Chapter 107： angry witch

How scary when a witch gets angry.

Locke, who was holding an umbrella and wearing sunglasses, only understood when he stood in front of this burning house.

The difference between extraordinary and ordinary!

No matter how strong the killer is, he can only kill one by one.

But extraordinary?

But it can kill a bunch of them.

The eyes hidden behind the sunglasses flickered, and Locke avoided the crowd and walked to this moment, still in the flaming venue.

into the eye.

Those who fell to the ground and did not escape were all dead bodies.

but……

"Okay!"

Locke looked at the corpses one by one, and secretly said in his heart: "I can still control myself."

His right and wrong and good and evil are always different from others.

Locke gave Carrie power, and once told Carrie that with my power, one could kill.

He was not afraid that Carrie would not kill, but that Carrie did not even have the courage to kill.

or……

He was afraid that Carrie could not control this power and would kill innocent people indiscriminately!

Innocents are not killed.

This is the bottom line that Locke has always maintained. If even a passerby shouts and kills, there is no reason to whitewash and justify.

so……

When Carrie used her power on a large scale just now, Locke noticed it immediately, and then dared to come.

Right now, it looks ok.

Those who died were all those who had bullied and bullied Carrie.

There is no innocent.

only.

Locke held up his umbrella, squatted down, and stared at Tommy, who had already taken in a lot of air and had a little out of breath, and then glanced at the **** and smelly pool of pig blood next to him.

"God's sin, but still alive!"

"Do your own fault, don't live."

Locke thought so in his heart, he already understood what happened here.

Just when Carrie and Tommy became the queen and king of the prom, Chris, who had a dark-skinned blood, poured a large bucket of pig blood directly on Carrie's head. Become the laughing stock of the wanton ridicule.

But this time is different.

Carrie did not choose to bow her head and accepted the ridicule of the crowd.

Afterwards, the iron bucket smashed on Tommy's head, completely angering Carrie, turning Carrie into an angry witch and launching her own revenge.

"Sowing beans, you get beans, and sowing fruits, you get fruits."

Locke said softly, shook his right hand, took out a large blood bottle, pried open Tommy's tightly closed lips, and poured the blood medicine in the large blood bottle.

The blood medicine entered the body, and in an instant, Tommy, who was about to reach the gate of hell, was pulled directly back to the world with a bang.

open.

Tommy gasped for breath, staring at the venue, which was already chaotic at this moment, and was still burning with fire, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

WTF?

Tommy got up quickly and ran towards the outside of the venue.

Wrapped in a blanket over there, Mr. Desjardin, who was receiving treatment, and Su Si, who knew that Chris wanted to look bad on Carrie at the dance, came to stop him, and they were speechless.

at this time.

Su was stunned when she saw Tommy running out of the venue.

next second.

"Tommy!"

Su hurried over and hugged Tommy tightly: "You're fine, that's great."

Tommy was a little confused, looking around the fire: "What happened."

At this moment.

Locke walked on the street, caught his eye, and looked at the crack that cracked in the street like an earthquake.

The Wrath of the Witch is so terrifying!

not far away.

In a gas station, flames are also burning.

Inside a red bridge car, a woman who was burned beyond recognition, but still had one breath left, struggled to climb out of the car.

Chris with dark skin.

At this moment, Kris is a complete black complexion.

Chris was trembling all over, approaching death, looked at a pair of leather shoes that appeared in front of her, raised her head hard, looked at the man with the umbrella and sunglasses: "Save..."

The words did not fall.

Chris was completely exhausted and died.

Locke glanced down and left again.

Not innocent.

Locke felt that at this moment, he had become an old grandfather, Carrie had become the protagonist, and Locke's task was to follow behind Carrie to see if any innocents died in vain.

no way.

With the power given by Locke, he maintained the bottom line that innocents would not die. Similarly, he also hoped that Carrie could also maintain this bottom line.

People can kill.

But passersby are so innocent.

All the way down now, fortunately, the only innocent Tommy who almost hung up was not killed by Carrie.

Ok.

Not crooked!

Locke nodded, commenting on Carrie the same way George commented on him at the time, and then moved his eyes up to where Carrie was at this moment.

her home.

"mother!"

Carrie, who was covered in pig blood, ran home after venting her anger, only to find that the little room where her mother was closed was empty.

upstairs.

It sounded like an axe slashed.

Carrie looked upstairs and walked slowly upstairs, which was also silent.

in the bathroom.

Washed by the rain, Carrie, who was covered in dirty pig blood, hugged her knees, buried herself under her knees, and watched the blood slowly flowing into the sink.

why?

Carrie didn't understand.

Why are they doing this, what am I doing wrong?

ten minutes later.

Carrie, who put on a set of clean clothes, walked out of the bathroom. Suddenly, she sensed something. She turned around and saw that her mother was wearing a white robe with a cross.

"mother!"

Carrie hurriedly ran over, hugged her mother, crying, and narrating her grievance: "Mom, you're right, they laugh at me, they all laugh at me."

Carrie's mother hugged Carrie and murmured, "I knew they would hurt my daughter, and when he let me get pregnant, I should have killed myself."

Carrie froze slightly.

In her past sixteen years, mother, never said anything about her father.

"We slept in the same bed."

"Clear and clear."

"Then one night, I saw him looking at me with fiery eyes, and we got down on one knee and prayed for strength, and then the devil took possession of me at that moment."

"I should have handed you over to God when you were born."

"but……"

Carrie broke free and shook her head. "Mother, I don't want to hear it."

"But I'm too weak to do it, Carrie, let's pray together and pray for God's forgiveness."

"...Okay, Mom."

In her mother's eyes, Carrie saw an unprecedented tenderness. It was maternal love. She couldn't help hugging her mother and muttered to herself, "We pray, mother."

"Our heavenly Father, may your name be holy!"

"May your kingdom come!"

"May... your will be done on earth as it is in heaven!"

Carrie couldn't help hugging her mother and listening. She had felt extremely disgusted since she was a child, but at this moment it was such a beautiful prayer.

But next second.

"puff!"

Carrie couldn't help but opened her eyes and looked at her mother.

A sharp dagger was inserted into Carrie's back.

"mom!"

Mother Carrie raised the knife again.

Boom!

The magic in Carrie exploded in an instant.

Locke, who had already walked not far away, felt the surging magic of Carrie at this moment, raised his eyebrows, and quickened his pace.

in the living room.

"Mom, no, mom..."

"You know demons can't be killed, they'll come back again and again, you have to kill them!"

Carrie's mother raised the sharp knife in her hand and watched Carrie lying on the ground, approaching step by step.

"puff!"

"No."

"Carrie!"

"Sorry, Mom!"

Lying on the ground, watching her mother try to kill her with a dagger, Carrie wielded her magic power with a pained expression.

moment.

The atmosphere quieted down.

Locke opened the door, and when he came to the living room, he saw Carrie's mother, who was nailed to the door of the small room and had various knives stuck in her body.

Carrie lay on the ground, her eyes were filled with tears.

moment.

From Carrie's magic, Locke understood what had happened.

Carrie got up from the ground, struggled, took down her mother, held her mother in her arms, squatted on the ground and pursed her lips, wanting to cry, but she couldn't.

Locke stood aside and said softly, "Has your anger subsided?"

Carrie was deaf.

With a shake of Locke's right hand, the big blood bottle shot and threw it directly to Carrie: "Take this for her, as long as you don't go to Mephisto, your mother can survive."

Carrie looked at the big blood bottle lying quietly on the ground for a moment.

"but……"

Locke said softly: "If you rescue her, she will kill you, do you understand?"

This time, Carrie finally looked up at Locke: "Why?"

Locke tilted his head, thought for a moment, took off his glasses, returned to Locke's appearance, thought about it, and said, "Some people's freedom is too much, and they forget the history of being slaves. already."

That time period.

Not to mention the ancient times, before the First World War, at that time a black-skinned girl who glanced at a fair-skinned girl would be whipped to death, let alone bullying a fair-skinned girl.

But as the world is getting worse and worse, do you have the right to be born as a slave?

This is the reversal of history.

Locke put one hand in his pocket, grabbed his glasses with the other, and looked at Carrie who looked up and cried: "I told you that with my power, you can kill people, remember?"

Carrie pursed her lips and looked down at her mother lying in her arms.

Locke came over, took the hands that were placed on his mother's body, put them on his own, then tidied up the blond hair covering Carrie's face with his hands, and said with a smile: "Now, I'm teaching you the second thing."

Carrie, with tears in her face, looked at Locke.

Locke smiled and said, "Don't cry, never cry. You gave them a chance, didn't you? So, you don't need to cry for someone who doesn't know how to cherish opportunities. That's not worth it!"

Carrie: "..."