Djinn starting from Marvel

After bidding farewell to Dumbledore for the time being, Frank returned to Cabin 3 against a huge pensieve.

Placing the pensieve in front of the unconscious Johnson's head, Frank took a deep breath and began to think about what he and Johnson had experienced together.

Although the two of them have known each other for a short time, the things they have faced together during this time have been exciting enough.

The memories in Frank's mind flashed rapidly, from the first time the two met outside the window of the house, Johnson showed his precognitive ability, to Woody's successful sneak attack on the roof, Johnson fell into the building, scene after scene. It was enough to arouse all kinds of emotions in Frank's heart.

"I will hold the rudder of thought and guide lost travelers."

Frank's hands fell on the edge of the pensieve. In an instant, he felt himself falling into the basin. He looked up and turned into a giant with his eyes closed. He was slightly lowering his head towards the basin. Right in the center.

It worked!

Frank retracted his gaze, and then waved his right hand, and the silver sail on the sailboat spread out, whirring under the invisible wind, and took Frank sailing towards the sea of ​​Johnson's soul.

When the sailboat passed a dividing line, the surrounding environment completely changed. There were strong winds, lightning and thunder, and the sea turned pitch black. In this pitch-black water, was there something more indescribable sliding past, setting off a wave? A huge wave.

Frank pressed on the rudder that looked like an ornament on the sailboat, and the holy light came out from his palm and flowed along the rudder and throughout the hull.

Immediately afterwards, a silver ray of light shot straight into the sky, breaking through the fog above the sea like a lighthouse, illuminating the road ahead.

With the blessing of the Holy Light, the sailboat recovered from the state of being likely to flip over at any time. Although the hull of the ship was still shaking a bit, its direction never changed again.

All the way forward, after breaking through the fog, Frank came to another indescribable sea area. It can be said to be calm compared to the outside world, but what is revealed under the calm sea is a kind of malice towards life, which makes Frank's hair stand on end. I can't calm down for a long time.

Fortunately, after driving a certain distance, Frank found that apart from the ubiquitous malice, there seemed to be no other dangers here.

Soon, Frank saw Johnson's spiritual island. There was nothing on the island. Johnson himself was lying by the water, eyes closed tightly, and a pocket watch chain was exposed on his chest, reflecting the bright light. light.

Above Johnson's head, there are bubbles floating one after another. In the dreamy and colorful colors of the bubbles, there are Johnson's various beautiful pasts worth recalling, including scenes of him successfully admitted to the university of his choice, and his first contact with the occult. Scenes related to legends, including the moment when he became a fortune teller.

These bubbles surround Johnson, making the deserted island less desolate.

Suddenly, the sea surface around the island began to fluctuate, and small waves surged from the sea surface, like black hands reaching for Johnson on the shore, trying to drag him into the sea.

At this time, countless golden chains appeared around the island, and they were tied to Black Hand one step ahead. When the chains twitched, Black Hand was taken away from the sea little by little, rising to the sky, and finally from this land of the soul. disappear in it.

Obviously, the bubbles are the effect of the elation agent, and the golden chains are the protection of Cabin 3. On the contrary, this seemingly calm sea is the pollution imported by Woody.

Frank looked at this picture, thought about it for a few seconds, and began to try to drive the sailboat forward. He planned to see if he could get directly close to Johnson, maybe he could wake Johnson up directly.

As the distance got closer, Frank's expectations increased. Suddenly, he stopped the sailboat and looked at the shore with a solemn face. To be precise, he looked at Johnson reflected on the shore in the sea. shadow.

It was far away and Frank hadn't noticed it yet. Now that he looked carefully, he saw that the shadow didn't look like Johnson at all, and his appearance didn't look like a person at all!

The shadow seemed to know that he had been discovered. The disguise gradually disappeared, and the entire sea began to roll up. The calm sea surface suddenly turned into the water flow in a drum washing machine.

Frank tried to keep the sailboat steady and watched the shadow become clearer little by little.

What a strange thing it was, like a monster that grew wantonly from a group of cells. Eyes, mouths, and various limbs grew randomly in any area they wanted to appear. Just looking at this thing, Frank felt A heavy pressure, a deterrent from the natural enemies of life.

After watching it for a few seconds, Frank suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen a certain part of this thing before.

Tilting his head, Frank's perspective was locked on the relatively stable part of the shadow, and then he was horrified to discover that the facial features on about one-third of the body were very similar to Woody's photo, except that the distance between the facial features was lengthened. It was filled with some distorted flesh.

"Woody" opened his mouth to Frank, revealing a set of sharp fangs. The surrounding sea sprayed upwards, forming a large wall between the island and Frank, completely blocking Frank's sight. .

"Woody's" actions seemed to be declaring his sovereignty over Johnson and also showing off his power to Frank.

Facing the enemy's provocation, Frank raised the transformed holy silver guns. In front of the gun muzzles, the flowing wall of sea water stagnated. It seemed that the baptism of holy light on his face really hurt Woody. Even some aggregates of tainted thoughts reacted to the muzzle.

Before Frank could get any happier, an eye opened in the air on the shore. In the pupil of this eye were densely packed small eyes that moved freely one after another. These were the eyes of Woody's body.

"I'm looking at you, I'm looking at you!"

Woody's eyes were locked on Frank, and the chaos brought by his body was heavier than the sea.

Frank frowned, and rays of light flashed behind him. The visions of Blade and Tony Stark appeared on the boat. Together with the blooming holy light, a dividing line between light and darkness appeared in the sea of ​​​​mind.

"I think you need a little help on your way to death."

Frank declared to Woody without flinching that, whether here or in reality, he would send Woody to death sooner or later.

Facing the tough Frank, Woody closed his eyes, and the gap in the air returned to normal, but the water under the sailboat surged, pushing the entire boat away from the area.

On the small island, bubbles flew out one after another, partially overcoming the interception of the black hands on the shore, smoothing the surging waves.

But their number was still too small, and Frank had no choice but to be pushed out.