Several vehicles were parked quietly in the open space in front of the bar. The silver-white moon hanging high above was blocked by gray and black clouds. Under the dark light, the fields were deserted, and the surrounding insects and birds were quietly hidden away.

The night outside the window was silent, but it was surging. The hellhound made of black fog was wandering at the door for a long time, and finally began to look for loopholes around the entire bar.

However, the hunters in the bar were already fully prepared for this. All the boundaries of the entire house were surrounded by dead fans mixed with ashes mixed with cemetery soil. It could not take advantage of the loopholes. However, the dog was obviously unwilling to accept this.

The hellhound with black smoke was strolling by the window. A pair of scarlet eyes swept the window fiercely, but Charles did not stay - the window was originally a weakness, so it had been welded to death by hunters with iron bars before, with only a little gap.

Silently patrolling around, the appearance that seemed to explode at any time made Charles unable to help but raise his eyebrows, but he was not on this now, but he cared about another figure not far from the Hellhound.

A dry bone figure made of smoke was slowly floating after discovering that Charles looked at it.

[The messenger of death responsible for guiding human souls, special spirits]

【Its existence is very ancient】

【It is slightly hostile to you】

...

Because of the magic effect, the hazy and obscure vision magically saw the smoke and bones clearly. The real eye prompt floated by, which made Charles understand what this thing was now.

"The Messenger of Death? Is the God of Death in Winchester's mouth?"

He touched his chin, feeling a little unaware of this name.

However, it did not make him think for long. The smoke man who had already floated to the window completely ignored the blockade of the dead fans in the bar and came to Shire through the wall.

The ribs are shrouded in gray mist, and the "long hair" fluttering smoke man emits bright light all over his body. His translucent appearance makes it very consistent with the positioning of the ghost, and it also looks very ugly and terrifying.

However, this impression did not last long. Under Charles' vigilant gaze, the smoke man who came to him slowly sat on the chair opposite him.

As it took its seat, the ghost's whole body suddenly twisted and rippled. Not long after, a beautiful girl with short black hair appeared.

The same charcoal-black hair as Charles looks quite friendly, and her delicate and beautiful facial features also make her very charming. However, if you look closely, you will find that her seemingly light blue eyes are actually completely made of gray, which contains coldness and indifference, and looks full of weirdness.

Coupled with the horrorous image of this person before, Charles felt that unless the sperm was on the brain, no one would have any interest in this "great beauty".

When Charles looked at her, the other party also stared at Charles with his faint eyes, expressionless and without blinking. The waves of hostility were obviously noticeable.

The people around did not notice the appearance of this special spirit. In fact, the bar is now quite chaotic. The hellhound saw that there was no gap and had already stepped back to the gate and began to attack hard. The faint roar that broke the obstacles between the spirit and the body made all the hunters nervous.

The bar door was hit and kept emitting a collision sound, and the tightly inserted door latch was also bumped and shaken one after another, but in fact, the attack of the Hellhound was limited to this.

Its original attack might be powerful, but it was blocked by the blocking line composed of black powder on the ground of the gate, so that the attack that should have been violently seemed no different from a real dog hitting a wall.

So the situation was chaotic, but it was not a big deal for a while.

The hunters were somewhat relieved.

The "beautiful girl" sitting opposite Shire finally spoke after staring at him for a long time.

"The necromancer is not allowed to use his soul to interfere with reality, but you have broken the rules."

The sound she spits out looks strange, gentle and delicate, and despite the slightest in it, it still sounds very comfortable.

Unfortunately, Charles doesn't eat this set.

"So, who are you?"

Relying on the Eye of Reality, Charles actually knew what this person was. But he was surprised by accusing him without saying anything.

These words seemed to surprise the other party. "Don't you know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

...

Without a response, the black-haired girl stared at Charles and looked like she wanted to tell whether he was lying, but Charles was very calm about it.

He really doesn't know some strange things in this world, nor does he know what the so-called rules are.

So it seemed very quiet for a moment.

The surroundings are still very messy at this moment.

The sound of the helldog hitting the door was pounding and roaring one after another. Judging from the shaky appearance, the bar door seemed to not last long.

But this did not attract much attention from Charles, or he was guarding against the person in front of him at this time, for fear that he would start a sudden attack.

Not long after, the other party finally spoke again.

"We are the administrators of human death. We are responsible for the deaths in every country, every city, and every town, maintain the order of death, attract new souls, and help them to their respective places."

Charles had learned from the Winchester brothers that there was such a "thing" there, so he was not too surprised, but this was the first time he saw it now.

"So you are the head of Lincoln?"

"No, I don't belong here." The black-haired girl said, her light gray eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm here only for you."

"Because I fouled?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." The other party nodded: "In Philadelphia, you killed a few people who shouldn't have died and saved several people who shouldn't have died."

"Doesn't you mean an apartment resident?"

"Apartment resident? I mean bank staff." said the brunette girl: "They should have died when the robbers robbed, but you took those people out in advance."

“…”

Charles felt that he had taken the blame for something that was not bad, so he didn't know what to say for a while, but after a while, he frowned and said, "Why do I think this is a good thing?"

"Good thing?" The black-haired girl snorted coldly when she heard this: "How could it be a good thing? How many accidents will they cause when they continue to live? You don't understand at all. A meeting, a phone call, or even a look will cause a series of chain reactions, bringing everything into unknown encounters."

"I'm really sorry." Charles curled his lips: "But who asked them to come here on their own initiative?"

"What about Gordon Blair?" The black-haired girl obviously knew Shire's "crime". She asked after hearing this: "Just because of his running around, a farmer mistakenly thought someone broke in, so she called the police, causing the police line to be occupied, causing a person who should not have died in a house robbery in Lincoln."

Shire blinked, a little speechless about it. "Maybe you should go to the US government to give advice."

The black-haired girl sighed when she heard this, as if she was "angry and not fighting", then looked at Charles, and said seriously: "The necromancer does not allow the soul to be used to interfere in reality again. This is the rule we have already set, but you have broken the rules!"

"So, what do you want to do? Get ready to do it?"

"We are not allowed to interfere in anything except death." The black-haired girl said, looking at Charles quietly with her light gray eyes, and she spoke in her strange and gentle voice.

"But I will always stare at you, believe me, no necromancer can fight with Death for souls. Your spell won't work again."

"Everything in the world should have its corresponding operating rules. If you break the rules, this is punishment. So I'm sorry, until I find that you have repentance, otherwise I will not leave."

As she said that, she glanced at Charles for the last time, then turned into a spirit body and floated out of the bar again. Then she quietly "stand" in the open space in front of the bar, staring at Charles for a moment.

If she had watched the same way she had just watched, Charles might have felt better, but now she looks really terrifying...

After looking at the other party for a few glances, Charles finally retracted his gaze. Thinking that there would be such a thing around him staring at him in the future, he felt a little tooth pain, not to mention that this person also said he wanted to destroy his spell casting...

"It depends on whether you have the ability." After touching your chin, Charu thought of another sentence.

"Everything in the world should have its corresponding operating rules?"

He frowned as he murmured this sentence.

If everything in this world really has rules to follow, then I, an outsider, is obviously a kind of destructive existence and obviously cannot be accommodated by the inherent world.

And the fact seems to be the same. He didn't do anything "extraordinary" when he came here, and ended up causing a series of trouble...

Thinking of it, Charles suddenly felt that the pocket of the jeans was a little abnormal.

He was stunned for a moment, remembering what he had in his pocket, so he hurriedly reached in and took it out. Then he found that the two lines of words originally written on the note written to him had become another passage.

"Bad rules!"

Watching the lines for a long time, Charles was speechless.

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