Alone, or perhaps a group of people hunting and killing gods in the United States.

Three deaths have been killed so far in Queens, Los Angeles, and a small town in California.

This message caught Shire off guard.

Although it sounds a bit incredible to be killed as a god of death, in fact, as long as the weapon is unique, even the god of death can be killed.

What benefits can it be for just hunting God?

Strictly speaking, the gods of death are not real creatures, but some kind of manifestation of the rules of the world. They may have their own personalities and memories, but in fact, they cannot be considered real individuals, but a whole group.

Even if they are erased, the rules of this world will give birth to a new god of death. If you cannot kill them completely, it will be useless.

"So the purpose of hunting God is not to die, but someone is targeting other aspects? Me or something else? Why?"

After the black female death left, Charle frowned.

The gods of death know that they are being hunted, but they cannot know who is taking action for a while, so for the time being, they can only defend passively, but not take the initiative.

The same is true for Charles, who knew about this. Although he is already a master in this world, even killing two angels, he has the energy and nowhere to be used when the enemy is dark and we are bright.

As the nominal boss of the gods of death, he has received their help many times, and Shire cannot ignore this matter.

So after reminding her to notify her of the news as soon as possible, Charles could only hold this matter in his heart.

Relatively speaking, the other clue provided to him just now forced Charles to think deeply.

"Ajay?" murmured this name, Charles decided to take time to see this guy who could smuggle people into purgatory or even hell.

The mother of all things he was looking for was called Purgatory. He used to think of a way to summon him, but since he could enter...

But now, it is not the time to think about this.

There were faint sounds outside the door of the abandoned hall. Shire turned around and saw the middle-aged witch wearing a ragged sick suit staggeringly walking in.

She was very weak, pale and frivolous, as if her vitality was greatly damaged by the departure of Sheding.

But her expression at this moment was the opposite, full of ease and joy. After walking in, she didn't get close to her and just leaned against the wall next to the door and sat there.

"After the teacher passed away, I became a super witch." She smiled in response to Charles' inquiring gaze and said, "At that moment, I was very proud and happy. What about the super witch, the most powerful one among the witches, which means that I can do whatever I want."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand, as if she was about to take out a cigarette and smoke one, but it was a pity that all her belongings had been burned by the flames, so she had to sweep away in disappointment.

"However, when I learned that all other witches other than Salem Witch were able to use magic or other means to delay their aging, I realized that being a super witch was not a lucky thing, but rather a curse."

Ignoring whether Charles was listening, Fiona murmured on her own, her face either happy or sad.

"As long as it is there, not only the super witches, but also other witches or wizards from the Salem series, can't delay their lifespan."

"So I began to look for solutions wildly. I gave up the responsibilities and rights of the super witch, the opportunity to follow my daughter, and the responsibility to revitalize the witch school. In order to one day get rid of this curse."

"Now," she said, her mouth unconsciously squeezing, and her deep eyes flickered at Charles: "I succeed, we succeed!"

"Can you feel this feeling? You'll run around for this all your life, and when you win, the fruit biting in your mouth is the most delicious food in the world!"

The other party was excited, but Charles didn't feel anything. He was a little uncomfortable when facing the naked witch.

So he forgot a question he had been asking before, coughed dryly, and said, "Congratulations. In addition, you can go back and prepare for the divination of the gathering first. I have some things to do. I will go to find you when I finish my work."

Fiona was stunned when she heard this, then laughed at herself, "You are such a guy without gentlemanship."

"But you saved me and I will always be grateful to you."

As she said that, after looking at Charles deeply, she stood up with the wall and staggered away.

Not long after, the roar of the engine outside the sanatorium came faintly through the wall. Looking down the window, the bright red Aston Martin, who was parked at the gate of the sanatorium, pressed the horn twice and drove away slowly.

Then Charles, who was standing at the window, suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask Sheding, but he was not in a hurry about this.

If you have something like a mobile phone, it is very convenient to connect. Relatively speaking, he doesn't think it would be polite to drag a man to ask questions.

After taking out his cell phone and sending him a relevant message, there was no reply for a short time. Shire ignored the matter for a while. After thinking about it, he called another phone number.

After a brief beep, a calm voice came from the microphone.

"Hello, who?"

Haven't you saved the number?

Shire was a little puzzled about this, but he was immediately attracted by something else.

The unique "howling" sound of Western women came into their ears through the microphone, which made Charles a little stunned, "Are you watching AV?"

"av? This should be right, are you Charles?" The voice of the young man could be heard from the opposite side.

Shire did not respond to his words, but felt very incredible.

"So, angels look at av?"

"Is this a shameful thing?"

The opponent was a little puzzled, and then replied seriously: "I'm just studying why you hit each other's buttocks when you reproduce. Well, this behavior is unnecessary, and I'm a little confused. But it seems that you humans always do meaningless things."

His time of speaking seemed to pause the movie, so the obvious sound disappeared, leaving only the calm and steady voice of Cassidion.

"Shar, is there anything to do with me?"

After hearing his question about the serious matter, Charles ignored this absurd thing for the time being. After coughing, he said, "Do you a favor, I want to go to New York."

"New York? OK, where are you now?"

“Kentucky, the Waverley Hills Sanatorium near Louisville, is very famous.”

"Wait, I'll Google it." The microphone answered opposite the microphone, and then after a while, Charles, who was standing in front of the window of the hall, saw a middle-aged man in a gray coat suddenly appear not far from the entrance of the sanatorium.

Charles then said to the microphone again: "I am in a hall in the center of the fourth floor."

Before he finished speaking, a creaking sound suddenly came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw that Cassidio was staggering at this moment because he was stepping on the leg of an abandoned chair.

Facing Shire's gaze and after standing firmly, he kicked him away a little embarrassedly, and then greeted him seriously.

"Good noon, Charles."
Chapter completed!