"Relax!"
Looking at the nervous Owen, Sulu had no choice but to use arrogant words again to make the other party calm down a little.
"If the dry well was really formed suddenly and involved mystery... Physical filling methods should be useless, but may offend a certain existence and bring more terrible danger..."
Sulu analyzed for Owen: "I can give you a few suggestions, first... move out."
"Of course, I dare not go back again." Owen nodded repeatedly.
"Then... you need to go to the police station, or if you have a connection, go directly to the Eleventh Bureau for help... Finally, donate a sum of money to the local Church of the Goddess of Light, hoping to spend the night there, or ask the bishop to hold a purification ceremony for you. "
Sulu narrated calmly.
"Is this going to solve the problem?" Owen asked.
"If it's just a general supernatural event..." Sulu nodded.
"You must save me, you are a mystic!" Owen looked at Sulu in despair.
"No, I'm just... a occultist."
Sulu shrugged.
It is a taboo for any transcendent to get involved in unexpected mysterious events.
Moreover, the friendship with Owen is the limit to help here, and he still has his own affairs to be busy.
Su Lu would not admit that he envied and hated each other's salted fish life in his heart.
'Well... As a tenant, I will report your situation directly to Bureau 11, I believe they will give priority to it... Perfect! '
This is not Sulu cold-blooded.
Rather, it is an emphasis on the 'curse' in a dream.
If this is a supernatural event, it is very likely to involve the existence of the fourth-order [evil spirit] level!
Most of them have all sorts of weird and frightening abilities. Ordinary people will only experience eternal despair when encountering them.
…
East of Raleigh City, Everglades.
Sulu changed into a hunter suit, carrying a shotgun, and next to him was Margaret, who was also dressed as a hunter and wore deerskin boots.
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 soften her expression a little bit.
"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... so the mysterious world is so dangerous, I probably understand why my grandfather hasn't come to see us..." Margaret replied with a wry smile.
"But... you don't choose to give up."
Sulu smiled: "After 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?"
Looking at the surrounding environment, Margaret couldn't help shivering.
"Yes, it's called 'Chikutar', possessing the intelligence, ferocity and cunning of a humanoid child, with high vigilance..."
This is the information given by the 'Saint'. The other party has been wandering around the area during this time, 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 opponent's activity area, make a trap, and prepare the bait..."
Sulu answered without looking back.
"Trap and bait?"
Margaret looked at herself, then at the innocent husky, her expression changed: "Sir... giggle... you said... Chikutar likes fresh flesh and blood? Especially spiritual ones?"
"Yes, so it prefers to attack humans!"
Sulu smiled, showing his white teeth: "But... my bait is... it! In a way... you are not as good as a dog!"
He pointed to 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 dizzy. She had heard a lot of criticism in her life, but nothing that complicated her like this.
'I am not as good as a dog, it seems to be true, Harlock is very powerful, with extraordinary strength! '
'Because of this, I don't have to be the bait, the mood... so complicated...'
"Woo..."
Harlock's face was shocked. It understood Sulu's words, but it was too late to escape.
Sulu grabbed the dog's leash: "Harlock... be brave, if I succeed this time, I will leave Rory City earlier, and you can return to Master Isaac."
Harlock raised his head, seemed to be thinking, and then turned around in a circle.
Well, in order to return to the real master as soon as possible and get rid of this devil, it has to fight.
If you win, you will have no regrets!
…
late at night.
The huge moon hangs in mid-air, and it seems to have a hint of scarlet.
Under the moonlight.
A woman alone came to the wilderness, the outskirts of the swamp, and built an 'altar' with various spiritual materials.
In the center of the altar, there is a husky tied up with five flowers and arranged in the shape of "wooden". The dog's face is full of helplessness.
"Xiao... Mr. Xiao En... What should I do next?"
Marguerite looked around, filled with fear.
"Don't open your mouth except to chant the mantra later..."
A thin and dense voice suddenly entered her ears: "I am right beside you, don't be afraid! Now... light the spices!"
Under his guidance, Margaret ignited some spices tremblingly, and dripped the hydrosol, creating a fragrant and sweet breath.
This is indeed a certain ritual. In ancient times, 'witches' liked to use it to summon magical creatures wandering in the wild and sign contracts with each other.
Sulu made a slight change to it, 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 spirits such as 'flower fairies', and the probability of summoning Chikutal is high if it is nearby.
raging!
The flame continued to burn, and the aroma overflowed, making Margaret swallow her saliva unconsciously.
A few meters away from her, the sound of rustling could be heard. It was the creatures in the swamp being attracted, but at this time they were rejected by a force.
"Next, chant the mantra with me."
Sulu taught Margaret, reciting in ancient Hebrew:
"In my name..."
"Summons the extraordinary creatures that wander the swamps and eat flesh..."
"Lend me my strength, and I will give back everything you want..."
…
The woman's tongue-in-cheek voice kept wandering in the swamp of the night.
Da da! Da da!
I don't know how long it has passed, when the fuel was about to burn out, Margaret suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes.
She looked towards the source of the sound and couldn't help covering her mouth.
It was a horse-shaped creature with four claws and a blood-red body, walking on the ground in the terrible swamp.