Chapter 219

But...

No use.

Peter's uniform on his arms was torn, but he was still bound tightly in mid-air.

His eyes were also wide open, looking at the very unscientific scene in front of him.

A hell witch, who seemed to be surrounded by blue flames, opened her right hand toward Peter and rotated slowly.

Peter, bound in mid-air, also rotated with the rotating palm.

The hell witch's voice was gloomy.

"Those who help Osborn must die."

"Is that so?"

Hawk's voice followed closely behind.

The hell witch's eyes, which were glowing with blue fire, shrank suddenly, and her right hand swung toward the position where the voice came from.

Boom!

The blue fire exploded in Hawk's palm, which was formed into a fist.

Hawk subsequently walked out from the exploding blue fire.

Peter also landed on the ground with a 'thud', shot out a web without any hesitation, and then with a 'whoosh', landed steadily beside Hawk.

"Hawk, what the hell is this thing."

"Salem witch."

Hawk said, his gaze fixed on the hell witch in front, who was covered in blue fire, and said: "We didn't know Osborn was cursed by you, which is why they had a family disease, there's no need to make a move on us."

Peter on the side was somewhat confused.

Hawk subsequently made a long story short, explaining that Osborn's genetic disease was likely the result of being cursed by the Salem witches after they burned them back then.

Peter was even more confused now.

"Salem witch... aren't they fake?"

"Most likely some were wronged, but this one in front is definitely a real witch."

And also a powerful witch.

After all...

A witch who can run out of hell for revenge must be very powerful.

Peter listened to Hawk's explanation, opened his mouth, and still didn't understand.

"Then why is she looking for me?"

"Your blood cured Harry, the witch is taking her anger out on you."

"Hiss!"

Peter gasped, then looked at the hell witch standing in front, motionless, crackling with blue fire, quietly watching them, recalling the scene where he had no ability to resist just now.

"How do you kill this thing?"

"Can't kill it."

"What?"

"Do you know magic attacks?"

"No."

"Then that's it."

Hawk's five senses were fully open, and he could very easily see that the hell witch in front was in a non-corporeal state. To be precise, the hell witch in front gave Hawk the feeling of being a pieced-together soul state, naturally immune to physical attacks.

As everyone knows.

The Phoenix Phantom Demon Fist isn't a magic attack, but a mental attack.

The most important point.

Put on the Phoenix Saint Cloth, just to deal with this hell witch in front who is only here for her own revenge?

Hawk couldn't do it.

Peter couldn't help but take another deep breath.

"Then what to do?"

"See if we can negotiate. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. I remember Harry still has a few uncles, right."

"Didn't you see at the funeral, they were arguing that the will was fake, and as a result, they were kicked out directly by Felicia."

If Harry hadn't left a will, according to reason, Harry's few uncles would also have inheritance rights.

But Harry left a will, and Harry's few uncles had nothing.

Capitalist society doesn't have humanitarianism, or humanitarian compensation.

"As long as there's someone with the surname Osborn."

Hawk said, then said to the hell witch glowing with blue light in front: "We didn't know beforehand, now we know, we guarantee we won't interfere with the remaining few with the surname Osborn, you can continue your revenge, we don't know anything."

The blue light on the hell witch flashed gloomily.

After a while.

With a 'whoosh'!

Under the Manhattan Bridge, the blue fire light disappeared, and the hell witch subsequently disappeared as well.