Chapter 162 Clark's Suffering Day

The arrival of the rainy season in Smallville Town has filled everything with a damp atmosphere.

Clark stood in front of the window, looking outside with a slight frown.

The rain has escalated, it is no longer just a curtain of rain and mist, it has risen to a downpour.

Clark's super vision could see a squirrel in a distant tree. In the heavy rain, the gray furry animal crossed the dripping clearing, flashed past, and jumped up the tree.

The squirrel shook its tail on the big tree, as if threatening the coming enemy, or warning other squirrels to leave quickly.

Clark glanced in the direction of the farm and saw that the car that had been parked outside had driven away.

Since yesterday, Clark had noticed this black car parked outside the farm, seemingly spying on him.

“They should be federal people.”

Jonathan came over, stood next to Clark and asked him: "Clark, have you exposed your abilities in some way?"

"Probably not."

Clark thought about it and said.

He couldn't remember when his abilities were revealed.

But since he often appears at accident scenes, he also has some doubts about whether he has inadvertently attracted the attention of others.

"Maybe you're missing something, Clark, something you didn't notice."

Jonathan frowned and said to him: "When rescuing people, you are always the first to rush forward. This may be noticed by some people."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a low roar of thunder from the distant sky - like a tractor-trailer hitting a bump on the interstate.

"No, I don't, dad, why don't you always trust me?"

Clark said to his father in a somewhat irritable mood.

"Your father trusts you, he is just afraid that something will happen to you."

Martha, who heard Clark's words, came over and said to him: "After all, you are not an ordinary person, Clark."

"Then I would rather be an ordinary person."

Clark's bad mood became worse with the bad weather.

"If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't live such a cautious life. I can't even play basketball normally, and I can't participate in the football team. I have to be careful about my identity being discovered at all times."

Clark confided his depression to his parents, "If possible, I wish I could become an ordinary person, so that I wouldn't live a cautious life."

After saying these words, Clark also realized that he was going a little too far.

"Feel sorry."

After apologizing to his parents, Clark hesitated and finally walked directly upstairs.

Looking at their son's back, Jonathan and his wife looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Padrick Farm.

Loki was in the study, using Peter's computer to look up information.

Searching for relevant information, he quickly found the information he was looking for.

Although he found no valuable information about the God of Sleep, he did find a magic book that could summon the God of Death.

It is said that there is a book called "The Book of Magdalene" in the world, which records the technique of summoning the God of Death and imprisoning him.

Specifically, it is to summon the God of Death and then use the relevant spells recorded in the book to trap the God of Death.

"The Book of Magdalene?"

Loki repeated the name.

Although it is a book that records the summoning and imprisonment of the God of Death, its authenticity is doubtful, and even if it is true, where can I find this black magic book?

Looking away from the computer, Loki rested his chin on one hand and looked at the heavy rain outside the window, feeling troubled.

And can the God of Death or Sleep be imprisoned by magic alone? !

He didn't think it would be that simple.

At least you have to take advantage of the opponent's carelessness or exhaustion of mana to be able to imprison the opponent while he is weak.

Loki stood up, the expression on his face changing.

He suddenly thought that the black magic book in his hand was given to him by his father.

Maybe I can ask my father about it?

Loki made up his mind, cleared the browsing history, and went downstairs to Peter.

Downstairs Peter was opening letters.

Letters accumulated for several days were placed randomly and scattered on the table.

After reading several advertising letters, Peter found a postcard at the bottom.

The front of the postcard depicts majestic snow-capped mountains, and the back has some familiar handwriting.

Reading the text on the postcard, Peter was slightly surprised.

The postcard was mailed to him by Bruce Wayne. On the back, he simply wrote a few greetings and said he would be back soon.

The handwriting is sloppy and looks a little rushed.

"Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?"

He did not expect that Bruce would go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to practice.

Counting the other party's return to Gotham, it should be quite recently.

After a second of silence for Gotham's criminals in advance, Peter put the postcard away.

"dad."

After putting away the postcard, Loki came down from upstairs.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, can I ask you a question?"

Peter nodded, "What?"

"I heard that the dead have been resurrected in the town of Smallwell."

Loki sat next to Peter, organized his words and asked: "Is this true?"

Peter moved his eyebrows and asked him, "Who told you?"

"I saw it online. The Torch newspaper of Smallville High School often records some bizarre events that happened in small towns."

Rocky said what he saw in the Torch newspaper.

"This happened a long time ago. It is said that the deceased was called Dim James. He fell under machine gun bullets during the charge. He died in Rome on July 15, 1943. He received the Silver Star Medal after his death. His body was transported back to his hometown on July 20 and buried on the 22nd."

Rocky paused and continued, "But four or five days after the burial, the postman Maki said she saw Dim again on the road. She was so scared that she almost drove the car to the side of the road."

"Dad, is this true? Can the dead really be resurrected?"

After listening to Loki's story, Peter shook his head, "This is just a rumor. I think it's probably a legend that was circulated in Smallville before. Death is irreversible, Loki."

He probably guessed that the resurrection of the dead was caused by the swamp in Smallville outside the town.

After all, the swamp has existed for a long time.

"But if it is the God of Death, can he do it?"

Loki asked the question he wanted to ask the most, "Dad, if we imprison the God of Death, can we reverse death?"

When Peter heard the naughty child ask such a question, he looked at him in shock.

What does this kid want to do? !

"There is no God of Death, and you can't imprison the God of Death? Loki, why do you have this idea?"

"Nothing, I just saw it on the Internet."

Loki pretended to be relaxed, "Some people say that there is a "Book of Magdalene" in the world, which records the magic of imprisoning the God of Death."

"Dad, is this true or false?"

"I don't know, after all, I have never seen it."

Peter said something that disappointed Loki.

"I thought this book was in Smallwell, and it was this "Book of Magdalene" that resurrected the man named Dim James."

Loki deliberately sighed, "It seems that I can't see this magical magic book."

As he said, he secretly glanced at Peter with his peripheral vision.

Seeing that Peter seemed to be interested in the "Book of Magdalene", Loki silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

As long as his father was interested in the "Book of Magdalene", with his father's energy, the probability of finding this book would be higher than his own.

Then he could take a few peeks openly, learn the magic inside, and then find a way to imprison the god of sleep.

Peter, who was lost in thought next to him, did not expect Loki to use him to find the magic book.

After all, he was a four-year-old child, and he never thought that the other party would dare to imprison the god of sleep.

The rain subsided a little, and Clark drove from home to Padrick Farm.

On the way, he used his super vision to patrol and did not find the agents who were monitoring him around.

He took a long breath, took out his mobile phone, and called the Godfather.

When the car drove to a bridge, Clark put down the phone and saw a teenager standing on the top of the bridge.

The high school student with a backpack seemed to be about to commit suicide by jumping down.

Clark recognized that it was a classmate from the same school-Eric Rosenbaum.

"Hey!"

Seeing the other party's action, Clark immediately stopped the car and shouted to the other party: "Eric, don't!"

Eric, who had not planned to jump, was frightened by Clark and slipped and fell down the bridge.

"Ah!"

Eric screamed and fell down quickly.

Clark immediately activated his super speed, moved over and grabbed the other party.

Grabbing the other party's arm, Clark looked at the terrified other party and prepared to pull him up.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt in the sky fell towards the location of the two.

Eric, who was unable to react, was directly hit by the thunderbolt.

Lightning instantly surrounded the two people, and dazzling white light burst out.

Eric, who screamed, held Clark's hand tightly.

The kryptonite in his backpack was struck by lightning and emitted a dazzling electric current, lingering between the two.

Clark, who felt weak, lost his strength quickly.

Desperately grabbing the other party with his hands, Clark used all his strength to pull the other party up.

The two rescued people lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Thank you, Clark. I was exploring rocks in the wild, and I almost lost my life."

"No, you're welcome, Eric."

Clark glanced at the other's schoolbag and replied panting.

Ten minutes later.

Clark opened the living room door.

"Hey, Clark, catch it!"

A Zu's voice came to him, accompanied by a football flying at high speed.

"Bang"!

Clark had no reaction and was directly hit by the football and flew out.

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