[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

"I can." West didn't even think about it, "I will do my best."

Namonroth has a better hold on power than he does, and he's just a young death who has just gained power.

He is not as good as Namonros, and he has long been self-aware.

But just like the superheroes will not give up in this situation, he will do his best to seize the dominance.

I will fail, but I will not give up.

"That's enough." Tony said, they try to avoid death as much as possible, but at least when death must come, they also have the confidence to give it a go.

"What do you want to do?" West looked at Tony suspiciously.

"If the controlled person dies again...they'll be resurrected by Narmonos, right?" Tony asked.

West nodded, and then he suddenly understood what Tony meant.

"You mean..."

"If Namonros doesn't fight for their souls, then the ownership of the souls will be yours, right." Tony asked again.

West nodded solemnly: "So he will definitely fight."

"But at least we had a chance," Tony said.

As he spoke, Bruce had Oliver pinned to the Batmachine.

Oliver is still struggling, but Bruce's movement is very steady.

Even on a wobbly plane, he behaved as if he was on the ground.

Taking a dose of anesthetic from the bat belt, Bruce wanted to deliver it to Oliver's neck.

But before he had time to complete his action, a fighter plane from behind had already hit him.

It turned out to be Natasha attacking the Quinjet.

Black Widow and Thunderbolt mainly attack the Avengers. After she found something wrong with the Bat-plane, she immediately jumped back from the Avengers' Quin-jet fighter to her fighter, and then drove to hit the Bat-plane.

No one expected this to happen, the bat-plane trembled suddenly, and everyone on board was thrown out of their seats, not to mention the bats and green arrows outside the fighter-plane.

Bruce and Oliver fell out of the bat machine at the same time, Bruce immediately took out the hook gun in mid-air, and shot towards the bat machine.

With the other hand he held Oliver firmly.

Namonroth didn't care whether his subordinates died or not, so Natasha used suicide attacks.

Ah Fu had to control the plane to dodge left and right, and what was even worse at this time was that Oliver, who was caught by Bruce, opened his bow and arrow with his free hand and aimed at Bruce.

Except for Afu and West, there is no one who owns the entity on the plane now, and no one can stop Oliver.

"Clark!" West suddenly raised his head, "I gave you the doll."

Clark, who was in a hurry, suddenly understood what West meant, and he quickly took out the doll.

West stretched out his hand and slid across the doll, and a face appeared on the faceless doll—a face belonging to Clark.

"They are my body," West said to Clark. "Now I lend you my body, but only for five minutes."

Clark was attached to the doll, and the originally small doll suddenly stretched and became longer.

He quickly got out of the plane and backed up Batman.

Hot Gaze wiped Green Arrow's hand and let go of his bow.

Bruce suddenly looked up at Clark floating in the sky.

Superman is back.

West lent Tony's body in the same way, and Batman had already been caught by Superman, so he simply flew to Natasha.

Iron Man landed on Natasha's fighter plane, he lifted his mask, his coffee-colored eyes firmly locked onto Natasha's dull eyes.

"Miss me honey?" Tony said. "Honestly, you look so ugly."

As he spoke, he fired a cannonball at the wing of the fighter plane.

The situation changed suddenly, and Namonros, who had the upper hand, fell into crisis.

I don't know if they received some order, the three controlled Chaoying froze at the same time, and then Human Torch jumped out of the Kun-style fighter first.

At the same time, Green Arrow broke free from Bruce's grip and fell freely towards the ground.

Natasha also quickly pressed the jump button, and the fighter jet popped out.

They came at the same time, and they retreated at the same time.

Both Tony and Clark wanted to go after them, but suddenly they felt their bodies repel them.

Clark immediately took Bruce back to the Batplane, and Tony flew back into the plane as well.

Once back on the plane, they were immediately ejected from their bodies and reverted to their ghost form.

And the dolls also returned to the appearance of dolls.

"How long can you lend them your body like this?" Bruce asked immediately.

"Very short." West's face was pale, his strength was limited, let alone giving life to others like Namonos, even giving them a temporary body was difficult.

All this stems from the fact that life and death in the world are balanced, but Namonroth occupies too much of the share of life, so there is too little left for West.

"To a certain extent, Namonros and I are both laws recognized by the world." West said, "He and I were on the opposite side."

Bruce said with a sigh, just seeing his companion appearing in a physical state, and hearing the news in a blink of an eye, it didn't hurt him too much, but he still felt a little disappointed.

At this moment, Ah Fu suddenly said: "Master, I'm afraid we are going to jump off the plane."

The plane had been damaged in the impact just now, and during this period of time it was entirely due to Ah Fu's superb skills that it would not crash immediately.

But now it's completely unbearable.

"I'm afraid the rear one has the same problem." Ah Fu glanced at the back, and then said.

The Avengers' Quinjet wasn't much better than them either.

"Send them a message and prepare to abandon the plane." Bruce made a decisive decision immediately.

Ah Fu gave Steve and them news according to his order, and got a reply that they were also planning to abandon the plane after a while.

Put on the parachute, sit in their respective seats, the hatch under their feet opens, and everyone falls down at the same time.

Shortly after they ejected the plane, the plane exploded in mid-air.

With Clark following West, ghosts can naturally float, not to mention Superman can fly.

It was the first time for West to skydive, and this kind of extreme sports was not his hobby in the first place, but he was still very adaptable, and he remembered the points Bruce told him after just listening to him—even though he really You won't die if you're smashed to pieces.

When he fell to the ground, he rolled on the ground, removing the impact force brought by inertia.

The group of people was not too scattered, and gathered together after a while.

The key now is to determine where this is.

Everyone looked at the endless flat land around them, and their minds were a little dazed.

They were not too far away from Gotham when they encountered the attack, but they had to adjust their direction several times in the process of evading.

In addition, the fighter plane has crashed again now, and they can't find the flight route of the plane at that time.

They tried to find some usable things from the crashed fighter plane. Fortunately, they also found compressed biscuits and some canned food.

However, high-tech products are easily damaged and basically unusable. Fortunately, they took some away when they jumped off the plane.

However, they soon discovered that they were too naive, and all the electronic products they carried were not allowed to be used in this place.

Bruce kept fiddling with the bat computer he carried with him, but no matter what he did, there was a blur on the computer.

The same is true for all the machines brought down by the Avengers from the plane, all of which are unusable.

"Some kind of magnetic field here affects the use of electronic equipment." After helping Bruce with his black technology for a long time, Tony said.

He looked around, there was nothing around, but it seemed like there was everything.

Lost the assistance of technological products, returned to the most primitive state.

But this is not too difficult for superheroes such as Batman and Captain America, after all, they have lived in the most primitive environment.

Bruce looked up at the sky and said, "It's going to rain in an hour."

At this time, everyone noticed that the sky began to become gloomy and gray.

The rain was not a good thing for them. Relying on his super speed, Clark was the first to rush out to find a way out, while the others acted cautiously.

One of them wants to guard against the people of Namonros to find them again, and the other wants to try to leave from this place.

They all felt a strange atmosphere spreading around them.

Must leave quickly, this is their common thought.

However, half an hour later, Clark flew back with a heavy face.

He shook his head at everyone—there was nothing here except a plain that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It's not right, it's very wrong.

They almost thought that this was a reprint of the haunted house. When West played with Bruce's players before, he took the empty space in the cemetery that could not be seen.

It's just that they are the ones being played with now.

As the sky gets darker, things get weird.

This is different from before, no matter how dangerous it looked before, players are essentially safe.

But now, whether it is the air or the ground under their feet, there is a sense of gnawing crisis.

West squatted down, subconsciously picked up a little dirt from the ground and put it on the tip of his nose.

"What's the matter?" Bruce turned his head, he was a little puzzled by West's actions, because he didn't smell anything strange.

In fact, West did not smell any strange smell, but his instinct felt a little strange familiarity from the land here.

He shook his head at Bruce, indicating that he was fine, and stood up again.

At this moment, Hall, who had been lying on his shoulder, suddenly jumped down, and ran forward as fast as a black lightning bolt.

"Hall, Hall!" West shouted, he subconsciously ran after Hall while shouting.

The others noticed his movement and followed him.

Suddenly a thunder flashed in the sky, and 3 minutes later, big raindrops fell.

The heavy rain drenched a group of people in an instant, but the worst thing was not them, but the land washed by the rain under their feet.

The rain soaked the originally hard ground under his feet, and the soil began to become soft, and every step he took would sink heavily into the soil.

The soil seemed to be attracting, they suddenly felt something under their feet, almost caught off guard, and fell into the soil in an instant.

"Damn it." The two souls were floating in the air, but they couldn't help them at all.

Of all the people present, only the falcon could fly, and everyone else was firmly stuck in the mud.

It is also impossible for Falcon to save everyone in an instant.

And just when they were trapped, a huge light suddenly emitted from West's chest, that light penetrated the heavy rain and illuminated the surrounding area.

West subconsciously took out the glowing object from his bosom—it was the eye of Levansfair.

The jade-like eyes slowly melted, forming a patch in West's palm like melting ice and snow.

Then blend into West's body.

West's line of sight changed suddenly, and a large number of tombstones appeared on the originally empty land around him, and a coffin was buried under each tombstone.

And under their feet...

It wasn't the dirt that grabbed their feet, but corpses one by one.

Most of those corpses were distorted and broken, and it looked like they had been greatly tortured during their lifetime.

And it was precisely these tortures that filled them with resentment.

West suddenly realized why he felt so familiar with this land, because this land was full of dead energy.

There is no soil here, only rot that turns into soil.

West lowered his head, and saw a pair of eyes full of resentment staring at him.

Because of the pain, they resent death.

In the blink of an eye, before West had time to tell others what happened, he saw all the people who fell into the ground speed up their descent and disappeared.

Calm was restored on the ground, and the flat ground seemed almost as if nothing had happened.

Only West remains on the ground—the dead cannot harm death.

"You want me to go down, right?" West said softly, "You want me to go down, right?"

The pair of eyes that looked at him did not move away, they were still staring at him persistently.

West felt the pain in those eyes—help us, come see us.

So he suddenly let go, allowing the mud to overflow his head, and then buried him in the darkness.

Dirt covered his face, and West felt that he was being buried deeper, deeper, and deeper.

And his eyes are still open, allowing him to see the world.

After a moment of emptying his mind, he finally broke away from the soil and fell into a village.

Flowers, greenery, sunshine.

West almost thought that everything he experienced just now was an illusion.

Then from a distance, he saw an elderly mother-in-law and a young child walking past the gate of the village.

West listened carefully and could still hear them talking.

"The sacrifices for adults should be fresh and exquisite, do you remember clearly?" the old woman whispered to the child next to her, holding the melon and fruit sacrifices in her hand.

The child listened carefully to what she said, and kept nodding.

The mother-in-law coughed twice, bent down, and her old face was a little more tired. Such a heavy sacrifice preparation was already a bit strenuous for her age, but she was still busy and wanted to give the god she believed in. perfect festival,

As soon as the child saw it, she rushed up to support her. The old woman waved her hand to him and said, "It's okay, just pick some fresh flowers for me."

"Oh." The child responded, and then hurriedly ran out of the village, wanting to pick some flowers.

As soon as he ran, he bumped into West standing outside.

"Excuse me……"

As soon as West opened his mouth, he saw the child raised his head expectantly, looked at West with a pair of bright eyes, and asked in a clear voice: "You are so good-looking? So are you a god?"

West froze for two seconds, then shook his head.

There was a hint of doubt in the child's eyes: "But the mother-in-law said that gods are so beautiful. Are you really not a god?"

West knelt down: "I'm sorry, boy, I'm not. But can you tell me what you're doing?"

"We are preparing for the annual festival." The child blinked, then pointed to the village behind and said, "I'm going to pick some flowers for my mother-in-law, and I will use them for the festival later. My mother-in-law said, we will welcome God, if you are not the word of God, surely you will not be welcomed?"

"What god are you meeting?"

The child looked at West with an expression of "how can you not know", and then said crisply: "Of course it is the god of puppetry, the most powerful god of puppetry here."