The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

There is a price to pay for asking for help.

There is no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world.

Locke knew this and was prepared to pay the price.

It's just a tube of blood.

Just give it.

Could it be that the old black woman in front of him still dared to use his blood to curse him?

Compared with the loss of power that he doesn't know the reason for now, if he feels that he is cursed next time, there will be a clear suspect.

Locke didn't hide it, he directly looked at the black witch Oaks in front of him and told the secret of why he was so confident.

"I bet I can find you before you curse me to death."

"...You are very confident, Mr. Underwood."

"Thanks."

Locke happily accepted the compliment from the black witch Oaks this time, and then said: "So, do you have a way to find out the reason for the loss of my power?"

The Black Witch stood up from her seat and invited Locke into her studio.

"This way."

"Thank you!"

Hearing this, Locke thanked him sincerely and then stood up.

He has always been a gentlemanly man.

Still the same sentence.

As long as the black witch can help him, he really doesn't mind leaving a tube of his own blood as payment.

And the Black Witch has no idea of ​​using Locke's blood to curse Locke.

It was just the first time in her life that she met a being like Locke who had a strong vampire aura but was not a vampire.

If you want to survive the long years, you must find a hobby for yourself.

Some black witches choose black magic, and some black witches choose to treat human beings like consumables.

She is different, she likes to stay at home and do her own little research.

Push the door open.

Locke walked into the Black Witch's studio and saw a dazzling array of various experimental products displayed inside.

There was a severed hand with an eye growing out of its palm inside a glass jar.

There is also a glass jar in which individual lungs sprout facial features.

One sentence.

Very curious.

Locke's expression did not change as he glanced at these curious test subjects.

Natasha, who followed in, looked at the collection and frowned.

"Ms. Oaks, these..."

"Don't worry, I've always been law-abiding."

Black Witch Oaks knew what Natasha wanted to say, so she explained directly: "I bought these things from the funeral parlor in the town. They can easily sell these things to me."

Natasha opened her mouth, but finally chose to remain silent.

Black Witch Oakes led the two of them through the collection area and then came to a room with a fireplace.

There is a blazing flame in the fireplace, but the color of the flame is a faint blue. If you look at it for a long time, you can seem to see a figure howling in the blue flame.

Black Witch Oaks explained again: "A few days ago, a robber came into my store. I warned him, but he didn't listen. I have surveillance, if you need to see it."

This was said to Natasha from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha shook her head: "I believe you."

Locke looked at the tormenting soul and looked at the black witch with interest: "Can I learn witchcraft?"

Black Witch Oakes was slightly startled when she heard this question and looked at Locke.

"You want to learn witchcraft?"

"Well, is that okay?"

When people are in the martial arts world, what they pay attention to is that they have many skills and don't overwhelm themselves.

Dark Witch Oakes smiled.

"certainly."

"You will teach..."

"But first, I'm afraid you need to undergo a sex reassignment operation. Otherwise, our heroic space will not recognize you, Mr. Underwood."

"...Space of Heroes?" Locke heard a new extraordinary term.

The black witch Oaks greeted the two of them to sit down and explained: "Our witchcraft power comes from the heroic spirit space that the black witches of all generations will go to after death. This is why we black witches can understand a lot after awakening. "

There is a limit to the knowledge a person can learn.

This is especially true for dark-skinned people.

But the first black woman who created the lineage of black witches thought of the fact that there is strength in numbers, and created a heroic space unique to black witches. From then on, the black witches in the future can quickly wake up after awakening. The inherited knowledge of black witches from past generations.

After Locke listened to the explanation of the black witch Oaks, he was amazed and praised.

He is carrying people in a sedan chair, let alone asking for help from others. Naturally, he will not be stingy with his praise.

Of course.

Locke is even more confident that the black witch Oaks can solve his confusion.

soon.

The black witch Oaks also got to the point, asking Locke to stretch out his hands.

Locke did so, raised his hands, and then watched the black witch Oaks hold her hands.

moment.

Bang!

The flames in the fireplace flickered, and the eyes of the black witch Oaks began to turn white under the gaze of Locke and Natasha.

Locke closed his eyes.

He could feel that a consciousness entered the blood pool space that he could not enter when he was awake.

But Locke didn't feel his mind being invaded.

Obviously.

The black witch Oakes was true to her appearance and said that the reward was a tube of his blood, so she did not take the opportunity to pry into his mind.

After a while.

The white in the eyes of the black witch Oaks slowly disappeared.

After Locke felt his consciousness exit his blood pool space, he also opened his eyes and looked at the black witch Oaks.

"How?"

"Sorry."

"Hmm?"

Seeing the confusion on Locke's face, the black witch Oaks shook her head and said, "I am not omnipotent, Mr. Underwood. The world is big. Although I have lived long enough, there are still some things in this world that we cannot understand."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"So, you don't know the reason?"

"Not entirely."

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The black witch Oaks explained: "Although I don't know who is stealing your power, I can feel that he didn't steal it intentionally."

Locke frowned.

"Can you explain?"

"He stole your power not intentionally, but out of instinct, the survival instinct that exists in all living things."

"...Survival?"

"Yes, I can feel that if he doesn't do this, he will die."

"Hiss!"

Locke took a breath of cold air: "Then he didn't consider that if he did this, would I die?"

Fortunately, he used bloody drinks to replenish it in time at the beginning, and he upgraded his ability half a month ago.

But half a month ago, he upgraded his ability to control the lost power from three-fifths to one-tenth.

But now another half a month has passed, and the lost power has increased from one-tenth to two-tenths.

At this rate, in another nine and a half months, he is afraid that he will hold on to the bloody drink.

What is this?

Is it self-interested at the expense of others?

Locke actually does not reject this kind of self-interested behavior, but there is a premise.

That is, he is the one who is self-interested.

But now.

He belongs to the attribute of harming others.

Shit!

Locke was extremely speechless.

Damn it, just wait for me, don't let me catch you, I will crush you to pieces...

Just when Locke was thinking about how to deal with this thief who stole his power.

The black witch Oaks spoke again: "Although I don't know where this power comes from, I can be sure that he stole the power because you allowed it."

Locke raised his eyes and glanced at the black witch Oaks.

"Am I crazy?"

"No."

The black witch Oaks smiled and said: "No one will allow others to take their power, because it will make themselves weak, especially the vampires."

Locke felt Natasha's eyes cast on him again, and looked at the black witch Oaks.

"I don't admit that I am a vampire."

"Yes, but you will be the ancestor."

The black witch Oaks said such a confusing sentence, and then changed the subject and looked at Locke: "Maybe you didn't allow this power to be lent out, but he can borrow your power, which means that deep in your heart, you don't reject him, otherwise, no one can borrow your power, Mr. Underwood."

After listening to this, Locke not only did not explain the confusion in his heart, but became more confused.

"Do I allow him to do this deep down?"

"Yes."

"Even if he makes me weak?"

"Yes."

"I'm crazy to allow it."

Locke's eyebrows twitched, then he sighed and rubbed his eyebrows: "So if you can't help me locate this thief, then tell me, do you know anyone who can help me solve my confusion?"

The black witch Oakes smiled and said, "I have an old friend who lives in Falls Town near Dutchess County. She is from the Salem Black Witch Family. Maybe she can help you. Her name is Sheila Bennett, but I don't know if she is still alive."

Dutchess County, Sheila Bennett.

"That's enough."

Locke wrote down the location and name, smiled slightly, glanced across the table, then grabbed a silver knife and a glass jar on the table, and directly cut his wrist under Natasha's shocked eyes.

Instant.

Blood dripped into the glass jar.

By the time Natasha reacted, Locke had retracted his right hand and placed it on his mouth.

Locke looked at the black witch Oaks: "This is the reward."

The black witch Oaks looked at the blood in the glass jar.

"I didn't help you."

"For me, I have helped. I am a person of my word, Ms. Oaks."

Locke smiled slightly, then looked at Natasha beside him: "Let's go."

Natasha came back to her senses, looked at Locke who had turned around and walked away, said goodbye to the black witch Oaks, and then caught up with Locke who had walked out of the store and got into the car.

After she returned to the co-pilot, the first thing she did was to grab Locke's right hand and look at the wound on it.

But...

"Where is the wound?"

"It's a small wound, it has healed long ago."

"..."