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Rhode glanced over and then looked away.

The expression on his face was quite puzzled, as he didn't remember knowing these two people.

"Hello, we are the new neighbors."

"We just moved in today, so we brought some small gifts for the neighbors."

The middle-aged couple outside the door introduced themselves with enthusiasm.

"I'm Tasha, and this is my husband, Brewer."

"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

"No, we still need to visit the other neighbors. You're welcome to visit our new home when you have time."

Watching the enthusiastic couple leave, Rhode suddenly felt something was not quite right.

The houses around here were already full, so where did these new neighbors come from?

The only empty house seemed to be that one.

Rhode looked into the distance.

A three-story detached villa.

Classic European luxury-style architecture, a separate courtyard, and even a swimming pool.

Except for the fact that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time and looked a bit desolate, it was perfect.

For most people in the Lighthouse Country, this kind of antique house with history and provenance is very popular in the real estate industry.

However, this house was a well-known haunted house.

In the short span of three years that he knew of, this haunted house had already changed owners three times.

At least four or five people had died in the house.

As for earlier times, even more people had died in this haunted house.

After all, this haunted house has a history of hundreds of years.

Who knows how many people have died inside.

With so many deaths, the police naturally conducted a special investigation into this haunted house, but the conclusion was consistent.

All the previous owners died accidentally.

But in the eyes of the surrounding neighbors, this was a haunted house haunted by evil spirits.

As a materialist, he certainly wouldn't have believed in such outrageous things as evil spirits and haunted houses in the past.

But now, Rhode felt it was hard to say.

Since werewolves could really exist, what was so surprising about the appearance of a few evil spirits?

Although it's not the same world.

Returning to the house, Rhode looked at the souvenir in his hand.

Although he didn't really like interacting with strangers.

But since they had taken the initiative to visit, it seemed a little impolite not to return the favor.

"What should I prepare?"

Rhode stroked his chin.

The return gift didn't need to be too expensive. Usually, some handmade snacks would suffice.

But he didn't know how to make snacks or anything like that.

"Haunted house..."

Rhode stroked his chin and thought of the potionology he had just mastered.

In potionology, there seemed to be potions that could make evil spirits appear and drive them away.

Moreover, it seemed quite simple to make.

As for the materials, he had them all in his personal space.

He had to thank the old witch for her selfless dedication.

"It's still a few lives at least."

Rhode muttered softly, intending to make a few amulets for the new neighbors.

"Mugwort, garlic, lemon, a few drops of holy water..."

The ingredients were all common materials, and the only thing that was relatively difficult to find was the so-called holy water.

The so-called holy water, to put it bluntly, was purified water held in sacred silverware used for prayer and baptism in churches.

After being blessed by divine power, it had the power to drive away evil spirits.

In ordinary churches, the so-called holy water was basically useless.

Only in those large churches could you perhaps find real holy water.

However, this was not a problem for him.

Rhode took out his crucifix necklace and directly soaked it in the water.

His crucifix necklace was a holy silver magic item blessed with divine power, so the water it soaked in was naturally holy water.

Chapter 23: Can't Handle It? The Firepower Isn't Strong Enough!

In just a few minutes.

Several amulets had already been made.

Rhode put away the amulets.

Suddenly remembering something, he took out his weapon from his personal space.

A sawed-off double-barreled shotgun.

"The weapon also needs to be strengthened."

When facing the werewolf transformed from the witch before, he realized that the power of this gun was a bit too weak.

When dealing with ordinary werewolves, it could barely kill them with one shot.

When dealing with the werewolf transformed from the witch, two shots to the head only injured the opponent and did not kill them.

And that was just dealing with werewolves.

Although werewolves were quite strong, they were not even ranked among the many magical creatures.

The legendary griffins and cyclops...

Any of these high-level magical creatures could easily kill werewolves.

Not to mention the dragons that could destroy a country with a thought.

With the scattergun in his hand, he wanted to kill a dragon?

He would laugh out loud if he could break the dragon's hard scales.

Although he might not encounter such powerful magical creatures, he had to be prepared.

"Since one shotgun can't kill it, then use a few more."

Rhode gently stroked his chin.

He didn't believe there was anything that couldn't be killed.

Dragons, celestial masters, demons.

If it can't be killed, the only explanation is that the firepower is not strong enough.

Truth only exists within the range of artillery. If a scattergun can't kill it, then use a missile.

If a missile can't kill it, then use a nuclear bomb.

Even a god will die as long as there is enough firepower.

Can't handle it?

That only means that the firepower is insufficient.

He couldn't get a few missiles, but he could get a few scatterguns.

As long as you have money, you can buy as many as you want.

This is the free Lighthouse Country.

Riding his bike to the city, he bought a used pickup truck.

After inquiring around, Rhode found a less-than-reputable gun shop and directly imported a batch of legal firearms.

Although the gun shop owner looked at him a little strangely, he wouldn't let go of such a fat sheep that came to his door.

He directly cleared out a wave of the gun shop's inventory.

Returning home, Rhode looked at the guns on the pickup truck, which were almost piled up.

He couldn't help but sigh at how easy it was to buy a gun in the Lighthouse Country, just like buying groceries at the supermarket.

Moreover, the price was ridiculously cheap.

Small-caliber pistols only cost about one hundred US dollars each.

Slightly better revolvers only cost two or three hundred US dollars.

Rifles mostly cost more than five hundred US dollars, but they didn't exceed one thousand US dollars.

Only the price of sniper rifles was slightly more expensive, costing thousands of US dollars.

He only spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy this carload of guns.

He unloaded the guns from the car and categorized them by type.

Pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, rifles.

Rhode selected that pile of pistols and directly started sacrificing them.

Although the power of scatterguns was terrifying, pistols were more practical most of the time.

Small size, concentrated lethality.

Unlike scatterguns, which have a wide range of damage and can easily injure others.

With so many guns, he didn't know what he could sacrifice.

"Sacrifice!"

Whoosh!

In the dim room, a ray of light flashed.

Dozens of pistols of different models were piled up in front of Rhode.

As the sacrifice ability was activated, all the pistols disappeared instantly.

A mass of dark light bloomed in Rhode's hand, slowly condensing into a black revolver.

On the dark gun body, there were red spiral patterns.

It looked alluring and deadly.

He sacrificed a pile of guns and only got this one gun?

Rhode narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up the black revolver on the ground.

Very heavy!

It looked no different from an ordinary revolver, but it weighed at least three times as much as an ordinary revolver.

Fortunately, his physique was now superhuman, and such a small weight was not a burden to him.