People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"You have just awakened the ability of divination and prophecy."

"Unlike ordinary witches, yours is more powerful."

“It might be more appropriate to call it Tianmu.”

“When you touch another person’s body part, you see that person’s past or what they might do in the future.”

Cordelia couldn't help but take a step back and stammered, "You are—"

He stretched out his right hand, and a golden glow condensed into a sword in his hand. Bajir smiled and said, "You may find it very familiar."

"It has many names. Broken Steel, King's Sword, Iron-Slashing Sword, Sword in the Lake, Sword of Promised Victory. But you should be familiar with them."

At the same time, golden animal eyes appeared, exactly the same as the red dragon that covered the sky and the sun.

“The future is determined by the strong.”

Baqir held her hand again, "You can take another look."

Cordelia shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, her head tilted back as new images flooded into her mind.

The man sat on the clouds, like a god.

Two girls served on both sides.

Thousands of miles above the sky, look down with him at the world beneath the clouds.

The earth wailed, and mushroom-shaped explosion clouds appeared in the former city.

Cordelia gasped, her consciousness drifting away from the scene.

If she was not mistaken, the two girls were Zoe and Madison.

That godlike and majestic man was the young man next to her.

At this moment, he said again: "This is the future of Michael Langton and the Church of Satan destroying the world after I decided not to intervene."

"Michael Langton? Who is he?" Cordelia asked. But this time, her words were no longer panic-stricken, but full of determination.

She has the demeanor of a future super witch or leader of a witch group.

"Let me speak for you sweetheart." Madison took Basil's hand, "He is the son of Satan. The tentacles that plunged the world into darkness and destruction."

Cordelia: "Where is he?"

Zoe also came over. "He's in Los Angeles. He lives in a mansion next to a famous haunted house. I think so, if her grandmother hasn't passed away."

"By the way, he is just a mortal now. A dump truck can kill him."

To be honest, the reason she knew so much about it was more because the girl who played Violet in the first Murder House was the same girl as her.

However, after she knew the plot, she went to check it out. Unfortunately, their appearances were only similar but not surprising.

That's right, the American Horror Story series always likes to use recurring actors.

Even though the plots of the first, third, fifth, and eighth parts are connected, the actors still repeat themselves in key roles.

If they were exactly the same, then everything would have been a mess long ago.

At least Fiona would definitely recognize the psychic who looked exactly like her daughter.

"Can I go and kill him?" Cordelia said with a determined look.

"I have a better solution." Bagir suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something interesting.

He kissed Madison and Zoe on the cheeks, "Looks like I have to excuse myself."

The sword in his hand began to glow, then dissipated, and even Bagir's body began to glow.

Under the brilliant black starry sky, a shooting star flew towards the bustling Los Angeles.

-

The empty old house has not seen anyone for a long time.

A young man wearing ill-fitting children's clothes was crying like a child.

The young man had thick golden brown hair and light blue eyes.

His facial features were handsome, yet contained an lingering cold evil aura. However, at this moment, his face revealed an expression of incomparable childish innocence.

In front of him was a female corpse, lying quietly on a sofa covered with a dust sheet. It looked like she had committed suicide.

He hugged the female corpse and kept repeating words like "wake up" and "I'm sorry".

"If the souls in this house don't want to be seen, then no one can see them." A middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the sofa across from me. His eyes revealed the kindness of an old father, and his tone was extremely friendly.

The young man, who was immersed in pain, quickly came to his senses and asked, "She doesn't want me to see her?"

"I'm sorry." The middle-aged man whispered, with a little more pity in his eyes.

"Who are you?" the young man asked in a childish, crying voice.

The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind, "Someone who wants to be seen. Someone who wants to help."

"If you really want to change, I can give you guidance."

"I'm a devil!" The young man gave up on himself, but revealed a sense of hope, "Why are you helping me?"

The man said kindly, "Because I always treat you as my own son. Even though you are not my son."

"No, he is your father. Although there is no blood relationship between us." Bagir couldn't help but speak out.

This is the murder house.

Anyone who dies here can become a ghost and linger in this house.

This middle-aged man is Ben, the husband of Vivian, the mother of the Son of Satan.

The young man is Michael, the son of Satan. He looks like an adult, but he is actually only seven years old.

The female corpse was Constance. She couldn't accept that all her descendants were abnormal. Some time ago, her grandson grew ten years older overnight and tried to kill her in his sleep, so she collapsed and committed suicide.

It is worth mentioning that her son Tate is also the boyfriend of Ben and Vivian's daughter Violet.

In order to repay her gratitude, Tate gave a child to Nora, the ghost who saved her when she was young, and had a relationship with Vivian pretending to be Ben.

Hence Michael.

All of the above mentioned people except Michael are ghosts.

In short, Bagir just wants to say one thing: your circle is really messy.

But all this should be the influence of Satan. In fact, it is hinted in the original plot that all haunted places are the mouths of hell.

After Vivian became pregnant with Michael, Tate returned to normal.

And this isn't just speculation.

In fact, the reason why he didn't show up just now was not to laugh at the joke.

But I ate too much.

The endless malice turned into pure energy and joined the circulation in his body.

However, none of them could compare to what the seven-year-old young man in front of him brought him.

The emotional magic on his data panel, that is, the number marked after the alien magic when it is full is the size of the blue bar.

If you want to improve, you can only spend a huge amount of emotional energy and go through the cycle of good and evil.

Until now, the value of his alien magic has only increased from 327.5 to 328.3.

He had been beside Michael for less than a minute, but Michael's high quality, naturally generated from the bottom of his heart, and his inexhaustible malice had increased the value of Bagir's alien magic to 403.

It is still increasing rapidly at an exaggerated rate of 0.001 per second.

You have to know that this increase is the upper limit, not just the accumulation of energy.

This is not a problem at all, he is my non-blood related son!

Then, the look in Bagir's eyes when he looked at Michael suddenly changed.

If you don’t know, you would think he is Michael’s father.

"Son, ugh, Michael."

"I am the one who can truly change you for the better."

Michael looked confused, but he couldn't help but move a few steps closer to Bagel.

Both Baqir and Ben were strangers to him.

However, the closer he got to Bagir, the weaker his desire to kill became.

He also believed Baqir's lies.

So he turned to Ben and asked, "Dad?"

"Hey." Ben replied subconsciously, "No, you are not, you are Vivian's son, but I-"

As the son of Satan, Michael has an extremely high IQ and immediately understood who Vivian is to him.

He asked back the next second after Ben finished speaking: "You and your mother are divorced?"

"No." Ben shook his head.

Michael: "Mom cheated on me?"

"I was the one who cheated." Ben covered his face.

Michael: “So?”

Baqir interjected: "Your mother treated other people as her husband."

Michael: "That 'someone else' is my dad, my grandmother's son?"

Baqir teased, "Yes, he is also the son-in-law of the man in front of you."

Michael looked at Ben: "What should I call you then? Dad? Or grandpa?"

Ben's face turned pale, "It's all right."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 128 Your friend Michael Langdon sent a friend request

"Tsk!" Bagir snorted in boredom.

Even after all this, Michael's biological father, sister, and mother have not shown up yet.

He thought he could see a good show.

As a result, only Ben, the head of the family, was left here with a green face, being pestered by Michael with all kinds of questions.

His son-in-law, daughter, and wife did not show up.

Maybe he showed up too.

But the ghosts in this world can completely disappear from the sight of others and other ghosts if they don't want to.

Ghosts in this state can only be seen by wizards who have awakened the ability of [Out-of-body Experience].

To awaken this ability is equivalent to dying once and facing the personal hell that the afterlife has arranged for you.

Baqir didn't want to take the risk.

He also couldn't tell if they were present by the smell of emotions around him.

The constant flow of malevolence in the Murder House tasted like cold cola. The high-quality emotions in Michael tasted like cold vodka after being refrigerated.

Under the cover of these two flavors, the flavors of other emotions are barely detectable.

Now he could only look at the bitter face of Ben, who looked like Ross in "Friends", and draw some amusement from it.

The fun has almost ended.

He just coughed and said to Michael, "You don't have to ask him."

"Except for Ben, all the other ghosts pretty much think you are hopeless and a monster."

Michael's expression froze, "Including my biological parents?"

He wanted to say something, but after Bagir snapped his fingers, he was frozen in place like a petrified tree.

Bajir squatted down and said with a malicious look, "Including."