I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 146: Great Strength and Wooden Brass Knuckles

Solomon's seventy-two demons.

Su Fan frowned when he heard this.

This is the existence described in the widely circulated occult book "The Key of Solomon", both in the past life and this life.

Solomon, who received wisdom from God, signed a pact with seventy-two demons and branded them on their necks.

Each brand represents a demon.

“Baimon, known as the King of the Angels, is said to have profound attainments in science, art, and mysticism.

This knowledge can be imparted to humanity in an instant."

Sam in the antique shop read the information recorded in the book.

"On the way to the antique shop, Dean and I pretended to be relatives of the girl, and learned from the teacher that the girl had a very high artistic talent."

"She is the vessel of Baimon."

Hearing this, Su Fan finally spoke.

"You are wrong, it is the current container."

"Baimon prefers male bodies. His goal is to seize the body of Peter, the girl's brother."

"Those cultists who believe in Baimon will help him complete the transfer at all costs."

"You and Dean continue investigating, and help me keep an eye on the antique shop. I'll be back to get the sword in a while. Call me if there's anything."

"……clear."

After hanging up the phone, Sam looked up and saw Dean who was preparing before, and suddenly stopped.

"Will the holy water we prepared be effective against a demon god of Baimon's level?"

Dean's question made Sam silent.

When facing the demon that possessed Meg, the two discovered that holy water was not so effective against stronger demons.

According to the level arrangement and sequence, Baimeng is the best among the seventy-two demons.

According to legend, he is one of the nine kings of hell, commanding 200 demon legions and entrenched in the northwest of hell.

If the legends are true, then even if it possesses a person, it is not something that ordinary exorcists can deal with.

"Keep investigating, maybe we can find some weakness of Baimon."

"That's right. If we really work together to kill Baimon."

"Then dealing with the bastard who killed my mother shouldn't be a problem."

Dean suddenly smiled optimistically
"Be more confident. It's just a demon that can act by possessing a human body. It's not the real one."

"Maybe Su will still be counting on us to rescue him by then."

As he spoke, Dean picked up the laptop next to him, but his expression soon changed.

"Fuck! This antique shop of Su's isn't connected to the internet!"
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In the police station, Su Fan hung up the phone and looked at the detective.

The latter seemed to have something to say when he called just now.

“I’ve seen this pattern before.”

The detective looked unhappy and continued.

"Before you came, Su, a police officer came to deliver information. The thing he wore around his neck was exactly the same as the pattern on the paper."

"That police officer has been working in the police station for more than a year, and he usually behaves normally..."

"He must have joined the sect recently, but this should be a wake-up call for you."

Su Fan paused.

"The demon we are dealing with this time has the ability to grant believers knowledge of science, art, and the mystic."

"You need to pay special attention to the technical talents in the police station and those in the relevant departments in the community."

"Such a large-scale operation would not be possible to be so secretive without the cooperation of relevant government personnel."

Listening to Su Fan's unhurried voice, the detective realized that he seemed to have oversimplified the cult.

They are not a group of crazy people who only know how to shout and kill, but living people hidden in the society with various identities.

The believers who infiltrated the corners were no different from ordinary people on weekdays.

But at certain critical moments, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of his colleagues, friends, family, and even his own life to the evil existence he believed in.

The most terrifying thing is that they are organized and disciplined, and even more capable than ordinary public officials.

For example, this time, if Carl didn’t happen to have the amulet and happened to discover their conspiracy.

Maybe they didn't know what happened until they achieved their goal. The detective suddenly discovered.

Ghosts are scary, but human hearts are just as vicious as ghosts.

"Su, be careful."

The detective's tone was serious.

Su Fan nodded slightly, jumped lightly from the window, and disappeared in front of the detective.

The latter took a deep breath.

To catch the traitor, you still need a trustworthy helper.

In the entire police station, Carl, who possesses the amulet, is the least likely person to be manipulated.

Thinking of this, the detective dialed the landline phone at hand.

"Ask Carl to come to my office."

……

After coming out of the police station, Su Fan quickly returned to the antique shop.

After opening the door, I only saw Sam flipping through a book, but no sign of Dean.

"Where's Dean?"

"I went to the nearby Starbucks to use the wifi."

Sam's answer made Su Fan feel a little embarrassed.

He didn't buy a computer, so naturally he didn't connect an Internet cable to his antique shop.

Labor costs are expensive, and Internet fees are also expensive.

"How's the inquiry going?"

"There is no useful information. Most of it records how powerful Baimon is, when it will appear, and how to defeat it. There is no mention of it."

Sam closed the book.

"Since there is no way to target the weakness, let's just force it."

Su Fan was not disappointed either.

"There is a Chinese saying that one can defeat ten skills with one's strength."

"What do you mean?"

Sam asked curiously.

"Great strength brings about miracles."

As soon as Su Fan finished speaking, he took out another stack of yellow paper and began to grind ink.

There is no other way but to force it.

Do you have to wait until the other party possesses a suitable container and then come to attack?
This time I drew twenty or thirty... no, fifty or sixty Five Thunder Talismans.

Just use the Five Thunder Talismans to pile up on him!

When Su Fan was halfway through his preparations, Sam suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that a package just arrived. I signed for it for you."

Hearing this, Su Fan stopped what he was doing and turned around to ask.

"Where's the stuff?"

"At this."

Sam took out a small paper box, feeling somewhat confused.

Just now he could even see the surprise in Su Fan's eyes.

After spending some time together, Sam realized that Su Fan was not the kind of person who would show his emotions on his face.

The thing that could make him look like this must be some extraordinary treasure.

After handing the box to Su Fan, Sam watched him unpack the box intently.

But what was placed in the box was actually a piece of wood.