[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Raffaele glanced at the depths of Beacon Hill without any trace, and there was nothing wrong with that. After coming here, the familiar force became clearer.It's just that there seems to be something mixed in this force, something is not quite right.

That being the case, he waited for Tate to fall asleep before looking for that thing, tidying it up, and then sending it to Tate as a surprise.

Thinking like this, Raffaele turned around and left the woods outside Beacon Hill.

Although Raffaele and Tate arrived in teleportation when they came to look for Styles, fortunately, Tate's storage gem contained the car he bought in Baltimore.Using illusions, you can still pretend to be the black car that Sabrina Brown drove to Beacon Hills.

Raffaele drove, taking Scott McGaugher home first.

Scott McGaugh looked at Styles on the back seat with a hesitant expression on his face, and gestured for a phone call.

Stiles nodded quickly.

There is no way, as a responsible Beacon Hill resident, after knowing that the recent series of homicides are related to supernatural forces, they naturally cannot sit idly by and watch the police officers go about their business.

The car quickly drove back to Strinski's house.

At this moment, Stiles remembered that his jeep had fallen into the school because of the sudden attack of the group of vampires.

Although depressed, the person who came out of the house made Stiles temporarily suppress this emotion, and stepped forward to hug her.

"Auntie." Stiles called out honestly, not forgetting to praise, "Aunt Vivienne is getting better and better, and Uncle Ben is getting more and more handsome!"

"Little brat." Vivienne Harmon was not corroded by the sugar-coated cannon-ball, but stretched out her hand to pinch Stiles' slightly baby-fat face, and said, "Where did you just go? Noah said you You should have been home just now."

"Aunt..." Stiles acted cutely and looked at Vivienne Harmon flatteringly.

Vivienne Harmon couldn't help laughing, pinched Styles' cheek again, and said, "Come in first, and make some cookies."

Half a minute later, Stiles held the coffee cup and took a bite of the cookie, feeling satisfied.

Compared to the life under his father's hands, this is heaven.

When Raffaele and Tate went out to find Styles, Ben Harmon moved the ingredients specially brought along the way into the kitchen, while Vivienne Harmon and Sabrina Brown Together, prepare the important ingredients that will be on the table tomorrow, such as marinated turkey.

Stiles has a sweet mouth and has a very close relationship with Vivienne Harmon since she was a child. Even though she hasn't seen each other for almost five years, she has always kept in touch with her on the phone, and she doesn't feel unfamiliar at the moment.

In the past, the house that seemed extremely empty because there were only him and his father became lively because of the addition of the Harmon family.

However, the only one who choked Styles was Raphael.

Stiles is the same age as Raffaele, and they have a kinship relationship. They were originally very close.But as a hard-pressed cousin who gets bullied from time to time, Styles almost suffers from an allergy called Raffaele.

Almost everyone thinks that Raffaele is good-looking, good-natured, and good at studying, but he is usually a bit of a nerd, and he has few friends with whom he can talk.

But in fact?

Good looks can be kept, and he admits to being good at studies, but Stiles is firmly opposed to having a good personality.

Raffaele Harmon is a black belly, black belly!

Moreover, he has always had a particularly weird theory of brotherly love. In short, when Raffaele took care of him, it was a test of the elder brother's love for his younger brother.If the younger brother is disobedient, the elder brother will be sad, and their parents will look down on it and help clean up the disobedient younger brother.

Although Raphael has always protected him since he was a child, when he saw him being bullied, he rolled up his sleeves and beat the other party to the ground.But when it came to the parents, Stiles herself was the one who beat them up.Even though Raffaele never intended to throw the pot away, in the eyes of teachers and parents...

What a joke, how could such a gentle, quiet and polite child like Raffaele fight, and even beat three fat boys in the senior grade until their teeth fell out.

Moreover, even if he fought, he probably didn't have any injuries on his whole body, and didn't even his knuckles get scratched?

Look at the disheartened Styles, that is the interpretation of the true meaning of the last battle and the loss of both sides.

Raffaele is a good brother, although he really wants to take the blame for his brother, but, Mickey, how can you let your brother take the blame for you with peace of mind.Those three little troublemakers have already admitted that they were injured in a fight with you.

Styles back then: What else could he say?He is really desperate.

No one believed that Raffaele, the obedient card, would fight, even if he voluntarily admitted it.

In short, with Raffaele, Styles is undoubtedly the one to blame.

Once there are too many pots, Styles wants to get back the place from Raphael.Helpless, Raffaele's fighting power is not limited to physical skills, Styles has never taken advantage of it, and she is teased from time to time, and she is nicknamed "brother's love".

Love a ghost.

Stiles just wants to cry when she sees Raffaele.

Tate saw it, and couldn't help but patted Benson Harmon on the back of the cat leopard Wampus, and said in a voice as if he was talking to himself: "It seems that you are quite lucky, Benson."

Benson Harmon grinned, showing an innocent smile with only four small baby teeth.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Benson Harmon's current good treatment stems from the possibility that he is under one year old.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Noah Strinski hurried home.

After working overtime for three days, there are still no clues to the six murders in Beacon Hills. The FBI has already sent someone over to assist in handling the case. Although they didn't say they would directly take over the case, it was a shame.

As deputy sheriff, Noah Sterlingski was under a lot of pressure, especially since the victims in three of these cases were students from Beacon Hill High School, a classmate of Stiles' school.The most important thing is that Noah knows how courageous his son is, and how attractive these cases are to him, which makes Noah, who can't manage his family every day, worry about the safety of Stiles.

This is totally a restless Thanksgiving.

Although tomorrow is an official holiday, the Beacon Hill Police Department will be at work as usual.

After learning about Noah Strinski's difficulties, Vivienne Harmon sighed and said, "Then can we get back before eight o'clock in the evening? At the very least, the whole family has to have a Thanksgiving dinner together." Meal?"

Noah Sterlingski thought about it, nodded affirmatively, and said, "There should be no problem."

Because the Harmons are coming, and yes, Tate and Sabrina Brown are part of their family too.A group of five people plus a cute pet cat made the originally empty house of Strinski's family crowded.

The master bedroom and guest room in the house, Noah Strinski shares a room with his son Styles, Vivienne shares a room with Ben, Raffaele shares a room with Tate, and Seymour shares a room with her son Stiles. Brina Brown shared a room with Wampus, the pseudo-ocelot cat with a beautiful leopard print, and it was just right.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the room allocation was just right, and Stiles, who was dragged under her father's nose, couldn't laugh.

You know, Stiles, who has a deeper understanding of Beacon Hills than he does as the deputy sheriff's father, is always busy at night.

After all, information exchange.

Sometimes he has to jump out of the window to find Scott McGough Night Walk.

Now his father is sleeping in the same room with him, which directly cuts off the possibility of Stiles' night tour, which makes Stiles very desperate.

He pressed the keypad of the phone silently, crying to his best friend on the other end of the phone about his current predicament.

Scott McGowan sighed helplessly. Even if he could get from his house to Stiles's soon enough, he couldn't get past Uncle Noah and get Stiles out.

Scott McGaugh was actually very worried because his girlfriend Alison was taken away by Argent's men.

He and Alison are the Romeo and Juliet of modern day magic.

Scott McGaugh himself is also very wronged. He doesn't want to be a werewolf at all, and he doesn't want to pay attention to werewolves and hunters. Oh, yes, vampires are also mixed in now.

He didn't want to have anything to do with these non-human beings at all, and now he thought of Peter Hall who bit him and turned him into a werewolf.However, he just changed from a good human being to a werewolf. He had to face the urge to run away when he got angry, and had to lock himself up on a full moon night to resist the urge to bite and howl in his heart. The girlfriends who managed to catch up with him had to pretend to break up because of his identity as a werewolf.

Alison was willing to embrace his werewolf side, but her parents wouldn't allow an Argent to be with a werewolf.Plus her scary grandpa, well-trained other clansmen.With such an incident today, their pretending to break up must be exposed, and I don't know what kind of lesson Alison will receive after being brought home by them.

When he closed his eyes, he remembered the mouth shape Alison made to himself before leaving with those people. Scott McGaugh silently leaned against the wall with a depressed expression.

In the bedroom contributed by Styles, Raffaele looked at the photos and keywords pasted on the wall, as well as the red strings connecting the photos and keywords, and couldn't help but chuckle. , said: "It's really his style."

Miecchislaw Strinski, oh, it was Stiles Strinski who aspired to be an FBI since she was a child, and even the police were not included in her second choice.The reason is that I don't know if Stiles, who was only five years old at the time, still remembers——

"You're a bad guy. When I grow up, I'm going to be the FBI, and I'm going to arrest you and put you in prison!" Little Stiles cried with tears and snot, and he accused Raphael, who was a little taller than him at the time. , fists clenched.

As for why even the police were not included as candidates, it was because Noah Strinski, who was a policeman at the time, had always perfunctory Stiles' complaints and did not give him justice.As a result, the glorious and stalwart image of the police collapsed in his eyes.

To be honest, Raffaele didn't feel how he bullied Styles, and he had no memory of his previous life. He was only a five-year-old child at the time.Realizing that he is an older brother, he looks at the world with new eyes, and he thinks this younger brother is very interesting, especially when he cries, he is soft and cute. Raffaele likes the way he cries, so...wrong brother , Cry twice more.

Stiles is so wary of Raffaele now, it is purely because she suffered a lot when she was a child.Even when he was a little older, Raffaele acted like a big brother, and he was very protective of Stiles, but the psychological shadow probably took some time to get rid of, and it might take a lifetime.

Rafael made a deep look, those are all unbearable youth, full of dark history.

Tate looked at the photos on the wall thoughtfully, and said, "It seems that during this period of time, there have been many cases in Beacon Hill County."

Stiles, however, believed that the deaths were connected to one another.

"Sacrifice?" Tate poked at the keywords surrounded by countless red lines on the wall, "Is it another demon ritual?"

Their classmate Peter Graham's house had just experienced a demon sacrifice ceremony, and Raffaele also crushed many demon worshipers to death.

"Tsk." Raffaele grabbed Tate's waist and said, "Maybe, but if there is any sacrifice ceremony, the mastermind behind the scenes can basically eliminate the group of werewolves and vampires."

"Why?" Tate asked curiously.

Raffaele sneered and said, "They don't have the ability to perform sacrificial ceremonies, a group of idiots with muscles in their heads."

Tate: "..."

After washing up and changing into pajamas, Raffaele and Tate lay on the bed.

As soon as Tate leaned into Raffaele's arms, his eyelids twitched, and he fell asleep after a while.

Raffaele looked sideways at Tate and blew lightly over his eyes.

Tate's breathing became more and more steady, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Raffaele got up and tucked in the blanket.He left a Muggle Repelling Charm on the door, three stacking Guardian Charms around the bed, and then teleported out of the house with one more.

Following the ray of breath in the depths of Beacon Mountain, Raffaele appeared in the dense forest in an instant.

Beacon Hills is not far from Los Angeles, and the climates of the two places are very similar.Although it has entered the end of November, and the coldest night has not dropped below zero, there is still a certain chill when the rustling night wind blows over.

Raffaele was wearing pajamas and slippers on his feet, quite homely.

He's ready for a quick fight.

However, following the breath, Raffaele couldn't help but fell silent for a while looking at the thing that lingered with the power he was familiar with.

Under the night, it seemed that because of the existence of that thing, the surrounding trees were deliberately emptied, showing a state of crowding far away.

It was a tree stump exposed on the ground, with rings and rings, and twenty adults could not wrap their arms around it.Under the stump, the unusually luxuriant and well-developed root system is deeply rooted in the ground.

It seems to be dead, but also seems to be alive.

Even if only the stump is left, it is indescribably magnificent, which makes people wonder what it would look like when it was still full of branches and leaves.

Raffaele pursed his lips tightly, his sky blue eyes were filled with coldness.

This tree stump not only contained the power that Rafaelai had bestowed on it, but also mixed with some natural power, which was the unique power breath of druid warlocks who admired nature.However, within this power, there is still blood and resentment.

Raffaele looked up.

The tree had been amputated from three feet above the ground, but in Raffaele's eyes invisible forces connected to the stump formed the upper part of the trunk.

The trunk of this giant tree made of strength is straight, about thirty feet high, without a single leaf on it, only a weird pattern of powerful branches at the top——

With the main trunk as the center, the branches extending to the four sides meander into a closed circle.On the circle pointing to the east, the souls of three young men and women are hung high above with their hands and necks bound.The black ropes were entangled in the flesh of their necks and wrists, and their expressions were twisted and painful.They were struggling, but they couldn't get out of the closed circle formed by the branches.

In this situation, how could Raffaele fail to see that the sycamore tree he planted specially for Phoenix was not only dug away after his death, but also after almost exhausting all the power in the tree's heart. , At the moment, it is also used as a power transfer container for the sacrificial ceremony!

Raphael almost wanted to sneer, those druids are really good at it!

Raphael has heard that the group of ancient Celtic druids would choose an ancient and huge tree in the woods as their faith sustenance. They regarded this tree as the center of the world, worshiped it, and worshiped it. it.

They would pick the sycamore tree that Raffaele had planted, and Raffaele was no surprise.

The tree containing the healing power of Rafaelite's light is much stronger than the ancient trees worshiped by ordinary druid warlocks. The power feedback received by druid warlocks is not comparable to that of ordinary ancient trees.

But are they locusts?

They actually almost absorbed the power in the heart of this sycamore tree!

This is not over yet, he actually cut down the tree that he had grown so hard to grow.

Where have all the trunks gone?

When firewood is burned or made into furniture?

What makes Raffaele intolerable the most is that it has reached this point. He once gave Phoenix a sycamore tree that could almost be regarded as a promise tree. Even if there is only a stump left, it can be used as a container for evil rituals .

Not to mention the three innocent souls hanging high above the branches.

Raffaele laughed back angrily.

At this moment, there were slight footsteps behind him, and a figure came out from the woods.

It was a beautiful woman with long dark brown curly hair.She was wearing a green knitted jacket and a black knee-length skirt.The ground in the woods is not flat, and there are gravels everywhere, but she walked steadily and gracefully in her ten-centimeter-high stiletto heels.

However, her expression was obviously a little ugly.She frowned and said coldly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

If Scott McGaugher and Styles were here at this moment, they would recognize that the woman who appeared in the depths of the woods in the middle of the night, with a different manner of speaking than usual, was their substitute teacher at the beginning of the month , Jennifer Blake.

Raffaele turned around, he looked at Jennifer Blake, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Dark Druid?"

Jennifer Blake's face sank completely.

She disguised herself as an ordinary person, wandering around under the eyes of those werewolves without being seen through her identity, and she even carried out the sacrificial ceremony in an orderly manner.It's just a face-to-face meeting right now, but someone actually saw through her identity? !

Raffaele's sky blue eyes reflected Jennifer Blake's true appearance.

Different from the beautiful appearance she showed now, the reality in Raffaele's eyes was an extremely ugly and hideous face.

Bare - The exposed skin is like burnt white wax, extraordinarily smooth but not as elastic as normal skin.There were three deep scratches on her face, her pupils were only the size of a needle point, and her mouth seemed to be opened with a knife, unable to close, only scattered and yellowed fangs.

This is a monster in human skin, ugly beyond realms, but such ugliness is not enough to move Raffaele.

To be honest, the dark druid in front of him was not as ugly as the evil wizard.

The half-rotten appearance of the evil wizard is the ugliness beyond all, complemented by the stink of the devil.

"Who are you?!"

Jennifer Blake lowered her body, and the ceremony only lasted one-fifth of the way. After absorbing the power of three virgins, she gained a demagogic charm, but this charm obviously didn't work for the boy in front of her.

Jennifer Blake, unwilling to let him ruin her plan, could only choose to kill him here.

So, the next moment, Jennifer Blake pounces on Raffaele and reveals her true self for a split second.

Her real appearance, ugly and ferocious, will be horrifying the moment it is revealed.As long as there is a momentary gap, she can slit the boy's throat.

However, what Jennifer Blake never dreamed of was that from the beginning to the end, in Raffaele's eyes, she was her real monster.

Raffaele raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With a "snap", Jennifer Blake suddenly let out a scream.

She fell to the ground from mid-air, and the white flame landed on her body, engulfing half of her body in an instant.

"No, no—!!"

Jennifer Blake struggled, screaming, "Please, please!!"

She hasn't avenged Deucalion yet, and Carly, she can't die yet!

Deucalion, that hateful werewolf, was the one who, in order to form the so-called most powerful werewolf group, bewitched Kali and made Kali, the alpha wolf, slaughter her own group, including her.

Back then, her name was Julia Baccarrie.

She is not a werewolf, but a druid warlock.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy a tortured tree#

Raffaele: Good job, you stole me and my dear love tree, and tortured it like this, it's really like my coffin board is compacted, I can't jump out and ask you to settle the score Big deal!

Phoenix: Woohoo...my tree! ! ! !

Raffaele: Take my 40-meter sword! ! !

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Yamasakura threw a mine, and the passer-by threw a mine. Look at me throwing a grenade with a 1-meter sword. Thank you dear~