The Adventures of American Comics' Big Monster and Black Widow

Walking to the stern of the ship, Sean looked at the small barn with lights on. There were several scorch marks left by the fire on the wooden barn door.

Sean reached out and knocked twice.

However, no sound was produced, only the sound of waves lapping against the planks of the ship.

Sean knocked twice again, but still no sound came out.

Soon, Sean suddenly realized that he was just a spiritual body, and he would naturally make no sound when he knocked on physical objects.

Shrugging, Sean prepared to push the door open and enter.

"Squeak" the door suddenly opened at this moment.

But it was very different from what Sean expected. The person who opened the door was not a person, but a skeleton holding a candle in his hand.

Obviously, the light seen before was this candle lantern.

The skeleton turned a blind eye to Sean who appeared in front of the door and walked forward at a slow pace. He didn't know whether the skeleton had its own consciousness or was just pulled by some kind of force.

When he was about to collide, Sean stepped aside. Seeing that the skeleton's posture was not to open the door for him, it was just a coincidence.

At this moment, the dim world suddenly became a lot brighter, and the light was soft.

Sean looked up, and it turned out that the dark clouds that had been blocking the full moon were blown away from their original position by the wind, and the moonlight shone down.

On a full moon night, Western horror films seem to like this kind of night atmosphere.

Excited, curious, and a little helpless, Sean exhaled. Unfortunately, he was in a mental body now and was just making an action.

On the other side, while Sean was calming down, the skeleton that came out of the small warehouse had already disembarked from the boat with a candle lantern and stepped onto a marble stone path.

After tapping his forehead, Sean floated and followed the skeleton frame.

Leave the sailboat and head onto the trail.

On the trail, Sean saw more skeletons, the same as those encountered on the sailboat. They were all holding candles. Some came out of the sailboat, and some came out of the old wooden house.

Along the way, the skeletons would fall down from time to time, and then the skeletons would be missing arms and legs when they stood up again. However, the candles in their hands were well protected by them, and not a drop of wax fell to the ground.

Ten minutes later, Sean followed the skeleton army to the end of the trail, a small clearing outside the dense forest, surrounded by many gray three-phase stone statues.

Three faces, but three postures.

Sweet girls, mature women, old women.

Yes, the stone statues around the clearing are all of Hecate.

At the beginning of magic, Hecate was the great goddess of the sky, earth, and ocean. Her magical power was enough to destroy the world. As for her later becoming the goddess of the underworld, she was deceived by Hades, the king of Hades, into marrying him.

"Hecate"

Sean murmured, having a bad feeling.

"Sean, it's time for you to come back." At this moment, the voice of the physical Sean came from the mind of the mental body Sean.

Outside the light group, Sean, the physical body, found a symbol at the top of the inner space, Hecate's brand pattern.

It was Hecate again. Sean felt that it was better to go the other way, but how to do that was another matter.

Obviously, neither the mental body nor Sean had any intention of leaving like this before figuring out more things.

Sean hesitated for a few seconds, then returned to the bottom of the tower and reached out to touch another ball of light.

At the same time, Sean, the spiritual body who was looking at the stone statue of Hecate, suddenly twitched, and his whole body was paralyzed and extremely painful, just like a normal person receiving an electric shock.

A few seconds later, Sean stumbled and fell from mid-air to the ground.

But at this time, Sean was a spiritual body after all, almost the same as a soul. The fall did not cause any pain, nor did he make any sound, and no skeleton noticed his existence.

But Sean didn't have time to be happy. After a few seconds, he realized that he had lost contact with Sean.

Completely lost contact.

Recalling that Sean risked his life to come into contact with another light group, Sean felt a headache. However, it was his fault, and he had to bear it even if he was kneeling.

After wiping the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, Sean continued to look at the clearing.

At this time, the skeletons were almost gathered. After a breeze passed by, the skeletons placed the candles in their hands on the ground in an orderly manner.

Not long after, a pattern of a sun connected with two crescent moons appeared.

Ceremony?

Tapping the back of his hand, Sean continued to look down.

After the pattern is completely completed, the candlelight of the new crescent moon dims a lot in an instant, while the candlelight in the sun pattern part becomes brighter.

The breeze stopped.

The full moon in the sky turned blood red like fire.

A pair of skeletons knelt on the ground, while the skeleton kept shaking.

Is it fear?

Or excitement.

Sean couldn't understand the rituals of the skeletons, and he didn't know whether what happened in this world corresponded to the past, the present, or the future in the real world; whether it happened exactly at a certain moment, or whether it was just an illusion.

Being so devoted to a ritual, apart from being willing to do so, is also filled with fear that goes deep into one's bones.

Sean has no intention of taking any action for the time being, and judging from the previous experience of knocking on the door, his attacks on other objects in his mental state are likely to be ineffective.

After tapping the back of his hand, Sean returned his attention to the pattern of candle lights and the surrounding three-phase goddess statue.

At this time, the wind blew again.

"Wow"

The light from the candle with the Hecate brand pattern was transmitted to the surrounding stone statues of the Three Phase Goddess. The moment the stone statues came into contact with the candlelight, the three pairs of eyes on the stone statues suddenly glowed brightly.

Sean, who had always been vigilant, felt like a light on his back at this moment. The three pairs of eyes on the three heads of the three-phase goddess stung him with pain. It was more uncomfortable than the electric shock-like experience not long ago. Every part of his body Like leaving the body.

"Uh"

Sean suddenly became unsteady and half-kneeled to the ground.

It hurts, it just hurts

At this moment, familiar yet unfamiliar energy fluctuations appeared, and purple-black mist arose out of thin air at the location of the branding pattern.

"I'm back."

"Hades"

"Olympus"

"magic"

There were soft whispers in the purple-black mist, each word hitting Sean's heart, whose body ached and couldn't help himself. Every time there was a sound, the pain deepened.

"damn it"

"I'm not a god, and I don't know magic."

Sean regretted staying in this damn place.

The whispers in the mist were still ringing, and a figure began to gather.

Hecate

Thinking of this magic boss, regardless of the pain on his body, Sean stood up unsteadily. The power of this spiritual body was obviously unable to compete with the opponent, and he needed to return to his physical body. With the abilities of four monsters and the power of two light rings, Sean is not afraid of each other, but he doesn't like to face weird existences like magic bosses, but the prerequisite is to return to the physical body.

"call"

"I'm awake"

Sean had just stood up and taken a few steps when the whispers behind him turned into excited oaths.