The remote streets are deserted, with street lights, benches, fire hydrants, and dirty walls full of graffiti.

"Damn old Kobe, why don't you do it yourself if you think it's not good? I, Fark, your mother..."

A young chef apprentice walked out of the back door of the hotel. He was wearing a white hat carrying two bulging plastic bags and walked towards the trash can not far away, cursing.

After throwing the object in his hand into the bucket with disgust, he did not rush to leave, but instead lit a cigarette in place and began to suck the clouds and fog.

After a while, he barked his teeth until there was a urging sound in the back door, and spitted a mouthful of phlegm in the trash can. Then he snatched the cigarette in his hand and turned back unwillingly.

After he disappeared, two sloppy homeless men immediately rushed out of the alley that was not noticed in the distance. One was bearded and the other was thin. They were wearing thick and dirty gray coats and quickly ran to the trash can and began to look for them.

“What will be today?”

"I don't know, maybe it's toast bread?"

"That's actually pretty good." The bearded man muttered while searching: "I have to thank Katrina. Old Kobe's restaurant has not had so many customers during this period, so it's cheaper for us."

"You should curse it, don't forget how our house is gone."

"That broken house, I think--hell, I touched the shit!"

"Little Stephen knows that we come to make leftovers every day, and he must have done it on purpose, that bitch-raising dog bastard..."

...

The two homeless men cursed and searched for a while, then quickly returned to the hiding alley with their own spoils, then sat down on the ground, leaned against the wall and started eating.

"I can only say that Old Kobe's craftsmanship in making burgers has a bit of a regression." In the middle of the wolf, the bearded tramp who had wiped his hands dirty things and complained while eating.

"The beef is only a little cooked and can't chew it at all, and he has too many onions..."

"Some of them are good to eat." His companion responded vaguely, and the feeling of filling his mouth with food made him quite satisfied. However, as he chewed, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

My companions around me have always been talkative, why did they lose their voice after saying that sentence?

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at it, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"Blair, Blair, what's wrong with you!?"

He asked and shook his swaying, and saw that the bearded homeless man had a purple face at this moment, and he covered his neck and rolled his eyes!

The situation was obviously choking.

The thin homeless man started to take out first aid measures, but he didn't know whether it was unlucky or insufficient skills. He was busy for a long time and his companions did not improve at all. In the end, he had to take out his broken cell phone in his pocket and endured the pain and started hitting 911.

Unfortunately, just when he was calling, the homeless man at his feet kicked his legs and was suffocated to death. His eyes were staring at the sky with a breathless face, his face was blue and purple, and there were still residues of the burger in his mouth.

After the thin homeless man noticed this after calling, he couldn't help but feel desperate. He knelt on the ground and couldn't help but pat his companion's cheeks, looking sad and angry, as if he couldn't believe it. However, at this moment, the companion's body was lying quietly in place, which was an unchangeable fact.

"Well, Blair, maybe you won't be hungry after you go to heaven."

Finally, he murmured as he drew a cross on his chest, raised his hand to stroke his companion's eyelids, but as soon as he withdrew his hand, he suddenly became stunned and then stood there on the spot.

Just in front of him, a gray mist suddenly floated out from the ground, rippling and rippling, gradually rising and forming a human figure emitting gray mist.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the homeless man, the hazy human-shaped gray mist suddenly became solid and solid!

The mist was rippling, and a cold feeling came to his face. A young man wearing black leather shoes and black suit appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?" asked the homeless man kneeling in front of his companion.

Without a response, the young man showed up and just looked around, then glanced at them, and then walked away from the place.

However, he could leave, but the gray mist that made him appear did not dissipate. Instead, after rippling in place for a while, it suddenly gathered into the nostrils of the dead homeless man. Then, under the shocked gaze of the thin homeless man, his companion, who had been choked to death, suddenly had a violent chest fluctuation, and at the same time turned around and vomited heavily.

"Blair?"

The homeless man was a little stunned when he saw this and then ecstatic: "You are not dead? That's great!"

His face was excited and he hurriedly raised his hand to help his companions pat his back, looking glad and joyful.

Unfortunately, he did not notice that the gray eyes flashed in his companion facing the ground.

...

Kill a large number of creatures to sacrifice and die, and then under the action of the death order of this world, the sacrificer is instantly "pulled" to the scene where he wants to go to the place where he wants to die. This is basically the operating rule of long-distance transmission.

However, after the teleportation was completed, the aura of death that the sacrificers had restrained did not dissipate.

Charles didn't know that he had accidentally created a living zombie. After walking out of the alley, he was walking on a remote street, sending a message to a witch in the address book as he walked.

But after not responding for a long time, Charles ignored it.

The city of New Orleans was a strange place to him, so after he arrived here, he didn't walk around, and attracted a taxi and got in.

"Robi Jox Girls' College." He said to the driver in the driver's seat.

"It's the mansion on West Shu Street?" the black driver turned his head and asked, and Charles nodded.

So I heard the other party say hell.

"I heard that the women in that mansion are very powerful and very rich. Oh, I also heard that there is haunted there, but this is not surprising. The place is already very erratic and is close to the suburbs."

He started the vehicle and turned around and left while nagging.

...

The tall buildings on both sides are bright. For some reason, the city looks deserted everywhere. Yellow taxis are speeding all the way, and there are basically no traffic jams.

Along the way, the black driver kept talking, and Charles listened quietly, and was mainly thinking about the purpose of coming to this city.

...

"Are you interested in pagan gods? Then I suggest you go to Louisiana during this period, and many pagan gods are running there recently." Gabriel's words floated by his mind.

"I heard that it was to encircle the Lord Luo Ya of the Vodou Sect, and I don't know why he caused public anger. If I hadn't had time, I would have wanted to go around."

...

If the rest of the city is deserted, then the street where the Witch Academy is located is basically deserted. The leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides are yellow and yellow, the road is deserted, and a row of luxurious villas and manors are neatly arranged. After taxis arrive, he didn't even see a living person.

This is like a ghost street.

But this is indeed Charles' destination - the witch once told him the detailed address, and it is correct here.

Paying to get off the car, Charles looked at the white two-story villa behind the fence, and then looked at the college sign hanging on the left side of the door-Robi Jox Women's College.

As I stepped closer, I rang the doorbell, and with a crisp sound, I saw the closed door suddenly being pushed open.

"One more! Damn it, I can't stand it anymore! Maybe Cordelia, you should consider hiring more servants. There is only one mute in such a big place. Is there no money? I can sponsor you if I don't have money!"

A pleasant voice came into my ears, and a beautiful woman in a black suspender tight skirt walked out in high heels with displeasure.

She had originally looked impatient, but after seeing the person standing at the door, she was stunned for a moment, but her expression eased.

Then she slowed down and swayed over as a ladylike step, and her expression became quite subtle.

"Who are you looking for?"

This guy seemed to have just twisted his feet, so he was a little uncomfortable when walking.

However, Charles did not look at it much. The Eye of Real reminded that there was indeed a witch in front of him, so he spoke: "Fiona Good."
Chapter completed!