Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke rubbed his hands together and said.

The female security guard carefully examined Locke's face with a kerosene lamp, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes.

"I'm not asking you to undergo an examination here. Come back with me."

The security guard brandished an iron bar, threatening the boy.

Even without weapons, Locke was not confident he could defeat her; she was a female warrior who could kill a brown bear with her bare hands!

Locke glanced at the black cat on his shoulder. Miss Eileen didn't seem to have any intention of helping him, so he could only follow the female security guard.

We entered a warehouse inside the factory.

Locke saw people reveling in the warehouse; men and women, disheveled and dazed, were doing unspeakable things.

These are clearly factory workers, but at this moment they all seem to be immersed in intense lust.

The Vis tribe's female security guard instantly revealed her true colors, grabbing Locke's collar and licking her lips.

"Little lamb, let me check what you've hidden inside your clothes."

"Wait, ma'am."

Locke's small frame was easily pushed over by the female security guard, and in the critical moment, he could only call for the witch.

"Xiao Ai, I'll make you braised beef noodles tomorrow."

The black cat leaped onto the female security guard's shoulder, pinning her to the ground. Locke managed to roll away in time to avoid the mountain of flesh's attack.

The burly female security guard slid against the ground with a dull thud and passed out.

The black cat Eileen returned to Locke's head and pointed with her paw at the group of disheveled people who were doing their work.

"If you find something good, go and pick it up."

"what?"

Locke instinctively resisted the thought, "They're using Impact, so let's not bother them, okay?"

Eileen narrowed her eyes, intending to use her claws to inflict an unbearable weight on Locke as well.

Locke took a difficult first step before her furry black claws came down.

Chapter 22, Strange Objects

In the very center of the crowd, Locke saw an extremely beautiful red-haired woman whose skin seemed to glow, and a seemingly ordinary black stone necklace hanging around her fair neck.

Eileen's goal was that black stone necklace.

Locke easily pushed aside the exhausted people and came to the red-haired woman's side.

As he pulled the young man off her, Locke felt an inextinguishable desire ignite within him the moment his eyes met those of the red-haired woman.

Snapped--

Black Cat Eileen slapped him just in time, bringing Locke back to his senses.

Locke reached out and roughly ripped the necklace off the red-haired woman's neck.

Fearing he might be infected by that seemingly seductive emotion again, he quickly retreated.

However, the moment he took the necklace, the red-haired woman's face seemed to change. Her features became extremely ordinary, her fair skin turned sallow, and her indescribable charm vanished without a trace.

Conversely, Locke, holding the necklace, became the most dazzling presence in everyone's eyes.

His already handsome features became even more refined and three-dimensional, and he exuded an aura that made people want to get close to him.

"Come on."

Eileen grabbed Locke with her claws and flung him away before the group of mindless people could pounce on him.

She followed closely behind until she met Locke by a large tree next to the barbed wire fence.

Locke, hanging on the tree branch, felt dizzy and only regained his senses after being swatted by the black cat's claws again.

"Walk."

Eileen urged.

Locke got up, climbed over the barbed wire fence, and sprinted towards Old Tom's apartment at top speed.

Although he did not experience a life-or-death crisis, Locke felt that he had just experienced a crisis that was even more terrifying than a life-or-death crisis.

The way those people looked at him clearly showed they wanted to tear him apart.

She figured if she had been a second later, she would have become the next redhead.

Locke held the black stone necklace in his hand, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

As he ran, pedestrians returning home at night, homeless people sleeping on the streets, and sheriffs on duty, regardless of age or gender, all cast infatuated glances at him and gradually moved uncontrollably toward Locke.

If Eileen hadn't grabbed the necklace in time, they might have chased Locke around the West End.

Locke's back was soaked with sweat.

When he got home, he nervously and quickly closed the iron gate, leaned against it, and slowly slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Hannah, who was still awake, came out of her room and looked at Locke in surprise.

"Locke, what's wrong? You're sweating so much."

"I was discovered by a female security guard who was lustful and chased me for three blocks."

Locke said, panting.

Hannah walked to his side with a guilty look on her face and squatted down. "Thank you, Locke. It should have been my turn to go."

"You're welcome."

Locke took a glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to Hannah.

"If the water quality of this sample is the same as that of the previous Cécile River, it will prove that the water pollution was indeed caused by the Las László gold refinery."

"Uh-huh."

Hannah took the glass bottle and immediately went to boil water, wanting Locke to have a comfortable hot bath.

Locke didn't refuse. After sweating so much, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight without taking a shower.

In addition, we don't lack 10-meter bags at home now.

Hannah boiled water for Locke and poured it into a bucket.

Locke carried a bucket of hot water to the public restroom to take a bath; since he didn't have a bathroom at home, this was the only way to cope.

Thinking about how Hannah always took baths like that, Locke had the idea of ​​moving.

Unfortunately, neither of the siblings is currently employed. If Hannah were to become a journalist again because of this news report, she could consider moving to an apartment with a private bathroom.

Locke was taking a shower when he suddenly noticed a black cat standing on the bathroom door.

"Miss Eileen, aren't you embarrassed to look at me like that?"

"You lowly servant, do you think I'm lusting after your body? I simply wanted to ask if braised beef noodles are for breakfast or lunch?"

Eileen proudly raised her head, showing no interest whatsoever in the boy.

Locke, sweating profusely, said while washing his body,

"breakfast."

"it is good."

Eileen was about to leave when Locke called her back.

"Miss Eileen, what exactly is that black stone?"

"The official description calls this a strange object. In reality, it's a stone tainted with the aura of a witch of desire. It was probably worn by her for a long time and then discarded. It was picked up by that red-haired woman who longed to be popular, and that's what you see here."

Eileen explained.

"Strange object? What's that? Wait, is there really a witch of desire?"

Locke asked in surprise.

"Of course, they are born succubi."

Eileen said calmly, "So-called strange objects are those things that possess special and strange abilities, and it's best for ordinary people not to touch them."

"Then why doesn't this stone affect you?"

"Because I am also a witch, and unlike those witches who only excel in one area, I am omnipotent..."

When Eileen said this, she didn't show any pride; instead, she seemed somewhat sad.

Locke didn't understand why she was so down, but it was definitely good news for him anyway.

The all-powerful witch!

In other words, the superpowers that can be obtained by feeding oneself cover a wide range of fields!

After taking a shower, Locke got dressed, picked up his bucket, and left the washroom.

Back at the apartment, Hannah was fiddling with the charcoal brazier.

Her face was blackened by charcoal, turning her into a spotted cat, and finally the flames ignited.