Chapter 233

"Relax!"

Looking at some neurotic Owen, Sulu had to use arrogant words again to make the other party slightly calm.

"If that dry well is really generated suddenly and involves mystery... The physical filling means should be useless. Instead, it may offend an existence and bring more terrible danger..."

Sulu analyzed for Owen: "I can give you some suggestions. First... Move out."

"Of course, I dare not go back." Owen nodded.

"Then... You need to go to the police station, or if you have access, directly ask the 11th Bureau for help... Finally, donate a sum of money to the local goddess of Light Church, hope to spend the night there, or let the bishop hold a purification ceremony for you."

Sulu narrated calmly.

"Can this solve the problem?" Asked Owen.

"If it's just a general supernatural event..." Sulu nodded.

"You must save me, you are a mystery!" Owen looked at Sulu in despair.

"No, I'm just... A mystery lover."

Sulu shrugged his shoulders.

It is the taboo of any extraordinary person to be rashly involved in mysterious events beyond expectation.

Moreover, the friendship with Owen is the limit. He has his own business to do.

Sulu would not admit that he envied and hated each other's Salted fish life in his heart.

"Well... As a tenant, I will directly inform the 11th Bureau of your situation. I believe they will give priority to... Perfect!"

This is not Sulu's cold blood.

But for a dream 'curse' attention.

If this is a supernatural event, it is very likely to involve the existence of the fourth level [evil spirit]!

Most of them have all kinds of strange and terrible abilities. When ordinary people encounter them, they only have eternal despair.

……

Rory City, East, Everglades.

Sulu changed into a hunter's suit and carried a shotgun. Next to her was Margaret dressed like a hunter and wearing deerskin boots.

The girl's expression was a little heavy and seemed to recall Owen's helplessness before.

Even harlock's performances could not soften her expression a little.

"Still thinking about what happened before?"

Sulu picked up his shotgun and aimed at a bird not far away, but didn't pull the trigger.

"Yes... It turns out that the mysterious world is so dangerous. I probably understand why grandpa hasn't come to see us..." Margaret replied with a bitter smile.

"But... You don't choose to give up."

Sulu smiled: "when Owen's incident is over, I will give you what you want in return for your persistence..."

"Thank you, Mr. Sean. Are we going to hunt... Magical creatures now?"

Margaret shivered as she looked around.

"Yes, it's called chikutar. It has the wisdom, ferocity and cunning of humanoid children, and has high vigilance..."

This is the information given by the saint. The other party has been wandering in the nearby area during this period, and there are records of attacking farms and livestock.

"So... What should we do?" Asked Marguerite curiously, thinking of herself as an apprentice.

"It's very simple... Find each other's activity area, create a trap and prepare bait..."

Sulu answered without looking back.

"Traps and bait?"

Margaret looked at herself, then at the innocent husky, and her face changed: "sir... Cluck... You said... Chicutar likes fresh blood and meat? Especially spiritual?"

"Yes, so it prefers to attack humans!"

Sulu smiled, showing his white teeth: "but... My bait is... It! In a way... You're not as good as a dog!"

He pointed to harlock.

The spirit of extraordinary creatures is much higher than that of ordinary people

"Not as good as a dog!"

"Not as good as a dog!"

"Dog!"

Marguerite felt a little dizzy. She had heard a lot of criticism in her life, but she had never been so complicated.

"It seems to be true that I am not as good as a dog. Harlock is very powerful and has extraordinary power!"

"That's why I don't have to be a bait. This mood... Is really complicated..."

"Wuwu..."

Harlock's face was startled. He understood Sulu's words, but it was too late to escape.

Sulu grabbed the dog rope and said, "harlock... Be brave. With this success, I will leave Rory earlier and you can return to the master of Isaac."

Harlock raised his head, as if thinking, and immediately turned in circles.

Well, in order to return to the real owner as soon as possible and get rid of the devil, it has to fight.

If you win, the dog will have no regrets!

……

Late at night.

The huge moon hung in the sky, as if with a trace of scarlet.

Under the moonlight.

Alone, a woman came to the wilderness and the periphery of the swamp to build an 'Altar' with various spiritual materials.

In the center of the altar, there is a husky, which is tied up and placed in a "wood" shape. The dog's face is full of helplessness.

"Shaw... Mr. Sean... What should I do next?"

Margaret looked around, filled with fear.

"Don't speak until you recite the mantra..."

A thin voice suddenly came into her ear: "I'm right beside you, don't be afraid! Now... Light the spices!"

Under his guidance, Margaret cautiously lit some spices and dropped pure dew to create a fragrant and sweet smell.

This is indeed a ritual. In ancient times, 'witches' liked to use it to summon magical creatures wandering in the wild and sign contracts with each other.

Sulu changed it a little, and ordinary people can also operate it, at the cost of consuming more spiritual materials.

Moreover, the aroma of burning and the materials used are biased towards flesh and blood, which ensures that it will not attract plant elves such as' flower goblins', and the probability of summoning chikutar is high - if it is nearby.

Bear!

The flame kept burning and the aroma overflowed, which made Marguerite swallow her saliva unconsciously.

A few meters away from her, you can hear the sound of sissuo. It is that the creatures in the swamp are attracted, but at this time, they are rejected by a force.

"Next, follow me to recite the mantra."

Sulu taught Margaret to recite in ancient Hebrew:

"In my name..."

"Summon extraordinary creatures wandering in the swamp and loving flesh and blood..."

"With my strength, I will return everything you want..."

……

The voice of a woman's mouth lingers in the swamp of the night.

Dada! Dada!

I don't know how long ago, when the fuel was about to burn out, Margaret suddenly heard the sound of horses' hoofs.

She looked at the sound source and couldn't help covering her mouth.

It was a horse shaped creature with four claws and blood red color, walking flat in the terrible swamp.