The Adventures of American Comics' Big Monster and Black Widow

"About two months ago, I bought two clay figurines from an Indian stall."

"Clay Doll" Sean nodded. He remembered that in the movie Suicide Squad, Jon Muen, an archaeologist, unscrewed the seal of a clay doll in a cave in South America and was then possessed by it. "Then what is the trend?" So you bought those clay manuscripts?"

Jon Muen put the milk cup on the table, pulled off his finger, and said: "The reason is that I heard someone calling my name. Following the source of the sound, I found the clay doll. This is very interesting. Crazy, right? Since I believed clay dolls could talk, I bought them without hesitation."

"It sounds incredible, if you haven't been exposed to any mysterious powers before that."

It was like a person suddenly facing a collapse of the world view one day. It would take some time to adapt to it. But she was lucky. She realized that the people calling her name were two clay dolls. Instead of being afraid, she bought them and took them away. .

Hearing Sean's words, Jon Muen lowered his head in agreement and continued to explain: "At that time, I just thought that they might bring some changes to my ordinary life of twenty-four years. As an illustrator, I have to work hard every day. The drawing paper does make a difference now." Jon Muen regretfully pulled his fingers harder.

"hiss"

The sound of pain from his fingers made Jon Muen take a breath.

It was such a bad day. She looked at the middle finger of her left hand that had been damaged by herself. There was a shallow bruise there.

Sean saw Jon Muen's actions and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: "Maybe your fingers need to be treated."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"I thought you would refuse and make a decision like our Chinese side's determination."

"Well, that was a bad decision." Jon Muen put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it, with a frustrated look on his face.

His career as an illustrator has been ruined, could he be any more unlucky? Jon Muen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The answer is yes.

"But I don't have a first aid kit here. You should realize that people like me don't need these items."

Sean's voice also sounded when she was sucking her fingers. When the other person spoke, she naturally wanted to speak back. Her tongue and fingers intertwined with her teeth, and then, inappropriately, the tip of her tongue hit the hole of the gun.

In an instant, Jon Muen stuck out his finger. The pain from the tip of his tongue was much stronger than the previous pain on his finger. Tears flowed down along with a whimper.

"woooooo"

Sean, who had seen everything in his eyes, raised his forehead and was stunned. Who did he and Amanda want? Fortunately, they were the only ones here now. Natasha, who knew him well, went back to the room in anger. There were no outsiders, otherwise she would let him If others saw it, they might think they had done something to her.

It took several minutes for the sobbing to stop.

The conversation between the two continued after Sean used a red light ring to emit light to relieve the pain in her fingers and tongue.

"Because it was the clay dolls that clearly called my name. After buying the clay dolls, I tried to communicate with them, but I got no response. It wasn't until I fell asleep at night that the witch appeared in my dream."

Jon Muen thought of that night.

After she fell asleep, the witch appeared in her dream, or perhaps she was taken to another dimension.

In the quiet and dark space on the side, she could neither see nor hear anything. The ground she stepped on felt hard, as if she were on a rock.

It was dark and silent. She couldn't determine a direction for herself to find an exit, so she could only stand where she was.

Just like that, I don’t know how long time passed.

A bit of light suddenly appeared not far away in front of him, and then gradually grew in size, and the fire appeared, allowing Jon Muen to see clearly this space. It was not big, it was just a six-pointed star space the size of an ordinary room.

At the same time, he also saw a woman in green robe tied to a stone pillar behind the fire by a rope chain made of black mist.

, "Joan"

"It's you who is calling me." She leaned out half her body, but did not dare to move her feet forward.

Hearing her words, the woman in green robe raised her lips and showed a strange smile: "Qiong, I have been waiting for you for a long time, for centuries, and now you are finally here."

She took a few steps back in surprise: "I don't know you."

"No, you know us. We are one body, otherwise how could you hear my call." The green-robed woman's eyes glowed green and cold, "Now, let us embrace each other, Jon Muen."

"hey-hey"

The green-robed woman's gloomy laughter echoed throughout the space, filling her eardrums and nerves.

Frightened and helpless.

She ran to the edge of the space and slapped the brown wall.

She thought it was a useless struggle, but her subconscious instinct for help made her do this. Due to inertia, she passed through the wall without warning, staggered and fell to the ground.

Another hexagram space.

She saw a familiar scene unfold, the light turned into a fire, the woman in green robe

She began to break into one space after another, but she always saw the same face. Later, she gave up escaping because there was no way to escape.

Seeing that she gave up resistance, a green light six-pointed star array pattern appeared on the palm of the green-robed woman, and the black mist and green light began to blend together and enveloped her.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes and found that she was no longer in the hexagram space, nor was she in her room.

There was a feeling of fluid flowing from her fingers, and she felt something was wrong, and the air was filled with a fishy smell.

She raised her hand in confusion and put it to her forehead so that she could see what it was in the dim space.

"drop"

A drop of liquid dripped down the heel of his hand onto his face.

She could also clearly see the red color of the liquid in her hands.

Blood, this was her first thought.

She wanted to stand up, but her legs were unable to move. She could only turn her head and look sideways, seeing the flowing blood and corpses, including men and women, old and young.

Death has no distinction.

"what"

She screamed.

"what"

"what"

These are echoes.

The echo was broken by a "bang" in the next second, which was the sound of the door being broken. She saw a group of soldiers armed with firearms rushing in.

"Ma'am, please raise your hands." The blond soldier pointed his gun at her.

She raised her hands in response, but she was lying down, making the scene very funny.

Afterwards, she was taken away by the soldiers, along with a heart glowing green not far from her.

She was then taken to Belle Reve Prison in Louisiana and imprisoned.

There, she met a cold black woman, who said he hoped to use her evil and her strength.

She didn't understand the meaning of the woman's words. It wasn't until the man opened the safe and poked the heart inside that she realized that a pair of hands wrapped in black mist were holding her back, and then she was left with only a vague consciousness.

Later, the owner of the pair of hands holding hers took the initiative to contact her.

She knew that she had become the body of a witch.