The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 155: The Old Friend of the Black Witch of Oaks! (45, please order the whole thing!)

Asking for help comes at a price.

There is no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world.

Locke knew this and was prepared to pay the price.

It's just a tube of blood.

Just give it.

Could it be that this old black woman in front of him dared to use his blood to curse him?
Compared to the loss of power for which he has no idea the reason now, if he feels that he is cursed next time, he will have a clear suspect.

Locke did not hide anything and looked directly into the eyes of the black witch Oaks in front of him and told her the secret of why he was so confident.

"I bet I can find you before you curse me to death."

"…You are very confident, Mr. Underwood."

"Thank you."

This time, Locke gladly accepted the compliment from the Black Witch Oaks, and then said, "So, do you have a way to find out why my power is fading?"

The black witch stood up from her chair and invited Locke into her studio.

"This way."

"Thank you!"

Hearing this, Locke thanked him sincerely and stood up.

He has always been a gentleman.

Again.

As long as the black witch could help him, he really didn't mind leaving a tube of his own blood as a reward.

And the black witch had no intention of using Locke's blood to curse Locke.

It was just the first time in her life that she met someone like Locke, who had a strong vampire aura but was not a vampire.

If you want to survive the long years, you must find a hobby for yourself.

Some black witches choose black magic, while others choose to treat humans as consumables.

She is different. She likes to stay at home and do her own research.

open the door.

Locke walked into the Black Witch's workshop and saw a wide variety of experimental products displayed inside.

There was a glass jar containing a severed hand with an eye growing out of the palm.

In another glass jar, a single lung had grown facial features.

In a word.

Very curious.

Locke glanced at these curious test subjects without changing his expression.

Natasha, who followed in, looked at the collections and frowned.

"Ms. Oaks, these..."

"Don't worry, I've always been law-abiding."

The black witch Oaks knew what Natasha wanted to say, so she explained directly: "I bought these things from the funeral home in town. They can sell them to me."

Natasha opened her mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

The black witch Oaks led the two of them through the collection area and came to a room with a fireplace.

There was a blazing fire in the fireplace, but the color of the fire was a faint blue. If you looked at it for a long time, you could seem to see a human figure howling constantly in the faint blue fire.

The Black Witch Oaks explained again: "A few days ago, a robber came into my store. I warned him, but he didn't listen. I have surveillance if you need to see it."

This was said to Natasha from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha shook her head: "I believe you."

Locke looked at the tormented soul and looked at the black witch with interest: "Can I learn witchcraft?"

When the black witch Oaks heard this question, she was also slightly stunned and looked at Locke.

"You want to learn witchcraft?"

"Well, is that okay?"

When you are in the world, the most important thing is to have many skills.

The black witch Oaks laughed.

"of course."

"You will teach..."

"But first you probably need to undergo a sex change operation, otherwise our Heroic Spirit Dimension will not recognize you, Mr. Underwood."

"...Heroic Spirit Space?" Locke heard a new extraordinary term.

Black witch Oaks invited the two to sit down while explaining, "Our witchcraft power comes from the heroic spirit space where all black witches of all generations go after they die. This is also the reason why we black witches can understand a lot after awakening."

There is a limit to how much knowledge a person can learn.

This is especially true for people with dark skin.

But the first black witch who founded the black witch lineage thought of the fact that there is strength in numbers, and created a heroic spirit space unique to the black witches. From then on, future black witches could quickly inherit the knowledge of previous black witches after awakening.

After listening to the explanation of the black witch Oaks, Locke was amazed and praised her highly.

A sedan chair carries someone, let alone someone who is asking for help, so he will naturally not be stingy with his praise.

Of course.

Locke is even more confident that the black witch Oaks can solve his confusion.

soon.

The black witch Oaks also got to the point and asked Locke to stretch out his hands.

Locke did as he was told, raised his hands, and then looked at the black witch Oaks holding his hands.

moment.

Bang!
The flames in the fireplace leapt up, and the black witch Oaks' eyes began to turn white under the gaze of Locke and Natasha.

Locke closed his eyes.

He could feel that a consciousness had entered the blood pool space that he could not enter even when he was awake.

But Locke didn't feel his mind was invaded.

Obviously, this black witch Oaks was consistent in her words and deeds. She said that the reward was a tube of his blood, so she did not take this opportunity to pry into his mind.

after awhile.

The white in the eyes of the black witch Oaks slowly disappeared.

After Locke felt his consciousness leave his blood pool space, he opened his eyes and looked at the black witch Oaks.

"how?"

"Feel sorry."

"Ok?"

Seeing the confusion on Locke's face, the black witch Oaks shook her head and said, "I am not omnipotent, Mr. Underwood. The world is big. Although I have lived long enough, there are still some things in this world that we cannot understand."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"So you don't know the reason either?"

"Not quite."

The black witch Oaks explained: "Although I don't know who is stealing your power, I can feel that he didn't steal it intentionally."

Locke frowned.

"Can you explain it?"

"He stole your power not intentionally, but out of instinct, the survival instinct that exists in all living things."

"…To survive?"

"Yes, I can feel it. If he doesn't do this, he will die."

"hiss!"

Locke took a breath and said, "Hasn't he ever considered that if he does this, will I die?"

Fortunately, he had the blood drink to replenish it in time at the beginning, and he also upgraded his ability half a month ago.

But half a month ago, he upgraded his abilities and controlled the lost power from three-fifths to one-tenth.

But now another half a month has passed, and the flowing power has increased from one-tenth to two-tenths.

At this rate, in another nine and a half months, he would probably have to cling to the bloody drink.

what is this?
Harming others to benefit yourself?
In fact, Locke does not reject this kind of behavior of harming others for personal gain, but this is subject to certain conditions.

That is, he is the only one who is selfish.

But now.

He has the attribute of harming others.

Shet!

Locke was extremely speechless.

Damn it, just wait for me, don’t let me catch you, or I’ll crush you to pieces…

Just when Locke was thinking about how to deal with the thief who stole his power.

The black witch Oaks spoke again: "Although I don't know where this power comes from, I can be sure that he stole the power because you allowed it."

Locke raised his eyes and glanced at the black witch Oaks.

"I'm mad?"

"Do not."

The black witch Oaks smiled and said, "No one will allow others to take over their power, because it will make them weak, especially the vampires."

Locke felt Natasha casting her gaze on him again, and looked at the black witch Oaks.

"I don't admit that I am a vampire."

"Yes, but you will be the first one."

The black witch Oaks said such a confusing sentence, then changed the subject and looked at Locke: "Maybe you didn't allow this power to be lent out, but he can borrow your power, which means that deep in your heart, you don't reject him. Otherwise, no one can borrow your power, Mr. Underwood."

After listening to this, Locke not only did not explain his confusion, but became even more confused.

"Something in me allowed him to do?"

"Yes."

"Even if he makes me weak?"

"Yes."

"I'd be crazy to allow that."

Locke's eyebrows twitched, then he sighed and rubbed his eyebrows: "So if you can't help me locate this thief, then tell me, do you know anyone who can help solve my confusion?"

The black witch Oaks smiled and said, "I have an old friend who lives in Falls Town near Dutchess County. She is from the Salem black witch family. Maybe she can help you. Her name is Sheila Bennett, but I don't know if she is still alive."

Dutchess County, Sheila Bennett.

"That's enough for me."

Locke noted the location and name, smiled slightly, glanced across the table, then grabbed a silver knife and a glass jar on the table, and slashed his wrist directly under Natasha's shocked gaze.

moment.

Blood dripping into a glass jar.

By the time Natasha reacted, Locke had already withdrawn his right hand and placed it to his mouth.

Locke looked at the black witch Oaks: "This is the reward."

The black witch Oaks looked at the blood in the glass jar.

"I didn't help you."

"For me, it has helped. I am a person of my word, Ms. Oaks."

Locke smiled slightly, then looked at Natasha beside him: "Let's go."

Natasha came to her senses, looked at Locke who had turned and walked away, said goodbye to the black witch Oaks, and then caught up with Locke who had already walked out of the store and got into the car.

After she returned to the passenger seat, the first thing she did was to grab Locke's right hand and look at the wound on it.

but……

"Where's the wound?"

"It's just a minor wound, it's healed already."

"..."

(End of this chapter)