Chapter 156 "You should run away now."
Outside the hospital, in the narrow space of the sports car.
Misty was forced to sit on Lango's solid legs. She struggled to bite the man's palm covering her lips, but the muscles that seemed to be made of steel only made her feel a burst of pain, but she could not bite the man's hand. Leave no trace.
Lango put her under his arms, covered her mouth and walked towards the hospital morgue, where Emma and Madison's bodies were sent as soon as they were discovered.
"Are you sure you didn't perform an autopsy on Emma?"
"No!" Cordelia shook her head quickly and said firmly, "The autopsy requires the signature of the immediate family members. How could we let the doctor dissect Emma without you?"
"Very well, I will make your death easier when the time comes."
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After knocking out several staff members, Lango and his party successfully entered the morgue.
Cordelia quickly flipped through the record book and accurately located where Emma and Madison were stored, then stepped forward and opened the cold cabinet door.
A biting cold air hit his face, and Emma's peaceful but lifeless face came into view, which made Lango feel a burst of sadness and self-blame.
After my sister died, now I couldn't even take care of her daughter.
His trembling fingers gently touched Emma's forehead. When his eyes fell to the girl's clothes, he was filled with anger: "Fake! Is this how your college teaches students to dress?"
Because the incident happened suddenly, and because relatives on both sides did not know the news yet, at Cordelia's insistence, Emma not only did not perform an autopsy, but also wore the same hot girl outfit as before her death.
Lango grabbed Cordelia's collar and said angrily: "Is this what you teach students?! Are you a witch college or a brothel on horseback!"
Cordelia hurriedly explained: "This is how they dress when they go out. We cannot interfere in students' private lives."
Lango stared at her coldly, then let go and pushed the woman away. He turned to Misty, who seemed to be aloof, and said firmly: "Resurrection her, you can ask for any conditions you need."
After hearing this, Misty said angrily: "Is this why you kidnapped me?"
Without waiting for Lange to reply, she then said helplessly: "It's just a little girl resurrected. Just tell me no. I thought it was such a big deal."
After Misty finished speaking, she waved her hands, came directly to Emma, opened her hands and pressed her head on her head, about to activate her resurrection ability.
Rango and Teddy couldn't help but look at each other. They had seen so many guys like Fiona and the Witches Association, and now suddenly there was such a talkative witch, and they were really not used to it.
Misty took a deep breath and her hands lit up with a milky white light. However, just as the magic power surged, her face suddenly changed and the light in her hands dimmed: "This little girl doesn't seem to be dead."
"What?!"
Lange was so shocked that he squeezed to the freezer and checked it for himself.
His previous anger had obscured his vision due to his dissatisfaction with the Witch Academy. Now when he looked closely, he saw that although Emma's face was white, it was filled with vitality, which was completely different from the usual dead silence.
What surprised him even more was that the muscles on her neck where the sutures were inserted were trembling slightly, as if they were undergoing incredible self-repair.
He raised his head suddenly and shot at Cordelia sharply, with urgency in his voice: "What is going on? Is this also your witch's secret method?"
Cordelia's face was complicated. She shook her head in denial at first, and then seemed to remember something. She nodded slightly, her eyes full of disbelief: "Among the seven formations, the resurrection technique usually means extending the vitality of others at the cost of life force. However, there is indeed a special case in history, and that is Mrs. Adams. As a natural witch, she miraculously resurrected on the seventh day after her death. This was because of the talent given by her blood. She automatically mastered the seven formations as soon as she was born. Emma only masters three formations, how could it be possible?"
After listening to her words, Lango, who caught the key words, quickly picked up Emma's hands and looked at them carefully. After realizing that there was no hole in them, his expression became subtle.
Since it has nothing to do with Jesus God or anything like that, then it is most likely the reason for the seven formations of witches.
At this moment, as if it was the aftermath of Misty's milky white magic, or the completion of Emma's body's self-repair, she slowly opened her eyes in the freezer, and called "uncle" in a weak but clear voice.
Lango's heart warmed, and he nodded quickly in surprise, caressed Emma's forehead, and asked with concern: "Is there anything wrong with your body?"
"It's a bit cold." Emma said softly.
Lango immediately took off his jacket, put it on her carefully, and took her out of the freezer. Looking at the niece who had come back from the dead, although her heart was full of surprise and joy, she still asked cautiously: "Emma, have you learned the resurrection from the dead in the seven formations?"
Emma's expression was slightly dazed, and it was obvious that she had not yet fully recovered from the memory of being on the verge of death. After a moment, she nodded slightly, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice: "I just learned it, but I only succeeded in resurrecting one pigeon, so I haven't had time to tell you."
The stone in Lango's heart finally fell to the ground. He glanced at Cordelia, and then turned to Emma, with a tone that was both gentle and serious: "So, do you still remember what happened before you died?"
Emma's eyes inadvertently passed over another open freezer, where Madison's head had been re-sewed on her neck. She was stunned, and then nodded heavily to Rango.
Deep in the witch academy, in a slightly messy bedroom, Fiona sat alone on the sofa, holding an unburned cigarette butt in her hand, next to a glass of overflowing but unattended whiskey.
She thought that after learning about Emma's death, Lango would angrily accuse her as she expected, and then investigate the truth in a regular manner.
The people at the party and the doctors at the hospital have all been brainwashed by her using mind control. If Lango goes, everything will go as she planned in advance.
But what I didn't expect was that this Winchester boy wouldn't even check, and would kill half of the witches as punishment!
It even showed a despairing strength gap in front of her, easily trampling her, the supreme witch, under her feet. She didn't know what her daughter had said to Lango, but she knew one thing, no matter how the subsequent events would develop, she would be dead this time.
Damn Winchester!
Damn unruly guy!
Squeak——
The door suddenly opened, and the red-haired witch who had confronted Rango before walked in.
Her eyes were as bright as Fiona's pretended indifference: "You killed both Emma and Madison, right?"
Fiona raised her head when she heard this, and then said coldly: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Haha." The red-haired witch was not surprised, but she sneered with a bit of sadness: "During the hundred years you have been the supreme witch, the college has withered and disappearances of witches have occurred frequently. Do you think the association really has no knowledge of it? "
Seeing that Fiona didn't say a word, she gritted her teeth angrily and said: "Have you ever had the slightest regret for killing so many potential fellow witches?!"
Do you regret it?
Fiona couldn't help but ask herself secretly, but when her eyes passed over the red-haired witch's face carved by time, she had the answer in her heart.
For her, aging is more terrifying than death.
The red-haired witch snorted coldly and left the bedroom. Before closing the door, she said lightly: "I have contacted Mrs. Adams. She asked me to tell you to be dignified when you die and don't embarrass your identity as the Supreme Witch."
Outside the house, the footsteps gradually became farther and farther away until they disappeared completely.
Fiona, the supreme witch who had enjoyed a hundred years of youth, finally couldn't restrain her inner restlessness and stood up suddenly from the sofa.
Unwilling to accept her fate, she decided to make a desperate move and seek opportunities to fight back and escape.
She quickly unlocked the drawer and took out a piece of yellowed oil paper.
A hundred years ago, there was a horrifying urban legend circulating in the city of Boston: a ghost holding an ax would wander the streets on certain nights. Any family that did not play jazz that night would face disaster.
It was at that time that the Witch Association worked together to imprison this evil force in this thin oil paper. At this moment, Fiona was determined to release it as a bargaining chip for her own counterattack.
At the same time, she dug out several small and exquisite incense burners from the depths of the drawer. These incense burners contained the hypnotic incense mist that had been banned by the Witch Association. Its power was enough to distort people's will.
She turned on the gramophone in advance and played melodious jazz, then lit the incense burner and threw it casually on the ground.
Then, she pulled hard with both hands, and the oil-skin paper cracked with a sound. A thick black smoke instantly filled the air, and a man in a suit and holding a sharp ax appeared in the bedroom like a ghost.
He swayed gently to the rhythm of jazz, glanced at Fiona with a playful look, and then sat down on the sofa leisurely.
Fiona was relieved when she saw this. She and this evil spirit had communicated many times in the past, and the relationship between them was not too hostile.
After finishing her preparations, she opened the window and prepared to teleport out. But just when she was about to take that decisive step, the door of the room exploded as if it was slammed by an angry beast!
She turned her head to look and her pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw that Lango had blocked the room, followed by Madison and Emma, who were killed by her own hands.
"Bichi!"
Madison's anger was like a volcano erupting. As soon as she saw Fiona, she yelled. Her voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, "I helped you bring Emma over, but you bitch took me too for the position of Supreme Witch." Kill! You better give me an explanation today, you bastard."
Fiona didn't respond after hearing this, and her eyes were fixed on Lango who was at the front of the crowd.
When Lango saw this, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he gently put his hand on Madison's head, as if to soothe an angry kitten.
"So, everything she said is true?"
Madison felt the warmth of the man's big hands and immediately turned her head to look flatteringly, but Lango's movements suddenly became fierce.
He pulled hard and separated Madison's newly reborn head from her body. The blood was like an out-of-control fountain, instantly dyeing the whole room red, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.
The reason why he revived this woman was simply to verify what Emma said.
Lango casually discarded the head in his hand, then put down Emma in his arms, and turned his gaze to the incense burner on the ground that was slowly emitting strange smoke.
He picked it up gently, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke as if enjoying it.
"It tastes good, much better than cigars."
"You" Fiona finally spoke, but her voice was extremely hoarse due to excessive shock, "What do you want?"
Lango did not answer her question directly, but turned his gaze to the evil spirit who was gently swaying to the rhythm of jazz, with a sinister smile on his lips.
"You should run away now."
(End of chapter)