"Relax!"

Looking at the somewhat nervous Owen, Sulu had to use arrogant words again to calm the other party down slightly.

"If that dry well is really suddenly generated and involves mystery... the physical filling method should be useless, but it may anger an existence and bring even more terrifying danger..."

Sulu analyzed to Owen: "I can give you some suggestions, first... move out."

"Of course, I will never dare to go back again." Owen nodded repeatedly.

"Then... you need to go to the police station, or if you have a way, ask for help from the Eleventh Bureau... Finally, donate a sum to the local Goddess of Light Church, hoping to spend the night there, or have the bishop hold a purification ceremony for you."

Sulu narrated calmly.

"Can this solve the problem?" Irving asked.

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

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

"No, I'm just... a occultist."

Sulu shrugged.

It is a taboo for any extraordinary person to rashly get involved in mysterious events beyond expectations.

Moreover, the help of his friendship with Irving is the limit, and he still has his own business to be busy with.

Su Lu would not admit that he envied and hated the other party's life in his heart.

‘Well… As a tenant, I will inform you directly to the Eleventh Bureau. I believe they will give priority to the treatment…perfect!’

This is not Sulu's cold-bloodedness.

Instead, it attaches importance to a "curse" in a dream.

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

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

...

Rory City East, Everglades.

Sulu changed into a hunter suit and carried a hunting rifle. Next to it was Margaret, who was dressed in deerskin boots in the same hunter.

The girl's expression was a little heavy, as if she was still recalling Owen's helplessness before.

Even Harlock's various performances could not make her expression slightly softer.

"Are you still thinking about the past?"

Sulu picked up the shotgun and aimed at a bird not far away, but did not pull the trigger.

"Yes... It turns out that the mysterious world is so dangerous. I probably understand why my grandfather has not come to see us anymore..." Margaret replied with a wry smile.

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

Sulu smiled: "When the incident of Irving is over, I will give you what you want, as a reward for your persistence..."

"Thank you, Mr. Sean, are we now preparing to hunt...a magical creature?"

Margaret looked at the surroundings and couldn't help but shivered.

"Yes, it is called 'Chickutal', with the wisdom and cruelty of a humanoid child, and is very vigilant..."

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

"Then... what should we do?" Margaret asked curiously, treating herself as an apprentice.

"It's very simple... find the other party's activity area, create a trap, and prepare the bait..."

Sulu answered without looking back.

"Traps and bait?"

Margaret looked at herself, then at the innocent Husky, and her face changed: "Sir... giggles... Have you said... Chikutal likes fresh flesh and blood? Especially spiritual?"

"Yes, so it prefers to attack humans!"

Sulu smiled, revealing her white teeth: "But...my bait is...it! To some extent...you are not as good as a dog!"

He pointed at Harlock.

The spirituality of extraordinary creatures is much higher than that of ordinary people.

‘Not as good as a dog!’

‘Not as good as a dog!’

'dog!'

Margaret felt a little dizzy. She had heard a lot of criticism in her life, but no sentence had ever complicated her mood like this.

‘I am not as good as a dog, it seems to be true. Harlock is very powerful and has extraordinary power!’

‘Because of this, I don’t have to be a bait anymore. This mood is so complicated…’

“Woo woo…”

Harlock's dog was shocked. It could understand Sulu's words, but it was too late to escape.

Sulu grabbed the dog leash: "Harlock... be brave. This time I succeed, I will leave Rory earlier, and you can return to Master Isaac."

Harlock raised his head, as if thinking, and then turned around.

Well, in order to return to the real master as soon as possible and get rid of this devil, it is going to fight.

If you win, you will have no regrets!

...

late at night.

The huge moon hung in the air, as if it was a hint of scarlet red.

Under the moonlight.

A woman came alone to the wilderness, outside the swamp, and built an "altar" with various spiritual materials.

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

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

Margaret looked around, her heart full of fear.

"Don't speak except chanting the mantra later..."

A thin and dense voice suddenly came into her ears: "I am right by your side, don't be afraid! Now... light the spice!"

Under his guidance, Margaret lit some spices tremblingly, and dripped in pure dew, creating a fragrant and sweet atmosphere.

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

Sulu made some changes to it, and ordinary people can also operate it, but the cost is that they consume a little more spiritual materials.

Moreover, the incinerated aroma is more flesh-and-blood-like and other plant elves such as "Flower Fairy", and the probability of summoning Chikutal is very high if it is nearby.

raging!

The flames kept burning and the fragrance overflowed, making Margaret swallow unconsciously.

A few meters away from her, you could hear a sound of silence. The creatures in the swamp were attracted, but at this time they were rejected by a force.

"Next, follow me to recite the mantra."

Sulu taught Margaret to chant in ancient Hebrew:

"In my name..."

"Summoning extraordinary creatures that linger in the swamp, fond of flesh and blood..."

"Borrow me the strength and I will return everything you want..."

...

The woman's difficult voice kept wandering in the swamp of night.

Da da! Da da da!

I don't know how long it has been, but when the fuel is about to burn out, Margaret suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.

She looked at the source of the sound and couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Chapter completed!