful?"

"This is the shoulder feather of an elite angel." A gentle voice answered his question: "It is precious, and the power inside it is particularly restraining the demon."

These words made Charles think, but without thinking about it, after taking back the feather, he turned to look at the female god of death that appeared again.

"Come to find me again, what is your purpose?"

"Compet." The female god of death replied.

"Competition? Forget it," Charle rolled his eyes, then thought for a while, and said, "But if you can provide me with some information, I don't mind easeing up with you."

"What information?" asked the female god of death.
Chapter completed!