Docked in the blue sedan at the edge of the farmland, Charles lowered his head and kept writing intently.

This time, Charles had no other gains except for a group of supernatural figures, so he has focused all his attention on it for the moment.

Except for the witches in Salem, there were more than a dozen other witches scattered, and Charles was also "caring for" them.

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

He was originally worried about whether these people would be left here after he used the time and space angels to roam here. However, now it seems that there is no.

This made him feel relieved.

He had already "settled" the rest before, but at this moment he was concentrating on controlling the witches.

After constantly filling in the blanks, the words on the storybook become the following-

After a period of understanding, the witches of New Orleans have accepted the fact that they appeared in another world, and that familiar face makes them doubt whether their "time and space travel" of their group are related to that person.

So after the initial confusion, the witches had a common goal - to find Charles Corranston.

But before this, they must solve the problem of survival.

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

In other words, they are not legal here.

Therefore, leaving the witches before the hotel security guards noticed it was the top priority for the witches.

However, not all witches have the ability to change their shadows, so they discussed for a moment that Madison, who is beautiful and has a strong acting skills, is responsible for attracting attention, while others take the opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, it was not clear whether it was because he had not woken up completely after being called, or because he was already confused, Quinn accidentally kicked the hotel alarm equipment, and the harsh twitched immediately and many guests in the front and back corridors ran out of the guest room in panic...

...

Charles found that the extent to which these witches collected fate seemed to be more than they would do by themselves, and this discovery made him very interested.

However, there is no detailed scale for the acquisition of the power of fate, and he is not sure whether it is really too much or his own illusion.

Seeing that the witches had escaped from the hotel with the flow, Charbon planned to temporarily stop controlling and observe other things, but suddenly felt that there seemed to be some subtle changes in the storybook.

He then opened the page represented by the witches and looked at him.

This kind of page in the storybook seems to be classified as people or gathered or single, for example, the group of witches gathered together, so they are integrated on one page, but they are displayed in a sliding manner, suddenly appearing like electronic devices.

But the subsequent demon was not followed by other "same kind" or "members" and now it also occupies a page.

However, although the storybook seems to have a certain thickness, its pages seem endless, and you are not afraid of problems such as having no place after being filled.

Turn the pages of the book and go beyond these controlled targets, and the initial discovery of the story pages are reflected in your eyes.

Then Charles suddenly discovered a change.

In the past, the "story" in story books revolved around Shire. Unless in special circumstances, most of them appeared nearby. For example, the thing he encountered when he first took action was not far away.

Now, however, they seem to be born around those goals under the control of the Charles.

This situation surprised Charles. After thinking about it, he followed his intuition and suddenly tore off one of the pages.

The original story book was born a new page, and the one in his hand retracted and eventually turned into a solid colorless particle of light.

He turned the storybook back to the witch page, and then placed the dazzling light grain in his hand on the name Quinnie.

The faint light flashed, and the light particles disappeared, but the extended story was different-

The witches who were discussing the next action on the streets had their own opinions. Some thought they would go to New Orleans to see if the witch school was still there, while others thought it was impossible. They should first have a thorough understanding of the world before making plans. Zoe, who simply thought calling the police was a good choice, caused Madison to sarcasm and ridicule.

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

Because of her figure, she had been stolen many times, so Quini hated thieves the most. Seeing this, she snorted, raised her hand and twisted her thighs hard, and activated her witchcraft doll talent.

The screams appeared from there, and the pain that was caught off guard made the thief suffer in great pain and directly exposed his behavior at this moment. Then he was quickly surrounded by people around him.

Quini was watching happily, but suddenly, she stood there as if she was struck by lightning.

A cool feeling suddenly fell from the sky, flowing all over my mind, and finally disappeared.

She felt that she seemed different from what she had just done.

...

Looking at the words displayed on the pages, Charles felt that he had discovered the real purpose of storybooks.

After passing the page or events on the page to the controlled target, can this effect similar to "release tasks" be created?

After that Quini completed the "mission", Shire also found that he had gained a destiny, not much, but he was stronger than doing it himself.

"So weren't these events for me to show them?"

As he thought secretly, he suddenly moved his mind, and the storybook and pen in his hand turned into clear light and disappeared. Not long afterwards, the blue Martha's car window was knocked.

"You good friend, can you do a favor? My car is out of power."

A mature male voice came from outside. Charles looked around and a square-faced middle-aged man came into his eyes.

Charles didn't know this person, obviously just a passerby seeker, but when he turned his head, the other party suddenly changed his face.

Then under Charles' deep gaze, he yelled, and then hurriedly said, "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that the car seemed to have just had an old problem. I should be able to fix it myself. I'm disturbing you, thank you."

After saying that, without waiting for Charles to respond, the man hurriedly turned around and left, with the target of a white SUV parked not far away.

At first, Charles felt that the man was a little confused, but then he realized that he might have recognized him, so he might have been ready to escape or call the police.

He didn't care much about this, shrugged, raised his hand to activate Maserati, and flew away with a whoosh.

Reed Strack, who hurried back to his car, collapsed in the driver's seat with cold sweat on his face. The wife Caitlin, who was the co-pilot next to him and the two children behind him saw that he looked abnormal, hurriedly surrounded him to ask about his well-being.

"What's wrong with you Dad?"

"Are you sick?"

Facing the greetings from relatives, Reed was determined not to say what he had just discovered, in case they were frightened, but opened his mouth but couldn't help it.

"I saw the photo of the person in the car just now when I was a prosecutor. It was the mutant criminal in Atlanta who was said to be related to death row prisoners. It was very, very dangerous."

Reed Strack is a district attorney who specializes in dealing with mutant crimes, so he usually has a lot of information about this, so it is not difficult to guess why he recognized Charles at first sight.

"You mean Kelanston?" his wife Caitlin frowned when she heard this, "but it is said that he is just a scapegoat found by the Atlanta government, and it has nothing to do with the death row prisoners."

"Does anyone know exactly?" Reed waved his hand and sighed: "Anyway, it's right to be far away. We're in trouble now."

At the stand where they were talking, a man and a woman behind them looked at each other.

"Andy, who are they talking about?"

"I don't know, it's related to death row prisoners?" The slightly gloomy boy thought.

Seeing his face strange, his sister Lauren thought that after waking up the mutation gene, she always liked to search for various information about the death row prisoner, so she said suspiciously: "Why, are you still admiring that criminal?"

This troublesome brother once admired the arrogant death row prisoner, and did not stop until his grandparents' cemetery was "dig out".

"How is it possible, mom will beat me to death." The boy named Andy retorted, then thought for a while, and added in a low voice,

"I just feel that death row prisoners are very cool."

If the parents in the front row heard this, they would probably be scolded again. However, the two of them were talking down at this moment, but they didn't pay attention to the discussion between the two siblings behind them.

It’s just a pity that they are worried that problems in the car cannot be solved by just talking about them.

Fortunately, the Colanston never turned back after leaving, which made them obviously relieved.

However, before long, a convertible sports car slowly stopped beside their cars. The guy in white clothes in the car changed his face again.

"So what's wrong?" Seeing his face strange, his wife was puzzled.
Chapter completed!