Marvel: Fusion

Jude let go, and Aunt May stood up with her hands on her hands. At this moment, a pit of more than ten meters had been dug out on the ground.

"Aunty, come up and talk about it." Little Spider shouted from the side of the pit.

Aunt May looked around hesitantly, and Jude gave a suggestion: "May, try to jump up and you will discover a new world."

The old lady nodded slightly, trusting Jude very much.

However, the decay of the body made her have not done strenuous exercise for a long time, and felt her body was a little stiff, so Aunt Mei just lightly tapped her foot.

Who knows, just like this, the old lady jumped more than a dozen meters high, waving her arms wildly in disbelief.

The little spider hurriedly jumped up to catch her.

Aunt Mei looked at her legs in disbelief: "Peter, I..."

The little spider smiled and said, "It's amazing, isn't it? When I was bitten by the spider, the situation was similar to yours. You have to learn to control your power first."

Aunt Mei twisted her body slightly, and all the aches and pains were healed, and she felt energetic, as if she had endless power.

"Wow... this is really like discovering a new world for an old man. My eyes are no longer muddy and I can see the leaves on the tree on the street."

"The joints don't hurt anymore. I don't think I will feel uncomfortable again on rainy days. It's amazing."

Jude walked to her side: "May, this is the function of the spirit of vengeance, but the power it gives you is more than just physical strength, try using hellfire."

"Hellfire, what is that? What should I do?"

"If you don't know, then talk to the little guy in your body, it will help you."

Aunt Mei closed her eyes and frowned slightly, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

After a while, she opened her eyes and said, "The Vengeful Spirit has a question. If you are willing to answer him, it will consider helping me."

Jude shook his fingers: "May, don't be too weak. If the Vengeful Spirit doesn't have a host, it won't be a fart, so you are the one with the advantage."

"But I am willing to answer other people's questions, so that I can show my IQ and the stupidity of the questioner, so ask."

"It wants to know, why are you not affected by the Eye of Judgment?"

"Hiccup... It turns out to be this problem. It's very simple, because I never think that what I did was wrong. For those who died, I never felt guilty, never regretted, and never felt guilty."

"The premise for the Eye of Judgment to take effect is that the person being judged feels guilty, but I am not guilty. How can I be judged?"

"I think it's not just me. If it is allowed to judge the clown and the punisher, the result will be invalid, because we never think that what we have done is wrong."

The little spider scratched his head: "Mr. Herbert, is this reasonable? If you follow this statement, wouldn't those perverted murderers or **** demons also be immune to the Eye of Judgment."

Gudong Gudong...

"Hiccup... idiot! No matter how abnormal a murderer is, he also understands in his heart that what he did to kill is the wrong thing, and I don't think it is a wrong thing at all, it is a problem with the root of consciousness."

"The devil is even simpler, because the eye of judgment does not judge the demon itself, but the souls absorbed by the demon. The demon body can be immune to the trial, but the soul absorbed by the devil cannot."

Jude Herbert now, to be precise, there are three souls in his body.

The most powerful is naturally Grandpa Rick, and Grandpa's nihilism without taboos makes him destined not to be affected by the Eye of Judgment.

Next is Chen Xing. Perhaps many people have forgotten the protagonist's name. As a young man in the new era under the red flag, although he had an evil desire to peep into the women's toilet, it was not implemented and the trial was not effective.

Finally, Jude Herbert, the original owner of this body, was the most unlucky man, his soul was disintegrated, and he was a kind loser during his lifetime, so naturally there is no good judgment.

In summary, even if the Eye of Judgment is effective, it will make Jude a headache for a while.

However, it is a pity that the three souls merged together, especially with the addition of Grandpa Rick, his soul strength was far beyond imagination, and slight damage was directly immune, leading to no result in the end.

After getting the answer, the spirit of vengeance also calmed down. After all, he couldn't beat it and was threatened to be sent back to hell. After weighing the pros and cons, the spirit of vengeance eager for freedom chose to succumb.

Only hearing a bang in the air, Aunt Mei's head turned into a flame skull again, but she no longer ran away.

Jude laughed and said: "That's right, it seems that you are also a man of praise."

"May, ghost riders usually have their own mounts and weapons. Now choose yours."

Aunt Mei said embarrassingly: "I, an old man, had poor family conditions when I was young. I couldn't afford a car at all, and I couldn't ride a horse."

"Hiccup...Try it and choose the one you do best."

"okay."

Aunt Mei looked around, and finally found that it seemed that only that thing could drive by itself.

She opened her mouth to spit out hellfire, and the pillar of fire rushed out, pouring like magma onto a bicycle parked on the side of the road.

Suddenly, the bicycle was assimilated by hellfire, but... it was still a bicycle.

"Uh...May, don't think about it anymore? Is the bike a bit too low?"

Aunt Mei said embarrassingly: "But I can only ride a bicycle."

"It's okay, I'll help you remodel it. Even if it's a bicycle, you have to be the most handsome bike."

Afterwards, Aunt Mei’s hand was filled with hellfire, and after a small tornado, a pan appeared in her left hand and a frying spoon in her right hand.

Although it has been blessed by hellfire~www.novelmt.com~ The pan and the frying spoon look a bit vicious, but in the final analysis...they are the **** kitchen utensils!

Now, even the little spider couldn't pass it.

"Aunty, shouldn't you really think about it? Using pans and frying spoons as weapons will make your opponent laugh to death."

Aunt Mei looked down, then waved the pan gently towards the little spider's chest.

The little spider was hung directly on the tree by a pan, and the coat was burned.

And the pan is like a soldering iron, leaving a dark mark on his chest. If you look closely, it is exactly the pattern of the waffle.

"Peter, if you dare not listen to Mr. Herbert in the future, I will teach you first. Did you hear that?"

"Cool! You are awesome, May!"

Jude stretched out two thumbs and praised. The little spider was so dizzy and fell to the ground with a plop.