"Yes, the other party is holding a few pages of broken books, trying to find some magical clues."

Zatanna frowned and said, "If the magician doesn't cooperate with him, the end will be miserable."

"Don't you know the identity of the other party?"

Wonder Woman asked.

"No, because all the magicians he has come into contact with, the final results... are not very good."

Zatanna said something that shocked several people.

In an apartment on the outskirts of the metropolis.

At this time, Clark, who Zatanna thought was "another force", grabbed the collar of a man, and his eyes flashed with crimson light.

"I know you are a magician, don't hide your identity from me, because that will only make you suffer more."

Full of hostility, Clark gritted his teeth and threw the opponent against the wall.

With a bang, the man's body slammed into the wall, let out a groan and smashed to the ground.

Noisy!

A red hot gaze shot from his eyes, cutting the furniture in front of him in half in an instant.

Standing in front of the man, Clark grabbed him and showed him a broken page in his hand.

"What kind of magic is this? Where does it come from?"

Clark shows him the shards of the spell book he picked up from Lana.

"I...I don't know!"

The man bled from his mouth and said with difficulty breathing.

Facing this ghostly man, he tried to utter a spell, trying to use magic to deal with him.

But as soon as the mantra was uttered, a piercing pain pierced into his mind.

The next second, a sarcoma spit out of his mouth.

The disgusting and intolerable sarcoma kept spitting out as a long lump.

Then the opponent's body shook rapidly, and his legs were brought together by the red tumor that grew out.

"Ho...ho!"

A painful and indistinct sound came from the magician's throat, and the clothes were stretched open, gradually turning into a monster composed of red meat **** and tumors.

Noisy!

Clark's eyes glowed with heat.

"Whoa!"

Cut each other in half in an instant.

The ruthless Clark continued to use his heat vision to cut the red monster, cutting the opponent into pieces with a few strokes.

"Magic backlash?"

After using heat vision to kill the opponent, Clark frowned.

When he was looking for these magicians, he heard these people repeatedly mention this word.

Shaking his head, after glancing at the monster that had been turned into pieces of meat balls, he turned and flew out.

Whoosh!

The flight continued to accelerate in the air, and the white clouds in the sky were scattered by him.

Feeling the whistling sound in his ears, Clark flew to the next destination with a blank expression.

Now he is completely occupied with revenge and anger!

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Chapter 157 The Golden Double Spears of Eros

Smallville.

It rained from the cloudy sky.

Delicate and long rain, with ecstasy icy cold.

In the cold weather, the rainwater that formed a line brought a layer of cold air to the whole earth. As raindrops approach the ground, every drop of rain falls on the ground with a tiny splash of water.

The dry ground on the Kent farm, moistened by rain after a long drought and rain, the land exudes a unique damp smell.

Martha was standing in the corridor outside the house with her clothes on, watching the rain fall from the sky to the ground quietly.

The splashing water droplets appeared in her eyes, and then disappeared.

"Squeak!"

Jonathan pushed open the door and walked out, draping a dress over her.

"How is it? Is there any news from the police station?"

Martha looked at the water splashing on the ground without realizing it, and asked her husband.

"Not yet, but don't worry, there will always be a way."

Jonathan looked at the rain that came from the long drought. He didn't have a trace of joy. Instead, he was filled with gloom like the dark clouds in the sky.

"Did something happen to Neal's farm?"

Martha turned around and asked her husband.

"The police station believed that there was a gas explosion caused by the fire, and no one was injured, but both Nell and Lana were gone."

Jonathan said to his wife, "Although what is happening in front of me is one bad news one after another, there is one thing that is the only news that is not so bad."

"We haven't received bad news from Eric and Clark, which means we can expect a better ending, right?"

"Um."

Martha nodded worriedly, but the sadness on her face did not diminish.

"Remember? Martha, there was a time around Halloween, which was supposed to be Eric and Clark in elementary school, and the two of them didn't come home after midnight, so we went out looking for them and didn't find them until late at night, Do you remember that Halloween?"

"Well, of course I remember."

Martha also remembered the funny things from the past, and a smile on the corner of her mouth dispelled a little sadness.

"Clark found an abandoned playground in a nearby town. At that time, their talents were revealed, and they always ran far away. Clark, who likes playgrounds very much, has been playing there, although Eric has no interest, But also there with him. Although Eric can be very calm sometimes, but sometimes, especially when facing Clark, maybe this calmness will be diluted a little."

Jonathan put his arm around his wife's shoulder and said, "I'm sure Clark will do the same."

"They've been growing up, Martha, it used to be a playground, now it's probably a bigger and more complex place than that, and they'll bind or trap them both, keeping Eric and Clark out of the way for a while, but. ...we have to always have faith in them."

"Well, I understand, Jonathan, it's just..."

Tears flashed in Martha's eyes, "I will be afraid, I have always been afraid, that Halloween I even hid in the kitchen and cried secretly, if someone told me: my future son will be like a bird. Flying in the sky. Then I'd be more scared, and the birds would all fly away eventually, wouldn't they?"

"DiDi!"

The two were standing outside talking when a car came from outside the farm.

On a rainy day, the rain curtain covered the figure of the car, making it difficult for the couple to see the scene inside the car.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and a figure got out of the car, holding an umbrella and stepping on the muddy ground to the two of them.

"dad?"

Martha wiped away her tears and looked at the old man with an umbrella in surprise.

She didn't expect her father to come here at this time.

"It's been raining a lot recently, and my knees haven't been very good, otherwise I'd drive over early."

The old man put away his umbrella and smiled at Martha.

The father and daughter hugged intimately, "Dad, it's really nice to see you."

"Me too. If you could stay with me for a few more days last time, I'd be even happier."

The old man teased his daughter.

Seeing his old husband come to the door for the first time, Jonathan didn't feel any joy. After showing an apologetic expression to his wife, he turned and walked into the room.

He knew his father-in-law's attitude towards him.

Since I got married, I have never been to the farm for more than 20 years, and I have never said a word to myself.

It is estimated that in my father-in-law's heart, he has always been a peasant with little prospect.

There is a huge identity gap between him and the so-called elite upper-class people like him.

Since the two hate each other, there is no need to have an intersection.

Jonathan knew his bad temper, but he didn't have any intention of changing.

"Dad, sorry, Jonathan he..."

Seeing her husband go straight away, Martha apologized to her father in embarrassment.

"I know, and I understand it now."

The old man smiled at Martha, "He's the Kansas kid who can't get out of his own farm. No matter how many years later, I believe it will be like this."

"If you're here to criticize Jonathan, Dad, I don't think today is the right day."

Hearing her father's criticism of her husband, Martha frowned.

She loves her father, but she also criticizes her father for not coming to the farm for more than 20 years.

Now seeing his father criticize Jonathan again, there is a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Then I won't say it."

The old man smiled at Martha, "I'm not here to vent my dissatisfaction with your husband, but for Eric and Clark. Ever since you called me, I've asked some old friends from the Metropolis Help me investigate, you know...I'm retired from the Met, but I still know some friends."

Saying that, she took out a stack of documents from her pocket and handed it to Martha.

"This is the information about the Lana Lan family that you want, with a commercial life insurance mixed in it."

"Commercial life insurance?"

Martha took the document bag from her father's hand in surprise.

She just mentioned her suspicions to her father, including Clark's recent obsession with Lana's witch culture.

Unexpectedly, my father not only thoroughly investigated the information of the Lana family, but also prepared commercial life insurance.

"Well, regarding Eric and Clark's life insurance, I have purchased life insurance for them since they were five years old, and it's like this every year."

The old man explained with a flat expression.

"But...why don't we know?"

Martha asked in shock.

If Eric and Clark bought life insurance, shouldn't they and Jonathan, as guardians, know about it?

"Don't forget your father's occupation. He is a professional who deals with legal provisions and conventions. It is very easy to bypass these things."

The old man put on his hat, opened his umbrella and prepared to leave.

"Eric and Clark will be fine. They are not ordinary people, aren't they? Even if there is an accident, my daughter, you still have to hold on, for this family and the child in your belly."

Does your father know about the talents of Eric and Clark?

when?

Martha was in a huge shock.

Looking up at her father, Martha asked, "You love Eric and Clark, it's not that you don't know anything about them, why didn't you tell them, why didn't you tell Jonathan?"

The old man walking on the muddy road with an umbrella smiled, opened the car door, turned around and said to Martha: "You are my daughter, Clark, Eric, they are my grandsons, I am not doing this for the sake of get something."

After putting away the umbrella and entering the car, the old man started the car and quickly disappeared into the rain.