Inside the blue sedan parked at the edge of the farmland, Charles kept his head down, concentrating on writing.

This time the evil forces have not gained anything other than a group of supernatural figures, so for the time being, he has focused all his attention on it.

In addition to the witches in Salem, there are more than a dozen other witches scattered around, and Charles is also "taking care" of them.

Of course, in addition to witches, the charr actually brought in a group of monsters, including several demons.

Originally, he was worried about whether these people would have a lingering time after he used the Space-Time Angel Ring to come here. However, it seems that there is no such thing now.

This couldn't help but make him breathe a sigh of relief.

Having "settled" the rest before, he is now concentrating on controlling the witches.

After constant fill-in-the-blank choices, the words on the storybook become the following-

After a period of understanding, the witches of New Orleans have come to terms with the fact that they are in another world, and that familiar face makes them wonder if their group's "time travel" has something to do with that person.

So after an initial confusion, the witches have a common goal - to find the Charles. Cranston.

But before that, they have to solve the problem of survival.

The steady Cordelia had already left the room while everyone was at a loss, and found that it was a high-end hotel, but they didn't have a room card.

In other words, they are not legal here.

Therefore, leaving the witches before the hotel security guards know it is a priority for the witches.

However, not all witches have the ability to shift, so after a moment's discussion, the good-looking and acting Madison is responsible for attracting attention, while the others take the opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, it is not clear whether it was because he was not completely happy after being called, or because he was already very confused, Quinn accidentally kicked the hotel alarm equipment, and the piercing chirp immediately sounded sharply, and many guests in the front and back corridors ran out of the guest rooms in a panic......

……

He was intrigued by the fact that Charles found that the witches seemed to be collecting more of their fates than they were to do it themselves.

It's just that there is no detailed scale for the acquisition of the power of fate, and he doesn't know if it's really too much or his own delusion.

Seeing that the witches had fled the hotel with the crowd, Charles was about to temporarily stop observing the others, but suddenly felt that there seemed to be a subtle change in the storybook.

He then flipped to the page where the witches were represented and looked behind.

This kind of page in a storybook seems to be categorized by the gathering or singularity of people, for example, the group of witches gathered together, so they are grouped together on one page, but in the kind of sliding display, which looks like an electronic device.

But the next demon is not followed by other "kind" or "fellow villagers", and now it also dominates the page.

However, although the storybook seems to have a certain thickness, in fact, its pages seem to be endless, and I am not afraid of problems such as running out of space when it is full.

Turn the pages of the book and go past these controlled targets, and the story page that was first found comes into view.

Then Charles suddenly noticed a change.

In the past, the "stories" in the storybooks revolved around the Charles, and unless there were special circumstances, most of them appeared nearby, such as the incident he encountered when he first shot, which was not far away.

Now, however, they seem to have been born around the targets that are under the control of the Charles.

This surprised Charles, and after thinking about it, he followed his instincts and suddenly tore off one of the pages.

As a result, a new page was born in the original place of the storybook, and the one in his hand retracted and eventually became a solid, colorless particle of light.

He flipped the storybook back to the witch page, and placed the bright speck of light in his hand on the name Queenie.

The faint brilliance flashed, and the light particles dissipated, but the story that extended was already different-

The witches who are discussing their next move on the streets have different opinions, some think that they should go to New Orleans to see if the witch school is still there, and others think that it is impossible and that they should first thoroughly understand the world before making plans. The innocent Zoe thinks calling the police is a good option, which provokes Madison's ridicule.

At this moment, the black fat girl who had been holding her chest and watching the play suddenly seemed to hear something, so she turned her head to look, and she found that a thin boy was sneaking his hand into the trouser pocket of a middle-aged female white-collar worker.

Because of her figure, she has been stolen many times, so Queenie usually hates thieves the most, she snorted when she saw this, raised her hand and twisted it fiercely towards the root of her thigh, and launched her witch doll talent.

From there, the screams appeared, and the unsuspecting pain made the thief miserable, and directly exposed his actions at the moment. Then he was quickly surrounded by the people around him.

Queenie watched with great joy, but suddenly, she stood as if she had been struck by lightning.

A cool feeling fell from the sky, flowed through the mind, and finally dissipated.

She felt as if she had been different.

……

Charles felt like he had discovered the true purpose of storybooks.

Passing that page, or the events on the page, to a controlled target can have this kind of "release task" effect?

After that Queenie completes the "mission", Charles also discovers that he has the power to reap a share of destiny, not much, but it is stronger than doing it himself.

"So these events weren't meant to be shown to me in the first place?"

Thinking secretly, his mind suddenly moved, and the storybook and pen in his hand turned into clear light and dissipated. Not long after, the window of Blue Martha's car was knocked.

"Hello friend, can you do me a favor? My car stalled. ”

A mature man's voice came from outside, and Charles looked sideways, and a middle-aged man with a square face came into view.

The man Charles didn't know, apparently just a passer-by for help, but when he turned his head, the other person's face changed suddenly.

Then under Charles's deep gaze, he sighed, and then hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that the car seems to be just an old problem, I should be able to fix it myself, excuse me, thank you." ”

Without waiting for Charles to respond, the man hurriedly turned and left, targeting a white SUV parked not far away

Charles felt a little baffled at first, but then reacted. It is estimated that the other party recognized him, and he may have been ready to run away or call the police.

He didn't pay much attention to it, shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand to start the Maserati, and flew away with a whoosh.

And hurried back to his car in Reed. Straker collapsed in the driver's seat in a cold sweat, and the co-pilot's wife Caitlin and the two children behind him saw that his face was abnormal, and hurriedly gathered around to ask for warmth.

"What's wrong with you, Dad?"

"Are you sick?"

In the face of the greetings of his relatives, Reed didn't want to say what he had just discovered, in case they were frightened, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back.

"I saw a picture of him in that car just now, when I was a prosecutor. It's the mutant criminal in Atlanta who is said to be related to death row inmates, and it's very, very dangerous. ”

Reed. Straker is a district prosecutor who specializes in dealing with mutant crimes, so he usually has a lot of information about this, so it's not difficult to guess why he recognized Charles at a glance.

"You mean Cranston?" His wife, Caitlin, frowned when she heard this, "But it is said that he is just a scapegoat found by the Atlanta government, and he has nothing to do with the affairs of death row prisoners." ”

"Who knows?" Reed waved his hand when he heard this, and sighed, "Anyway, it's far away, we're in trouble enough now." ”

At the booth where they were talking, two siblings, a man and a woman, looked at each other.

"Andy, who are they talking about?"

"I don't know, it's related to death row inmates?" The slightly gloomy looking boy was thoughtful.

Seeing that his face was different, his sister Lauren thought that after this guy awakened the mutant gene, he usually liked to search for all kinds of information about the death row inmate, so she said suspiciously: "What, you still worship that criminal?" ”

The uneasy younger brother once admired the insolent death row inmate until his grandparents' graves were "dug up".

"How is it possible, Mom will beat me to death." The boy named Andy retorted, then thought about it and added in a whisper,

"I just think death row inmates are cool."

If these words were heard by the parents in the front row, it would probably be another lecture, but the two of them were bowing their heads to talk about things at the moment, but they didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two sisters and brothers behind.

It's just a pity that no matter how worried they are, the problem with the car can't be solved by talking.

Luckily, the Cranston never turned back after he left, which made them visibly relieved.

However, it didn't take long for them to relax, and a convertible sports car slowly stopped next to their car, and the guy in the white clothes in the car made Reed Fu's face change in the driver's seat again.

"What's wrong again?" Seeing that his face was different, his wife questioned.

"That's ...... Shadow King. Reed's muttering voice was fainter than nothing.