"The door can't bear it anymore!"

"Quick, put the table on!"

"Add some dead fans?"

"It doesn't work, the table is too light, hurry up and find something else!"

"Hey, Charles, come and help!"

...

The hunters were busy at the door of the bar, and were extremely nervous about the door that was about to be "stolen". After using their bodies to block the door with their bodies against the table, Dean shouted at Charles, who was dazed not far away.

The contemplative Charles was woken up by his words. After taking a look at the seemingly ordinary note in his hand, he hesitated for a moment and finally put it back into his pocket. Then he looked down the blocked window beside him.

The hellhound that was rushing wildly at the door came into his eyes again.

The wooden door of the bar that was hit hard by force kept falling down, and the creaking sounds rang out one after another. Obviously, the door couldn't last long.

So Charles, who was sitting in the window, purified him through the window.

The sacred and majestic spells were still obvious under the noise around them. People could then see through the cracks of the door where the holes appeared when they were scratched. White light flashed outside, and sharp screams followed. The door that was constantly shaking quieted down.

This situation made many hunters in the bar breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Charles, who was originally sitting leisurely at the window, stood up directly and then left his seat in a hurry.

He slipped quickly, and just as Charles came to the bar, a sudden sound of bumping sound from where he was sitting, and a crazier snarling roar came out.

"what happened?"

Looking at Charles walking over, Qiao at the bar asked hurriedly.

"Obviously I got it upset," Charles replied, then looked at the baseball cap seeker who was surrounded by hunters in the back room of the bar.

"I don't think you can save him, maybe you will have a few lives."

He said this rather rudely, and the people around him could not help but look at each other. However, they did not give up, but instead tightened the guns in their hands.

In response, Charles shook his head, speechless at these people's stubbornness.

His purification spell just touched the hellhound and was extinguished directly. Judging from the dog's behavior at this time, it may cause great pain to the other party, but his lively appearance clearly proved that it did not "lose much blood" at all.

His spell is invalid. What effect can these people's salt bombs have at present?

"You don't seem to care about Sean's life or death?" Joe, who was standing in front of the bar, pointed a shotgun at the window, tilted his head and looked at him, his voice pressing low.

"Why should I care about him?" Shire asked back.

"Don't hunters help others? Isn't that the case when you were in your hometown?"

"That scorer."

Upon hearing this, Charles curled his lips: "Your behavior is like helping a skinny dog ​​who owe money and refuses to pay it back. It's unreasonable."

"I think this is not good, but that's a devil." Qiao frowned and responded.

"A normal transaction, you are willing to do it. If the demon deceives him, it would be considered unfair," said Charles. "But do you think that this transaction will be discounted if it can make him the vice president of the Detroit chapter of the Architects Association?"

"Vice President? How did you know?" Qiao looked surprised.

"He's very famous, I took the time to search for Google." Charles shrugged. "Also, your computer is obviously poisoned and it's so stuck."

This made the other party want to roll his eyes, but in the end Joe just sighed.

"Don't change the subject, you should help us."

"You saw it too, the spell is invalid."

"If you can seal the Hellhound..."

"Can it work, not to mention my seal must touch the target." Charles said: "Do you think this dog is the kind of Chihuahua that lets you touch your head?"

Qiao Moran turned his head and looked at the window, and his hand holding the shotgun tightened, obviously not going to give up.

Seeing this, Charles sighed, and then reached out and touched her with his thumb in Qiao's blank gaze.

With a faint murmur, Joe, who was covered in his eyes, felt a little uncomfortable. After Charle's fingers left her eyes, she blinked and felt the sudden change in her eyes, so she was a little panicked: "My eyes..."

"It's okay," said Charles, raised his hand and pointed, "Look at that."

Qiao Yiyan looked at it, but her face was stunned again.

At this time, after the Hellhound attacked the window without success, he returned to the gate and bumped around the wooden door that was on the verge of breaking.

In the past, she could only see the door shaking automatically, but could not see clearly what was attacking. But now she looked at her suddenly saw a black figure, hideous and terrifying, surrounded by mist.

"Is that the hellhound?" murmured, Joe turned to look at someone: "Charle, you..."

Halfway through the words, he took them back, because Charles had left her at this moment and was running to other hunters.

So within a while, successive screams and cheers rang out.

What makes the most fearful thing about Hellhound is not its crazy attack at this moment, nor is it the threatening sound that keeps ringing in its mouth all the time.

But it cannot be seen.

In other words, no matter what monster, as long as it can be invisible, it will naturally have a unique deterrent power.

And now, this invisible monster can be seen!?

The hunters were greatly afraid because of this. They clasped their weapons tightly and stared at the door with excitement, as if victory was in sight.

However, Shire is not optimistic about this.

He did this just to help him, and he couldn't stay out of it even though he was in it.

In fact, even if you can see it, you can't kill someone, you can only be bitten by passively.

"I don't care if I bite you to death."

He murmured and returned to the bar counter. After a while, the bar door blew and was finally broken by the impact.

The wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and fragments flew, and the blockade line was leaking. The hunting dog with black mist was rushing towards him quickly!

Hunters were very nervous about this, but this did not affect their actions, so the shotguns gushed and kept surging.

Bullets flew, and the shotguns filled with edible salt made the opponent's body smoke burst out, and the pace of rushing towards him stopped.

But this did not stop it from moving forward. Instead, it seemed like it was annoyed. The threat in its throat became more and more obvious, and the scarlet color in its eyes became more intense.

But to everyone's surprise, after the dog broke through the door, he took the lead but did not pounce on the target that was heavily protected. Instead, he looked directly at Charles who was standing at the bar "watching the show".

Looking at the young human, the hellhound's eyes were full of fierce light, and the continuous white ripples on its body could not stop its pace. Instead, he slowly approached the shotgun, his head lowered slightly, bared his teeth at Charles, revealing a sharp fang composed of mist.

It seems to be a silent threat.

Although it seems that the shotgun can have some effect on it, the damage seems to be equally low.

Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but curse himself as a slut. The hunters around him saw that the situation was not good, but he didn't think these people could protect him.

So he turned over and entered the bar, then picked up a bag of dead men's fans on the wine rack and wanted to take action, but the enemy was obviously faster. Seeing that Charles was moving, it suddenly rushed forward not far from the bar, and directly crossed a large open space.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several hunters quickly raised their weapons to stop the dog, but they were knocked away immediately and did not hinder the hellhound at all.

Seeing the mad dog hit, Charles cursed inwardly. Before he could think about it, he quickly raised his hands and grabbed it directly on the neck of the dog that was rushing in the air.

Then with a bang, he leaned against the bar wine rack by a huge force.

A sense of fierce struggle and collision followed, and at the same time, Charles activated his talent.

The golden light appeared to him with both hands, and as soon as he appeared, it slowly spread inward from the helldog's neck - although it seemed slow, it was obviously effective.

However, the huge force from his hands made Charles clench his teeth, and the muscles on his arms were bulging tightly with both hands, and he leaned hard on the steel display stand. The hard and cold touch also caused a slight pain.

【You were hit by the spirit of the hellhound]

【You are shrouded in special energy places, your spirituality is invaded】

[The resentment you stored is being consumed in large quantities]

...

The prompts of the Eye of Real kept floating by, and a feeling of loss emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Shire didn't know how much impact this consumption would have on him. But seeing that the Ring of Resentful Spirits could block it, he finally felt relieved.

He tried hard to grab the foggy black dog close to his eyes, tilted his head to avoid its biting and roar, and continued to urge the golden thread that bloomed from his hands spreading to the other party's body at a slow and firm speed.

From the brain, to the neck, to the torso and limbs…

This look looks strange.

Not only can the hunters who were "touched" by Charles, but even those who were hiding behind and not "touched" could see clearly at this moment.

Behind the bar, a dog-like figure wrapped in golden "chains" gradually emerged from the young man's empty hands, and shining brightly, looking like a hollowed-out work of art made of pure gold - although it is alive.

No one knew Shire's current state, and could only see that his clothes were broken by the limbs of the hellhound. A hunter approached and took out a pure iron weapon to help attack. However, pure iron could cause damage to ordinary ghosts, but it was completely impossible to do this hellhound.

So the hunters could only stare at him.

Dean, who had just been knocked away, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he quickly got up from the ground and ran forward, pulling up the bag of dead pink that fell from Charles's hand on the bar, and without thinking about it, he sprinkled on the hellhound's butt that kept twisting in the air.

So the black fog hunting dog that was struggling wildly seemed to be splashed with thick sours on the chrysanthemums. With a sudden sharp whimper, the fierce struggle was inexplicably stagnant.

The golden silk thread suddenly accelerated its "step" and before the other party could resist, it spread all over its body in the blink of an eye. Finally, a golden light flashed, and the hellhound tightly wrapped in pure gold suddenly collapsed and disappeared.

The surroundings are quiet.

The hellhound disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed forward.

"Shar, how are you?"

"Are you injured?"

"Come on, I'll help you up!"

...

Ignoring the Hanxu asked about the well-being of the people around him, Shire leaned against the wine rack, lowered his head and stared at a silver-edged card in his hand that felt like metal. He felt the situation inside his body, and couldn't help but feel silent.

"Is this a loss or a profit?"
Chapter completed!