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

Since a long time ago, there has been a lineage of druid warlocks and werewolves who have maintained a very good cooperative relationship.The werewolf group is responsible for providing protection, while the druid warlocks act as messengers and healers, advising alpha wolf to heal injured werewolves.

However, in order to join Deucalion's tribe, Kali not only slaughtered her own tribe, but almost killed her.

It was the Holy Cave that gave her a little strength, let her hold a sigh of relief, waited until someone found her, and finally let her survive.

For her, Julia Baccarrie was dead, and the one who survived was Jennifer Blake, a dark druid full of hatred.

She wants revenge, whatever the cost.

So, she became like this ghost.

So, after she got the sacrificial ceremony, she chose to start without any hesitation.

Virgin, Warrior, Healer, Philosopher, Guardian.

Virgin gives her the power of charm.

Warriors give her the gift of fighting.

Doctors gave her the ability to heal instantly.

Philosophers give her knowledge and strategies.

Guardian will maximize her power.

Taking their power as her own, she would have enough power to kill those alphas.

But now, she has just sacrificed three virgins, her ceremony has not been completed, and she has not avenged those werewolves, her life is going to come to an end? !

"Didn't anyone tell you not to touch other people's things?" Raffaele looked at the struggling Jennifer Blake indifferently, raised his finger behind him, and said, "Also, you can ask Those three people, are they willing to let you go?"

Jennifer Blake subconsciously looked in the direction of Raffaele's finger in pain, her eyes widened suddenly.

what is that? !

Single-handedly presided over the ceremony, but Jennifer Blake did not have enough strength to see through the essence of the ceremony.Although she sacrificed three lives and souls to the holy cave, she didn't know how the ceremony worked.

At that moment, Jennifer Blake almost forgot to struggle, just stared blankly at the tree trunk extending from the tree stump above the holy cave.

Bloody power formed those branches, and hung the soul she had sacrificed to it, waiting for the final step of the ritual.

As for the three virgins who were killed by her own hands, they kept their necks strangled and hung from the tree, staring at her with resentment, blood and tears streaming from the corners of their eyes.

They hated her as much as she hated Deucalion's pack of werewolves.

They killed innocent people indiscriminately, and she was killing innocent people indiscriminately.

This realization came like a breeze in Jennifer Blake's mind.

In the next moment, Jennifer Blake was swallowed by white flames and burned to nothingness, leaving no ashes behind.

Raffaele withdrew his gaze indifferently, turned around, looked at the tree that seemed neither fish nor fowl, and sighed.

There is no other way but to do this.

Rafael raised his feet and walked to the tree stump, he stretched out his hand flatly, and vainly pressed against the tree trunk extended by the strength.

"Crack, click."

Accompanied by a slight sound, on the bloody tree trunk, a crack changed from small to large, and crossed it in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, only a loud bang was heard, and the tree trunk made of strength shattered, and the three souls bound to one of the tree trunks floated down.

The escaped soul bowed to Raffaele, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

Like this kind of no merit, no fault, even the deeply resentful people are killed in front of their eyes, and the souls whose obsessions have faded, the most important path before them is reincarnation.

First clearing away the power attached to the tree stump due to the ritual, Raphael looked at the tree stump still carrying the aura of druid magic in front of him, his slender fingers closed suddenly, and white flames glowed on his pupils.

"Teng" the ground, and the tree stumps exposed on the ground, together with the well-developed root system underground, were simultaneously wrapped in white flames.

The white flame precisely avoided all obstacles, burning every part of the tree root intently.

Compared with the swiftness that burned Jennifer Blake to death just now, the flames ignited this time are obviously much gentler.But no matter how gentle it is, these extraordinary white flames contain power that ordinary flames do not have.

This time, the white flame burned slowly for 5 minutes.

The white flame is both destruction and purification.

In the end, the stumps and roots that had been regarded as holy caves by the druid warlocks who lived in this land were only white ash after the fire, and piled up a two-foot-high hill in front of Raffaele.

The night wind was rustling, and it could blow the dust up on the ground, but the white ashes that had been burned were piled up on the ground steadily, without being blown by the wind at all.

Raffaele leaned down, facing the white ashes, and blew lightly.

With this breath, he felt too weak to blow out the candles.But the white ashes that even the night wind couldn't blow away were scattered in Raphaele's light breath, and flew away flutteringly, revealing the finger-long seedling under the ashes.

Finally, there was a smile on Raffaele's face. He stretched out his hand and picked up the seedling, which was about the thickness of a toothpick. A seedling was planted in this pot.

Raffaele looked at the seedling and reluctantly nodded.

Okay.

Breaking down and then standing up, resurrecting from the dead, even if there is only a trace of the power left by Raphael to his sycamore tree, the magic power of vitality contained in Raphael can create a miracle.

Small seedlings are not a problem, eat two more mouthfuls of magic power, and in a blink of an eye, his Tate will have a plane tree with perfect branches.

Holding the flower pot, Raffaele teleported back to Strinski's house.

No one was alarmed.

Lafayette put the flowerpot on the windowsill, touched its young shoots with his fingertips, and poured in a gentle magic power, which made the already healthy seedlings stretch their branches, which seemed to be full of vitality. .

Then, Raffaele lay back on the bed and put his hand on Tate in his sleep.

Tate closed his eyes, rolled over, and rolled directly into Raffaele's arms.

He nudged Raffaele, then stopped moving.

Raffaele couldn't help laughing, then lowered his head, gently rubbed Tate's hair with the tip of his nose, and closed his eyes.

***

A good night's dream.

When it was daylight, Raffaele and Tate woke up from their sleep one after another.He supported his head with one hand, looked at Tate who was rubbing in his arms and was unwilling to get up, and stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's ears.

Tate opened his eyes, glanced at the slightly bright sky outside the window, and yawned lazily.

Thanksgiving requires some preparation, and Vivienne and Sabrina have teamed up on the food, but the work of decorating the house and yard falls on the shoulders of these gentlemen.

You can't be lazy, you have to get up.

Tate sat up abruptly, and then, he saw the flowerpot placed on the windowsill.

Tate froze for a moment. He scratched his hair and couldn't help but said, "Last night, it doesn't seem like this is there yet?" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Raffaele, as if looking for an answer.

Raffaele smiled silently.

Tate blinked, and he walked over to the window sill with his slippers on.

At that time, the dawn light outside the window had already reached the window sill, and the wisps of sunlight were not harsh, but rather soft.

The slender seedlings in the flower pot are bathed in the morning light, stretching their tender branches.

Tate stretched out his hand cautiously, and lightly touched the only two small leaves on the toothpick-thick branch with his fingertips, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

Although I can't tell what kind of plant it is, I feel happy when I look at it. What lingers in my heart is the joy of finding it again.

Raffaele came over, with one hand on Tate's waist and the other on the window sill.He circled Tate in a corner of the window sill, then rested his chin on Tate's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Tate said honestly, he turned his head to look at Raffaele, "What kind of seedling is this?"

"Hmm..." Raffaele dragged his voice, a smile flashed in his sky-blue eyes, and said, "That's up to you to see."

Tate in this life doesn't seem to like climbing trees very much, so there is no need to plant this sycamore tree in such a hurry.

He and Tate could slowly plant their sycamores for a lifetime.

***

After breakfast, Noah Strinski drove to the police station, while Stiles, who had slept with his father all night and couldn't do many small movements, sat at the dining table, staring at the door, ready to move.

"Mickey."

When Stiles heard Vivienne Harmon's voice, she quickly turned her head to look at the other side of the dining table, only to see Vivienne Harmon cutting the fried eggs on the plate by herself, and said plainly : "No way, don't even think about it."

"Vivienne..." Stiles looked at Vivienne pitifully, and flattered her, "You are the best, aunt~"

Vivienne Harmon shook her head. She put down the knife in her hand and said, "Mickey, I don't know what you're up to, but Noah told me repeatedly before going out that Beacon Hill is in chaos recently. My friend made an appointment for an event, it's best to cancel it now."

Stiles didn't speak, but tried her best to look at Aunt Vivian, who was the most authoritative after her father left, with deer-like wet eyes.

Vivienne Harmon was unmoved, and said: "Today is Thanksgiving, my dear, we came all the way from Los Angeles just to celebrate the holiday with your father and son. Noah is working overtime today, there is no way, but you are on vacation. I still want to run outside..."

Is this the Harmons or the Strinskis?

Although the two of them had a close relationship and would not care about such a small matter, it was a good reason, enough to make Styles, who seemed to be fidgeting with nails on the chair, sit down obediently.

Stiles pursed her lips and said helplessly, "I see."

Vivienne Harmon nodded with satisfaction, that's right.

"Brother Mickey." Raffaele and Tate came back from morning exercise and heard the conversation between Vivienne Harmon and Styles from a distance, and Raffaele laughed immediately.He came over, patted Stiles on the head, and said earnestly: "Be obedient."

No matter how weird the range of Stiles' friends is, she is obviously an ordinary human being, but she got involved in the disputes between werewolves, vampires and hunters.But this Thanksgiving, since they've come all the way from Los Angeles, it's best that nothing goes wrong.

Don't mention anything else, just today, let's spend it peacefully.

Raffaele is ready. If the Beacon Hill Police Department does not release Uncle Noah before [-]:[-] p.m., Raffaele is going to use some tricks to get the chief to take the initiative to give him the police officers who have worked hard for many days on vacation.

what?

Uncle Noah said he would try to go home before eight o'clock in the evening?

It's too late and I'll have indigestion after Thanksgiving dinner.

Taking advantage of Vivienne Harmon's inattention, Stiles turned her head and bared her teeth at Raffaele.

This is what he learned from his buddy who turned into a werewolf, and he thinks it is very imposing.

Raffaele: "Pfft."

Stiles: "..."

He just doesn't get along with Raffaele, not at all!

……

Although Stiles seems to give up on the surface, to be honest, she is no longer running around in Beacon Hills in these troubled times.But in fact, he was only one chance away.

Americans have the habit of shopping on Thanksgiving Day, but neither Ben nor Vivienne has this habit.They bought all the ingredients needed for Thanksgiving one day in advance, and brought them here when they came to Beacon Hills this time.

This Thanksgiving, they only need to decorate the room and courtyard at home. When it's about time, Vivienne and Sabrina will cook, and two more people will help. Today's most grand Thanksgiving dinner can be served on the table.

However, it never occurred to them that when Vivienne and Sabrina started cooking the food for dinner at four o'clock in the afternoon, they were shocked to find that the spices in the kitchen had run out.

The two ladies looked at each other, using... finished?Why do they have no impression?

Stiles stood energetically at the door of the kitchen. He waved the wallet in his hand, volunteered, and said loudly, "I'll go buy it!"

Vivienne Harmon opened her mouth, not waiting for her to speak, Stiles nodded desperately, and said, "I know, I know, I'll be back as soon as I go, very soon."

With that said, Stiles turned her head and rushed out of the house.

Vivienne Harmon blinked and murmured, "I just want to tell Mickey that I can drive to buy it."

Who called Stiles' jeep stopped at the school and didn't drive home.

But look at Stiles, is he going to run to buy it?

Is there a new supermarket opened near their home?

Vivienne Harmon, who hadn't been back to Beacon Hills for five years, had a serious expression on her face. The changes in her hometown are really great.

Raffaele, who was squatting in the kitchen peeling the pumpkin just now, reached for the empty spice jar, weighed it, and glanced meaningfully at the direction where Styles disappeared.

Gee.

What is it about this house that attracts him to think of such a way to escape.

Yes, before Vivienne and Sabrina entered the kitchen, the person who emptied the half jar of spices from the spice jar was none other than Stiles Strinski.

He really had no other way to come up with such an idea, who told his goddess Lydia Martin to be arrested.Although the goddess Lydia Martin has a boyfriend, that is the particularly annoying Jackson Whitmore, that guy treats Lydia badly and wants to become a werewolf, this time Lydia was arrested Jackson Whitmore implicated.

hateful!hateful!

After hearing the news from Scott McGoo, Styles couldn't sit still anymore.But he couldn't tell Aunt Vivienne the truth. His friend had been kidnapped and he had to save her. His aunt would definitely let him call the police.

As for some reasons to see friends, today is Thanksgiving, family day.Besides, with the chaos in Beacon Hills these days, his father wished he could keep him at home and not let him go anywhere.He told Aunt Vivienne to meet friends at this moment, she would definitely not agree, and she might call his father to tell him.

After thinking about it, Stiles didn't stop doing anything. He dumped all the spices in the kitchen, and there was nothing left.

Certain foods without spices are soulless shells, and even if Stiles's only cooking skill is making an fried egg sandwich, he knows how important spices are to tonight's Thanksgiving meal.

Then, logically, he rushed out of the house on the pretext of buying spices.

As for when he would be able to go home... After all, his jeep was left behind at school, and he had to run to buy spices, so it was normal for him to be late.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

As a result, Stiles slipped away, and the hour hand of the clock moved by one frame, but he still hadn't come back.

Vivienne Harmon: "..."

Very good, that kid really took the opportunity to go wandering.

Vivienne Harmon stood by the oven, looking at the turkey that was automatically turning over and roasting in the oven, with her arms around her chest, and a smile on her face, but this smile was full of murderous intent.

Ben Harmon silently washed the shiitake mushrooms and lit a candle for Styles in his heart.

Raffaele shrugged and pulled Tate out the door. Within 10 minutes, they returned home with all kinds of spices.

Vivienne Harmon's murderous smile grew stronger.

It was Raffaele who said that Vivienne Harmon's murderous aura would make the ingredients on the chopping board tremble and affect the taste, so Vivienne Harmon suppressed the murderous aura dumbfounded and looked helplessly at her son.

Stiles stays away from home all day long, and her family, Raphael, can stay at home forever and be lazy... Can't these two cousins ​​reconcile?

Even though they are all together with Tate, Raffaele still has nothing to do to drill into the studio and music room. The only thing that comforts Vivienne Harmon is that he remembers to pull on when he drills into the studio and music room. Tate, either let Tate model for him, or teach Tate to play the piano.

Oh, by the way, Raffaele is also keen to take care of the flowers and plants in their family yard. The tulips he planted at the beginning are all blooming.

A large sea of ​​purple tulips is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off.

In addition, the blueberry trees, pepper trees, and even the hedges in the yard have been well taken care of, which made Ben and Vivienne think that it would be good for their son to learn gardening design instead of music in the future .

However, no matter how Raffaele and Tate get married, it cannot erase the fact that Raffaele spends the rest of his time at home, from the studio, music room to the courtyard, except for five days a week when he goes to school. pointing fingers.

It wasn't that Vivienne Harmon wanted her son to hang out with other people, or party all night long.In modern society, parties have almost become one of the ways to connect with each other and make friends.It's great that Raffaele spends all day with Tate, but shouldn't he make more friends appropriately?

Vivienne Harmon has always believed in her son's excellence, but he is too aloof. When he enters society in the future, he is very likely to suffer great setbacks.

She is more worried about her son being hurt.

Still the same sentence, on this point, it would be great if Raffaele could neutralize Styles, who has not changed.

Vivienne Harmon looked at Raffaele and sighed deeply, which left Raffaele stunned.

Vivian, what's the matter?

Vivienne Harmon ignored Raffaele. She took the spices and began to show off her skills in the kitchen.Sabrina Brown nodded to Raffaele calmly, indicating that she would find out the reason for Vivienne Harmon's sigh.

At 05:30 in the evening, Vivienne Harmon received a call from Noah Strinski.The bureau has sent a message to let them celebrate the festival well. It is estimated that he will be home before six o'clock.

Well, Noah was able to get home earlier than expected, basically when dinner was ready.

After reading it, I can have a reunion dinner tonight... Wait.

Vivienne Harmon narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a very dangerous tone: "Mickey...why hasn't he come back yet?"

Even if I sneaked out to find friends under the pretense of buying spices, it's been an hour and a half, shouldn't it be almost the same, it's time to come back!

Vivienne Harmon turned a blind eye to his sneaky behavior, and did not call to urge him.In the end, that bastard hasn't come back yet!

Raffaele sat on the sofa in the living room, sensed his surroundings, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

There's more than one bastard who doesn't have a home, and their family, Benson, hasn't come back either.

Raffaele was dazed for a moment. He really didn't know whether he should tell Vivian about the existence of Benson Harmon.Vivian's body is very healthy, and the relationship between husband and wife with Ben is harmonious enough.Naturally, Raffaele would be able to calmly accept the addition of a real human brother or sister crawling around, but there was still no news from Vivian.

He knew that no matter what life was like now, Vivienne would never get out of the shadow of losing Benson.

Or, try to engage in some ghost activities at home, and let Vivienne experience some supernatural events to enhance her mental endurance?At about the same time, he revealed his identity and the existence of Benson Harmon?

It can't be that Ben and Vivienne don't know about Benson's existence.

However, how to operate it is a question worth considering.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy home to the protagonist of the end of time#

Raffaele: Are you okay?Tate is by my side, it's a date when I'm away, it's a date at home, it's the same everywhere.Confident.jpg

Vivienne Harmon: It's a miracle Tate didn't break up with you ==

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Look at my 40-meter broadsword throwing a grenade, and a passer-by throwing a mine, thank you dear~