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Chapter 486
"Itana."

Hearing Amanda's answer, [Saigong] in the bar shook the red wine glass in his hand, and said with a meaningful expression.

"What you are facing is the revenge of an ancient god."

"He roams the forgotten lands, directing what happens through the Weird Club."

"Of course, Izana's revenge is just an opportunity, a part of the rise of darkness."

Following [Sai Gong]'s explanation, Spike on the opposite side spoke with a silent expression.

"Or rather, some kind of trial."

Regarding Spike's understanding, [Sai Gong] shrugged his shoulders a little noncommittally, then picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip.

"Judgment."

Spike's description made Amanda's previous guess reappear in her mind.

She murmured and repeated before looking at Spike in the box and asking.

"So, this trial is really..."

"You need to find the answer yourself, Amanda."

Interrupting Amanda's question, Spike looked at the strong female detective with slightly drooping blue eyes, and his tone was somewhat inexplicable.

"This is the beginning of everything and the end of everything, and you are the only existence that can find the truth."

"the truth?"

Frowning, looking at Spike in front of him, Amanda couldn't help but say.

"I don't care about the truth. I have only one purpose and that is to prevent the disaster that happened in Washington, no, the whole of America."

The opponent is the sun god who only exists in mythology and history, and Amanda doesn't feel that she can defeat the opponent by relying on her own strength.

Only the gods can fight against the gods.

This is why she entered the bar.

With that said, Amanda turned her gaze to [Sai Gong] and said word by word.

"I'm here to sign a contract with you, [Sai Gong]."

This is the only way Amanda can think of to stop Washington's problem, relying on the power of the demon god to fight against the sun god in Indian mythology.

"to be frank……"

Facing the pact proposed by Amanda.

There was a flash of emotion in [Sai Gong]'s eyes, and his gaze swept over the female detective in front of him.

"For this kind of door-to-door contract, I have no reason to refuse, but unfortunately, as Spike said, the opportunity you are looking for is not with me."

In the end, he shook his head and rejected Amanda's tempting contract request with a look of regret.

"However, as a reward for bringing a gift to your door, I can help you a little bit. At least in the following process, those spirits raging in Washington will no longer be a problem for you."

After rejecting the contract proposed by Amanda, [Saigong] changed the subject and said something inexplicable to her.

As [Sai Gong]'s voice fell, [Sai Gong] lightly shook the red wine glass in his hand.

Under Amanda's puzzled eyes, amidst the ripples of the red liquid in the transparent goblet, a figure in a brown coat and a tie with a right-hand iron hook loomed in the wine glass of [Sai Gong], Twisted and struggling.

It's Candy Man.

Undoubtedly, the gift mentioned by [Sai Gong] is this evil spirit wandering the streets of Washington.

Without Amanda noticing, Candy Man followed Amanda into the bar.

As an evil spirit transformed into a curse, to a certain extent, Candy Man is almost an unsolvable existence. From the fact that it moves through the mirrors of the off-road vehicle, it can easily kill all the soldiers on the vehicle. It can be seen.

However, even such a candy man.

The practice of entering a bar is tantamount to throwing oneself into a trap.

After all, the owner of this bar is one of the legendary Solomon's 72 demon gods.

In the wine glass, the Candy Man struggled to growl, as if trying to break free from the goblet.

But all of this fell into the hands of [Sai Gong], and it was obviously just a futile struggle, shaking the wine glass and drinking the red wine in the glass.

Along with it, even this evil spirit, which brought Amanda great life-and-death pressure along the way, swallowed it into his mouth.

"It tastes okay."

[Sai Gong] He smacked his mouth, as if aftertaste the taste of the red wine brewed by this evil spirit.

Then, he said regretfully: "Unfortunately, the soul as the raw material is not complete, and it cannot be compared with the real wine."

This kind of evil spirit summoned by fear cannot be completely eliminated.

This is also the key to why the candy man can not die. As long as the believers who believe in the candy man are called to exist, this evil spirit will always be wandering in Washington.

In today's Washington, fanatics who believe in candy people can be seen everywhere.

After drinking the red wine in the glass in one gulp, [Sai Gong] shook the empty wine glass in his hand, and tapped lightly in Amanda's direction, as if doing some kind of ritual to her.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Spike in front of him: "I have already done what should be done, and I will leave it to you."

After saying this, the figure of [Sai Gong] in the box suddenly disappeared on the seat.

On the other side, Spike withdrew his gaze from where [Saigong] disappeared, turned his head to look at Amanda who was still standing at the entrance of the box, and then stretched out his hand.

"Sit down first."

Facing Spike's invitation, Amanda was silent for a while, and then took a seat in the box, clutching her injured arm.

"There's no need to keep this thing anymore, I think [Saigong] should have taken care of your injuries for you."

Seeing that Amanda still kept covering her arms, Spike couldn't help reminding her.

Hearing his words, Amanda let go of the palm that had been covering her arm in doubt, and then moved her injured arm, and found that the arm, which was still in pain, had recovered to its original state at this time.

"Want tea?"

With a snap of his fingers, two cups of steaming hot tea appeared in front of the empty tea table in front of him.

Spike reached out and pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Amanda, and at the same time took a sip from the teacup in front of him with a blunt expression.

Looking in front of him, Spike didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.

If she hadn't clearly remembered that she was entering the bar of [Saigong] at this moment, Amanda would almost have come to Spike's house because she was here.

He took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, under Amanda's unblinking gaze.

Only then did Spike speak slowly.

"Actually, as I said before, I can't tell you all the answers..."

(End of this chapter)