I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

At the moment of sale, I had already thought about how to escape from here.

The woman didn't know why, and the sales blocked all her sight.

When the jar hit the leather shoes, the salesperson turned around stiffly and silently closed the door.

"Let's go check out the other one first."

The woman noticed something strange and put her hand on the door.

The sales voice came faintly, "One thousand and eighty."

Two hundred cheaper!

The woman stopped and smiled: "Then let's go to another room first."

After happily finalizing, the two closed the door.

Didn't see John at all next to the crib.

Phantom curse.

A magic that allows you to hide yourself.

It is also a magic often used by Aurors.

John glanced at the crib that he accidentally touched. The jar was actually a milk powder bottle.

"What kind of taste is this?"

He couldn't understand the taste of these people. The puppet on the crib also had the words "children's toys" written on it.

But the black circle and the dull skin color really made it hard for John to see how cute it was.

"Do children have such unique tastes?" John fell into deep thought. "I will get Peter one. Will he be impressed?"

Speaking of which, Peter, the child, seems to have lost his temper.

Maybe it was because his dear godfather used him as a bait and made him feel like he was in a dream, and he didn't dare to move after waking up.

After waking up after being kidnapped, Peter thought he was having a dream at home.

He clearly remembered that he was kidnapped, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he was fast asleep on the bed.

Don't talk about him, even Mei felt like she was having a dream.

Honest John told them that it was a dark and stormy night, and the two people were packed away by the evil forces.

Peter didn't understand why he was kidnapped.

John told him of course, "They think you are my son, so of course they want to kidnap you."

Peter became autistic.

John came to his senses and shook his head.

There seems to be no trace of my sister here.

However, the structure of this house is somewhat strange.

John tapped his wand, and the supersensory spell was activated.

The structure of the entire house comes to mind.

There is also a basement here.

Thinking of this, John opened the door and walked out.

The salesman and the woman's family of three who had not yet entered next door watched the closed door open automatically and then close automatically very considerately.

At that moment, the poor materialist also fell into deep thought.

The two children hugged the woman's thigh and shivered.

The salesperson reluctantly said, "One thousand and five."

The woman took a deep breath and shouted three times: "Materialism, materialism, materialism!"

But it’s all like this, and you’re still so materialistic!

She turned to look at the salesperson and said, "I don't want it anymore!"

The salesman's expression changed, he extended his hand to retain him and said, "One thousand!"

The woman froze and turned her head slowly.

The light of materialism once again enveloped her head.

The children cried.

...

John went to the basement, which was locked.

But it was just like the door lock outside. John kicked the door open with one kick.

He walked inside and his eyes fell on the middle of the dank basement.

He waved his hand.

The blanket spread there was torn apart by invisible forces.

The dark blood formed a circle, and the traces of burning candles formed something similar to a magic circle.

John narrowed his eyes, this thing was really some kind of magic circle.

Like a summoning ritual.

Prefer the magic from Kamal Taj.

Not quite the same as the wizard's.

John drew his wand and waved it.

The tip of the wand is sprayed with golden spray, quickly covering the entire basement.

A footprint appeared in the originally empty basement.

The summoning array turned into burning candles, and the fluttering light of the fire looked particularly eerie on the golden spray.

John came closer and saw that the shoe prints on the ground were not men's feet. After he stood still, some kind of ceremony was being performed.

At the end of the ceremony, the surrounding golden spray exploded.

John mused, "There's magic interference."

It shouldn't be the witch, but the magical energy caused by the summons that prevents it from leaking out here.

There was still a trace of magic left here. John's pupils shrank into vertical pupils, and he stretched out his right hand, covering his arm with silver.

Summon the chaotic particles traveling on the magic circle.

The magic of the mage prefers to sacrifice in exchange for power, which is slightly different from the wizard.

Those powers come from different dimensions and are exchanged with the mage's own power to obtain different abilities.

Chaos particles wrapped around the palm of the hand, the silver faded and turned into a ring, and the magic power was sealed inside.

Having finished exploring the house, John walked out of the basement and opened the door to leave.

The sales person who is talking about the contract outside the door wants to get a little higher.

After all, the price of two thousand was already a super low price, but it was suddenly reduced to one thousand, resulting in a loss of half.

"No matter how low it is, I will put money into it." The salesman was about to cry.

The woman also felt a little compassion. Originally, she planned to spend two thousand to buy it.

Now it's down to more than 1000, and I missed it myself.

Just when she was hesitating whether to follow the advice or not, there was movement at the door.

The group of people all turned their heads and saw the door at the door being opened, the door lock beginning to be restored to its original state, and the door closed thoughtfully.

Invisible people walked down the stairs on worn wooden boards.

This scene made the woman turn her head and say very firmly: "Eight hundred!"

Sales really wants to die at the door and give this haunted house another resident who is full of grievances.

In the end, the house became the woman's new home for [-] yuan.

I have to say that poverty can really breed endless courage.

When John returned to the supermarket, the clerk saw him coming and whistled, "Haunted house adventure is fun?"

"It's quite interesting," John raised his eyebrows and said casually, "It's for sale there."

"Ah?" The clerk was stunned, "Anyone else wants that place?"

"Eight hundred."

John said a number and the clerk was silent.

This price makes the workers really excited.

Especially since he still lives with his parents.

Sometimes I am too embarrassed to do things at home that I am too embarrassed to do, and I am even afraid that my treasured film and television works will be found by my parents.

John bought a bottle of water from the supermarket and went out.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he put his right hand on the bottom of the bottle.

That magic power is injected into it.

The water in the bottle spurted out and quickly turned black, turning into a crow struggling to leave.

The crow fluttered in the palm of his hand. John let go of his hand and it flew in one direction.

John followed.

The crow flew towards one of the row of houses.

Standing on the eaves, he made an unpleasant sound.

The people inside seemed to hear the noise. She opened the door and cast a strange look at the crow on the roof.

Soon, she changed her expression and drove away the crows.

"leave here."

She picked up the broom and stood on tiptoe to drive away the crows.

The crow exploded, and the water as black as ink hit the man's head and turned into clear water.

John watched this scene quietly, and he stepped forward.

The woman seemed to notice something. She quickly turned her head and met a pair of eyes that suddenly widened in front of her.

At that moment, it was as if a pair of big hands grabbed her heart, causing the woman to breathe.

After a second, a frightened expression appeared on the woman's face.

"who are you?"

She seemed frightened.

John stared at her with his deep eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips, "Let's talk, witch."

The woman's pupils shrank as her identity was revealed.

She opened her mouth, and John smiled: "You don't want to deceive me, do you?"

The witch opened her mouth several times, and finally nodded heavily.

John studied the witch.

This witch has long wavy black hair and wears a purple sweater, giving her the image of a nosy sister next door.

As if she sensed that John was coming with bad intentions, the witch looked a little afraid.

"who are you?"

The witch pursed her lips, looking timid and afraid, "Agnes."

"Really?" The smile on John's lips made the witch feel something bad.

John asked, "Did you see a blonde witch coming?"

"Blonde witch?" The witch thought for a while, then nodded vigorously, "I saw it, over there at the church in the town."

She pointed to a small church with a bronze bell sitting on the edge of the town.

Maybe the witch was a warm-hearted person and she consciously wanted to take John there.

As the two walked along, there were town residents greeting the witch on the road.

The witch seems to have lived there for a long time, and everyone responds enthusiastically.

Arrive at the church and go inside.

Today is not a Sunday, and the holiness inside has a calming effect.

John looked at her deeply, nodded and said, "Thank you for leading the way."

"You're welcome, Mr. Wick," the witch responded, urging, "What I saw there, was right there!"

She pointed over there, in the first row facing the cross, and there seemed to be a real blond girl sitting there.

She was about to walk over, but John smiled.

"I don't remember telling you the name, Agnes."

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