The intensely destructive heat sight was flicked aside by the silver bracelet, and cut along Wonder Woman's cape, cutting a slit in the cape.

On the other side, Zatanna, who was stunned by Wonder Woman's outburst, saw the hot gaze from Eric's eyes, and was in an incredible shock, but immediately realized that she was a little bit weak.

I remember that the wound on my father's back was also caused by a similar laser.

An intense laser-like energy beam left a deep burning wound on the father's back.

Compare this Eric Kent again with the man in the owl mask that he saw through the portal that day. The figures of the two gradually overlapped.

This guy... is the murderer who injured his father?

This bastard!

Do not!

Zatanna, who was about to start, immediately forced herself to calm down. She was not 100% sure yet, so she had to continue to observe.

If you are 100% sure that the other party is the **** who beat his father to bed for many days, he will definitely let him taste that.

Chapter 147 The Monster in the Barn

Boom!

Eric put his feet on the ground and frowned at the "giant" in front of him - Solomon Grandi.

After a fight with Wonder Woman, he had to retreat early in order to prevent himself from ending up in a quartet (especially when the woman who seemed to be Zatanna looked at him more and more dangerously).

Although he was not injured, his clothes were damaged a lot, so he had to go home and change clothes before taking his parents back to the farm.

After realizing that someone was following him on the road, Eric parked the car on the farm and walked alone to the deserted forest.

Solomon Grandi, who was crying and begging for mercy by him before, was hiding in the forest. After seeing Eric appearing in the forest, he immediately appeared.

Looking at Grandi with a flattering posture in front of him, Eric stared at him coldly.

"Why do you keep following me?"

"It's...Grandi...Master!"

Grundy said a few words in fits and starts.

Eric could feel what the big man was trying to convey.

Want to recognize yourself as a master?

Is it because of being beaten up by yourself?

"Master or something? Will this kind of thing be identified casually?"

Eric shook his head and turned to leave.

If it is a little more pleasing to the eye, he may also radiate a little sympathy and empathy.

But he didn't have any interest in the existence of this huge and ugly zombie type, and he didn't have any sympathy at all.

Seeing Eric preparing to leave, Grandi immediately followed in his footsteps.

Noisy!

A beam of hot gaze hit Grandi's shoulder, instantly knocking him backwards.

With a bang, Grandi fell heavily to the ground, and the trembling forest shook slightly.

"If you follow me again, you will die!"

Eric's eyes flickered with a red shimmer, and his tone was piercingly cold.

Perhaps feeling Eric's undisguised killing intent, Grandi was cowardly, looking at Eric with fearful eyes, daring not to follow.

After threatening Grandi, Eric left the forest and returned to the farm.

As soon as I got back to the farm, I saw Clark standing in front of the door waiting for him.

"Eric!"

When he saw his brother approaching, he immediately stopped him.

"The matter in Blue Valley Town has been settled?"

Eric asked him.

"Well, it's resolved, but..."

Clark reached out and touched the bullpen, and said in a complicated tone: "I know that you have solved most of the problems for me, the underground base of Blue Valley Town, the group of people from the Injustice Association are you..."

He originally wanted to say "kill", but when he thought that this was at home, it was best not to use such a word, so he changed it to the word "deal with".

"Did you handle it? Eric."

"Is this important to you?"

Eric was silent for a moment and asked the other party.

"It doesn't matter, no... it doesn't mean it doesn't matter, no matter what, I want to thank you."

Clark patted the bullpen and said, "You saved everyone, Smallville, Blue Valley, and the people of the Metropolis. If you hadn't arrived earlier, I'm afraid more people would have been hurt. I just.... .."

Looking at the bulls running happily in the bullpen, Clark's eyes showed a trace of confusion, "I find that sometimes I can't do anything. I hope to complete a career, but every time it is not satisfactory."

Clark expressed his lack of self-confidence, "Like this group of people who stopped the Injustice Association, you are the one to help me in the end. Eric, maybe I am a person who should not be given too much attention and expectations. ."

Hearing Clark's words, Eric was a little surprised.

Did Superman feel insecure?

Although I wanted to say directly to the other party, "You are destined to be noticed and expected by everyone," but after a while of silence, he said, "If you are acting with a group of furry children, but you have not shown what you should have. Leadership and record, Clark, don't get frustrated because nobody cares about that."

"yes?"

Clark removed his hands from the bullpen and turned to lean his body against the fence. "I think I should be able to do more."

At this stage, Clark's spirit is a little lost, and he feels that he has been living in the shadow of his younger brother.

In every way, Eric is doing better than himself.

Although it doesn't cause jealousy, I still want to do something to prove it to Eric.

"Clark, if you care too much, you'll have too much annoyance."

Eric shook his head and turned to leave, "You are never compared with others, because you have always been that special person. Also, next time you find a doctor to solve such a psychological problem, I am interested in being your exclusive spiritual mentor. No interest."

Clark looked at Eric's back, and a feeling of remorse suddenly rose in his heart.

Saying so myself, won't Eric misunderstand that he is blaming him?

Turning around and looking at the calf running in the bullpen, he was a little frustrated.

It seems that his stupid tongue has screwed up again!

On the other side, Eric, who left the bullpen, frowned slightly.

The idea of ​​icicle touched him.

Hopefully the future Clark doesn't have icicle-like thoughts.

Destroying Metropolis and Gotham or something, this kind of extreme blackening behavior, it is best not to occur in Clark's mind.

......

Talon Club.

Looking at her aunt who had returned to normal, Lana breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, Aunt Nell, you're all right."

Holding Neil, Lana's eyes flashed with tears.

"Since the first table guest checked out, you have been standing here, and you can't wake up no matter how much you shout."

"yes?"

Neil blinked in confusion, "Have I been standing here just now? Didn't I go anywhere?"

"You've been standing here all the time, just looking at the guests of the club, and you can't wake up."

Lana didn't know what happened to Aunt Nell, wiped the tears from her eyes and replied.

"I went to an unfamiliar place, no, it shouldn't be said to be unfamiliar, it's a place I've seen countless times."

Neil stood up and walked to the bookshelf and took out a book.

Flip through a page of illustrations—a grotesque and terrifying being in a dark starry sky.

"I just saw this kind of existence that makes people dread at a glance. Although it is in sleep, it feels very real."

A look of horror appeared on Nell's face, "It's so real that you believe that such things will definitely exist in the universe, and that one day, they will definitely come."

Lana took the book from her aunt and looked at the illustrations on it.

"This is Eric's book. Although it's a little weird, most of these drawings and the contents above are fictional, right?"

Lana also likes this book. After all, it was because of her recommendation that Eric's set of books could be published. She felt that she played a certain role in it.

This is the unique existence of the two people who have established a relationship with Eric, so it has extraordinary meaning in her view.

"Well, maybe, but the scene I saw just now almost completely overlaps with this one. Because it's too real, I can't tell whether it's real or unreal."

Neel's head was still a little dizzy, she rubbed her forehead and said, "I now doubt whether Eric is a genius or a prophet, Lana, do you know Van Gogh's "Starry Night"?"

"Well, I know, this painting by Van Gogh is very famous."

"The starry sky is twisted like a meandering river, and even the universe in the background is beginning to twist. The huge cypress trees that go straight to the clouds are like a black flame. Although it is weird, it is unforgettable at a glance. "

After neel rubbed her forehead, she raised her head and looked at the sunset outside the window, "Maybe... Eric may be like Van Gogh, his eyes and mind can see the vast and weird things we can't see. universe."

"Ha...Eric is not crazy, Lana!"

In the Talon coffee hall, Chloe took a latte from Lana and thanked the other party: "And I don't think Eric can be compared to Van Gogh. You are not saying that Neal is a mysterious Are you a fan of learning? I think...some words you have to accept selectively."

After stirring the coffee for a while, Chloe continued: "But one thing is certain, that is, Eric's book will become more popular, and then set off a new round of discussion."

"Um."

Lana nodded thoughtfully.

"Look at what's being said on TV, even though I now have more and more doubts about the authority of the government in terms of credibility."

Chloe said and turned her attention to the TV.

"The National Weather Center has determined that an earthquake occurred in the surrounding area, including metropolitan Kansas, and the earthquake caused a weather satellite to malfunction. The debris of the fallen weather satellite has been found in the metropolitan area."

There was a report from a female announcer on TV.

"I don't quite understand what it has to do with the failure of the weather satellites when all the adults suddenly stand still."

Lana complains to Chloe.

"Well, Lana, you have to learn to associate. The reason adults stand still and look up at the sky is because they're looking up at the falling satellite."

Chloe offered a plausible explanation.

"I think this explanation is very stupid."

Lana complained mercilessly.

"Well, the real reason is that they use one fake news to cover up another big news."

Chloe tasted the coffee that Lana brewed, "But I will continue to investigate this matter, maybe I can find some big news, exclusive big news that belongs to the Torch."

"Maybe, but I still advise you to be careful, after all, the whole thing is weird."

Lana stood up. "Sorry, there are guests here, I have to work, Chloe."

After Lana left, Chloe put the notebook on the coffee table, took out a pen from her bag, and wrote and drew something on the notebook.

Kent Farm.

Eric also writes and draws on paper, but unlike Chloe's sketched news material, Eric is scribbling at will.

For the Metropolis, Smallville, and Blue Valley, some of these people who were once controlled by brainwaves had peeped into some dark existences in the world of brainwave consciousness, he already knew.

But the brain waves only saw the tip of the iceberg, so Eric was not worried about leaking anything.

And he also uses brain waves to plant certain thoughts in these people's consciousness, so he won't worry about anything.

In the middle of the night, everything is quiet.

Martha was suddenly awakened by a sound.