Marvel’s Princess Chapter 499: The Witches of Salem

Seeing that there was no signal on the mobile phone at all, and that as long as several people walked out of the haunted house for a hundred meters, they would return to this house again, Mark Russell sighed. He really couldn't use science to explain the series of things that happened in front of him. , he could only go to the side to support his wife.

Emma Russell's spiritual vision is just like Kakashi's Sharingan. It doesn't know how to close it at all. It stays open 24 hours a day, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts are everywhere in its sight. It runs continuously at high load. The mental burden on her brain was huge, and her psychic vision was almost exhausted.

Seeing that her husband was depressed, she thoughtfully encouraged him.

"Remember the fireplace ghost we killed last month? It's quite interesting to think about it now. You took the cross and killed the ghost in one go."

Hearing his wife’s comfort, Mark Russell felt extremely sad. Those fireplace ghosts and doll ghosts were all routines. They were ghosts that had been screened by Bella in the early stage. They were obviously the lowest ghosts, and the one in front of him was There is no comparison at all.

Just as he was about to make a casual joke, he suddenly noticed that his wife was grabbing his palm with great strength.

Emma Russell looked at the corner in panic: "There in the corner, that...can you see it?"

Mark Russell looked up, and the sight immediately frightened him.

I saw a tall figure wearing a nun's robe standing in the shadow of the corner. If I didn't look carefully, I wouldn't have noticed that there was another 'person' standing here. It was obviously a sacred nun's robe, but it matched that fierce ghost face. The ordinary face, but produced a kind of terrifying evil, the Russell couple felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

As if feeling their gazes, the ghost nun turned her head slightly and looked at them sinisterly, and then showed an expression that could not tell whether she was laughing or crying.

The ghost nun seemed to want them to see her face clearly, her face poked out from the shadows, and as if to demonstrate, she showed her fangs at the couple, as if she wanted to bite them to death.

Mark Russell was so frightened that he waved the cross and recited the scriptures he knew loudly, turning them over and over again.

The ghost nun smiled silently, Bible? Without Bella's advice, she would have gone over and read with this man, which would scare you to death! Now? There are still tasks to do now.

Her feet did not touch the ground and she floated directly from the door to the inner corridor of the first floor. As she turned the corner, she quickly disappeared from the eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Russell.

The appearance of the ghost nun seemed to represent an omen, and a series of changes followed, and few people knew whether it was for the better or for the worse.

The "dong-dong-dong" sound of the ball hitting the ground has now become a "dong-dong-ah" sound.

The doors and windows in the room kept banging when they were fine, and now there seemed to be some inaudible tunes mixed in with the banging.

A few people listened attentively. It seemed like music at a funeral. The more they listened, the more unpleasant it became.

We can’t survive, right? Such mournful music is meant to mourn a few people, right?

The room was already as cold as an ice cellar, and now it is even colder, not to mention the children of the Perron family who were affected by the haunted house for two whole weeks, and even Qin, who has been traveling around for many years, often going for walks in the North and South Poles. Professor Ze felt extremely cold, and there was ice in the breath that several people exhaled.

Then greater movement occurred.

The sound of "ka ka ka" made several people a little confused. What is this noise? It seems like someone is demolishing the house?

"It seems that we are saved. That... that particularly dangerous premonition has disappeared?" Emma Russell still has some sense of ability, and she said uncertainly at this time.

A few people have some expectations in their hearts. Is someone coming to save them?

But they waited for a long time, but the rescue they imagined still did not appear.

"Don't worry, it may take a while, and we will be able to go out soon." Mr. and Mrs. Russell quickly encouraged everyone, hoping that everyone could hold on for a while.

It's not that Bella didn't want to pull them out of the mezzanine space, but she encountered a little trouble outside.

The Revenge Ghost Alliance's operation went smoothly. It took little effort on her part to capture the ghost of the witch who was the main body of the haunted house.

She used ice to trap the ghost of this crazy witch. This guy was not exactly like the ghost of Xiao and Miss Harmon back then. She was more like the spirit body that remained after she gave up her physical body.

Bella looked at her state. The witch was a madman during her lifetime. She brutally killed black slaves, her neighbors, her husband, and finally sacrificed her own children. There was no value in keeping her.

She just wanted to kill the witch's ghost directly and completely solve this incident.

Her ice squeezed from all sides to the middle, preparing to crush the witch ghost.

But after the spiritual energy gathered in the center, it did not touch any spirit body. The ghost was teleported out by some force before it was about to perish.

"Huh?" Bella saw on the other side of the room, the ghost that should have been completely destroyed suddenly appeared in the corner. The ghost was ignorant and had no idea that he had escaped. At this time, he was still standing stupidly. Run in circles.

A white-haired, old-fashioned, wrinkled old woman wearing a shabby silk robe looked at the ghost, as if she was recalling some distant past.

Bella felt a bit slapped in the face. The other party's method of saving the ghost was very similar to the way she saved the Kama Taj's disciple from Victor a while ago.

A black cat emerged from the old woman's arm. The black cat grinned at her. The old woman patted the black cat's head as if to comfort her.

Bella's eyes shifted from the ghost, and she carefully identified the technique the old woman had used before: "What a powerful teleportation spell. Is it a spell that relies on blood circulation? Let me guess, you take care of this The story... definitely wasn’t passed by. Are you a witch who survived the Salem Trials? That’s amazing. You’ve survived to this day thanks to your magic power?”

Bella was really surprised. She felt that her previous conclusion was a bit arbitrary. It cannot be said that these witches who learned African spells were all useless. The old woman in front of her made her a little confused.

The old woman is not as clear as Victor, and not as unfathomable as Gu Yi. To Bella, the old woman is unknown, at a level where it is difficult to judge who is strong and who is weak without taking action.

The old woman's voice was extremely erratic: "My name is Agatha Harkness. Nice to meet you, young man."

Bella smiled silently, pointed to the ghost that was still spinning on the side and said: "Mrs. Harkness, are you here to help this former companion? I can't see how much sense this guy still has. He is already dead. For more than three hundred years, leaving it in the material world will only kill more people."