First was Darkseid, who turned people upside down, and now it's the Three House Demons. In the future, there will be more and more enemies to face.

but......

Only the stronger the enemy you have to face, the more pressure you can have on yourself, and it's not all bad.

That's the only way to comfort myself.

A lot of thoughts flashed in Eric's mind, and the outside time just happened for a moment.

Jonathan continued: "I saw Martin's youngest daughter on the way, that..."

Jonathan felt a wave of sadness when he remembered the other party's tragic situation.

"I saw purple energy on her body. Although that thing was unfamiliar to me, but...I was a little scared, would it be the purple that I and Martha saw in the hospital."

Jonathan, who felt flustered and uncomfortable, showed a vulnerable side in front of his two sons.

"I don't know...what does the child in Martha's womb represent?!"

Looking at his father's sadness and self-reproach, Eric stretched out his hand to hold his father's hand, "No, the little daughter of Martin's family, it's different from the purple you and your mother saw in the hospital, it's completely different. Energy. Her death had nothing to do with her mother."

Clark also comforted Jonathan, "Eric is very sensitive to these energies, Dad, since Eric said it doesn't matter, it must be okay."

Jonathan raised his head, adjusted his emotions, and smiled reluctantly at Eric and Clark, "Yes, Eric, you know more about the mysterious and complicated part of this world than I do."

Glancing at Martha upstairs, Jonathan said to the two: "I hope you don't tell Martha about this for a while, the doctor said she has to stay emotionally stable, I...I don't want her No more stimulation."

"clear."

"I will."

Eric and Clark both nodded.

After leaving the barn, Clark gritted his teeth and walked straight forward as if his eyes could shoot fire.

"Clark, where are you going?"

Eric stopped Clark, whose eyes were full of anger.

"Find the murderer!"

Stopping, Clark walked towards Eric, "She's just a ten-year-old girl, or a naive age, and she suffered bad luck like this? I can't allow such a thing to happen in front of my eyes! No matter who the murderer is, I'll find out, I swear!"

"You know that's not what humans do."

Eric's brows furrowed.

"Even if it's not human, I'll take revenge on him! Eric, you don't know magic? If you use your magic, your scepter, you might be able to find the murderer immediately. Instead of wasting time here !"

Clark raised his voice to Eric.

After seeing Eric's expression, he immediately calmed down.

Depressed bowed his head, "I'm sorry, Eric...I..."

"I...I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel powerless."

There were tears in Clark's eyes, but he quickly held them back. "Never have I been so powerless. I thought I could save everyone, but I'm just a person who vents his anger on the people close to me."

"I accept your apology."

Eric turned around and prepared to leave, "Also, I don't know magic, if you think that holding a stick to shoot beams is magic, the little girl in Blue Valley can do it, but obviously...she And me, we're not magicians."

Eric stared at the gloomy sky and said, "If you can't contain your anger, it won't help you with what you're going to face."

Along the road, Eric walked out of the farm.

He didn't feel any trace of magic in Smallville.

Since being cursed by Hecate, Eric is still a white Ding who cannot use magic.

But the keen perception of magic has improved a lot.

The magical breath spread in the air can be easily perceived by him, and after possessing the defense against magic, these magical breaths have turned into a substantial existence in his eyes that can be captured by the eyes.

But now he didn't feel any magical presence from Smallville.

Unless the other party is affiliated with God, or the faction of Lucifer.

The source of these two kinds of magic has nothing to do with Hecate, and Eric's "curse" cannot take effect on the magic of these factions.

As he was walking along the farm road, a gust of wind blew past him.

A member of the Justice Society, Bart Allen, stood in front of him.

Bart, who was wearing a red backpack and headphones, swallowed the pancakes in his mouth and said to Eric, "I'm sorry, I was tasting the pancakes made by Jenny in the kitchen just now, and I forgot about image management for the time being."

Although he was embarrassed to Eric, looking at the other party's expression, he didn't seem to be too embarrassed.

"Have you been busy lately?"

Eric asked him with a frown.

"No, actually, I'm a little busy right now."

Bart turned his expression straight and said, "I heard about the tragic things that happened in the town, a sad accident. I also hate the murderer very much. Believe me, if that **** is caught by me, I will use my Drag him on the ground with speed, turning his body into scum, I have always had zero tolerance for scum."

"You came here to express your anger to me?"

Eric asked him.

"No, of course not. I'm here to tell you some of my discoveries."

Bart pointed to the front, "Do you mind if we walk and talk together? Don't...misunderstand, I don't want to walk with you, I just think...it might look more like a friend. Take a walk and chat."

"Cough cough..."

Seeing Eric's increasingly dangerous eyes, Bart quickly said: "When I was out last night, I meant that when I went to the Justice Society to deliver meals to the big man, black smoke was found in the town. Although it was rainy weather. , but there's still black smoke wafting down the street, weird isn't it?"

Bart told Eric about the existence he saw, "Under the heavy rain, some can't see clearly, it is black smoke... or it can also be regarded as a 'shadow'."

"Shadow?"

After listening to Bart's words, Eric's brows furrowed.

"there's one more thing."

Bart took off his bag and pulled out a camera.

"You should thank me very much, see what this is."

Said and handed over the camera.

"what?"

Eric turned on the camera with some doubts, and when he saw the first photo above, his eyes narrowed.

"Lex Luthor?"

"Yes."

Bart said triumphantly: "I found him on an uninhabited island about 200 nautical miles west of Tiburon Island. He is a bit unlucky, although the closest country, Mexico, often has merchant ships passing by there. But The route was blocked recently, so no one found him. You know what it's like to run in the ocean? It's as boring as running in the desert."

Bart complained to Eric: "What's worse than the desert is that the blue sand can't bite me."

Eric ignored the other party's complaints and looked at the photo of Lex that Bart took secretly.

The first one shows Lex with a longer beard than Arrow, but with a shiny head wrapped in fur, fiddling with the "sos" logo on the beach.

The second picture is of him rolling on the ground, seemingly battered and bruised all over his body.

"What is he doing?"

Eric asked Bart puzzled.

"Forehead......"

After hesitating, Bart said: "I don't know very well, but I often see him talking to himself and fighting with people who don't seem to exist. It seems that he has lived on an isolated island for a long time, and he suffers from a split personality. "

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Chapter 181 I killed myself

Lex woke up suddenly from his sleep.

After waking up in a cold sweat, it was pitch black and cold.

"puff"!

The flames burst into flames, flooding the entire cave with light.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Lex looked at the other person by the campfire with lingering fears.

"Looks like you're having a nightmare again, Lex, you just got over your malaria and now you're in a bad situation again, you have a fever."

Sitting on the other side, Lex's companion on the isolated island, Louis, said while fiddling with the bonfire.

"Where am I?"

The burned-out Lex asked the other party.

"Where you've been for these two months, heaven."

The disheveled Louis wrapped his body with a few animal furs and said casually, "You called that name just now."

"what?"

"That **** who kept you here and framed you!"

Lex stood up and said to Louis, "Hey, listen, Louis, I appreciate everything you've done to me, but if you call my wife that again, I'll be rude to you."

Louis smiled, threw aside the stick that was fiddling with the bonfire, and stood up, "Lex, think about it with your head, when you wake up, Helen and the mechanic are gone, and you are the only one left. It's self-inflicted here, you have to at least consider this possibility."

"No, it's impossible, Helen won't betray me!"

Lex panted, "You should be repairing the raft now, instead of saying useless things here."

"I won't let you die. You'll be at sea for a few days and then die. I can't stand it, Lex."

Louis stood up and shook his head.

"I just want to get off this island now and get to the bottom of it."

Lex rushed up angrily and roared.

"The truth? The truth of the matter is that your father planned to frame the two of you, and Helen was lucky enough to escape, or...they were both complicit at all, why, Lex, why did you rush back to that deformed one? Family?"

Louis said to him sternly: "You can stay, there is only the two of us here."

"I have to go back, this place doesn't belong to me."

"You don't have to take this place as a curse on you. In the eyes of the outside world, you are already dead. This is an unchangeable fact. You can only stay here and adapt to the life of returning to nature. Isn't it a good thing? thing."

Louis strongly persuades Lex to stay.

"impossible."

Lex shook his head, "Now, you go to repair the raft."

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

Louis stopped arguing with him and turned to leave.

After the other party walked out of the cave, Lex sat down slightly panting.

The low temperature caused by the fever made his body weaker and weaker, and his body even shivered continuously.

After sitting around the bonfire, Lex grilled for a while before the coldness of his body gradually improved.

Picking up a branch and fiddling with the bonfire, he suddenly found that not far from the cave, a piece of soil had loose traces.

It seems to have been excavated in general.

A trace of curiosity flashed in Lex's eyes, and he walked step by step to the place that seemed to be excavated.

Looking at the softness of the soil, I tried to scratch it with the branches at hand.

"what!"

After digging for a while, what suddenly appeared in front of him startled him.

A skull suddenly appeared in front of him!