Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 156 "You should run away now."

Outside the hospital, in the narrow space of a sports car.

Misty was forced to sit on Rango's strong legs. She bit the man's hand covering her lips with all her strength, but her muscles, which seemed to be made of steel, only made her feel a little sore, but could not leave any mark on the man's hand.

Rango held her under his arms, covered her mouth and walked towards the hospital morgue. Emma and Madison's bodies were sent here as soon as they were found.

"Are you sure there was no autopsy on Emma?"

"No!" Cordelia shook her head quickly, her tone firm, "An autopsy requires the signature of an immediate family member. How could we allow the doctor to dissect Emma without you?"

"Very good, I will make your death easier then."

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After knocking out several staff members, Rango and his team successfully entered the morgue.

Cordelia quickly flipped through the record book, accurately located the storage location of Emma and Madison, and then walked forward and opened the cold cabinet door.

A biting chill blew in his face, and Emma's peaceful but lifeless face came into view, causing Rango's heart to surge with sadness and self-blame.

After my sister died, I couldn't even take care of her daughter.

His trembling fingers gently touched Emma's forehead. When his eyes fell on the girl's clothes, he was furious: "Fuck! Is this how your academy teaches students to dress?"

Because the incident happened suddenly and because the relatives of both parties did not know the news yet, at Cordelia's insistence, Emma not only did not have an autopsy, but she also continued to wear the hot girl outfit she had worn before her death.

Rango grabbed Cordelia by the collar and shouted angrily, "Is this all you teach your students?! Are you a witch academy or a fucking brothel?"

Cordelia hurriedly explained: "This is what they wear when they go out. We can't interfere with students' private lives."

Rango stared at her coldly, then let go and pushed the woman away. He turned his gaze to Misty, who seemed to be keeping out of the matter, and said firmly: "Resurrect her. You can ask for any conditions you need."

After hearing this, Misty said angrily, "You kidnapped me just for this?"

Without waiting for Rango to reply, she continued helplessly: "It's just resurrecting a little girl. You could just tell me no. I thought it was a big deal."

Misty waved her hand and walked directly to Emma. She opened her hands and pressed them on her head, ready to activate her resurrection ability.

Rango and Teddy couldn't help but look at each other. They had seen so many people like Fiona and the Witch Association, so they were a little uncomfortable with the sudden appearance of such an easy-to-talk witch.

Misty took a deep breath and her hands glowed with a milky white light. However, just as the magic power surged, her expression suddenly changed and the light in her hands dimmed: "This little girl doesn't seem to be dead."

"what?!"

Rango was so shocked that he squeezed over to the freezer to check it out himself.

His previous anger due to his dissatisfaction with the Witch Academy had obscured his vision. Now, when he looked closely, he saw that although Emma's face was pale, it was full of vitality, which was completely different from the usual dead silence.

What surprised him even more was that the muscles on her neck where the sutures were inserted were trembling slightly, as if they were undergoing incredible self-repair.

He raised his head sharply, his eyes shot towards Cordelia, and his voice was filled with urgency: "What is going on? Is this also the secret method of you witches?"

Cordelia's expression was complicated. She shook her head to deny it at first, then seemed to remember something and nodded slightly, her eyes full of disbelief: "Among the seven formations, the resurrection technique usually means to prolong the vitality of others at the cost of vitality. However, there are indeed exceptions in history, that is Mrs. Adams. As a natural witch, she was miraculously resurrected on the seventh day after her death. That was because of the talent given by her blood. She automatically mastered the seven formations when she was born, but Emma only mastered three formations. How could it be..."

After hearing her words, Rango, who caught the key words, quickly picked up Emma's hands and looked at them carefully. When he found that there was no hole on them, his expression became subtle.

Since it has nothing to do with Jesus, God or anything like that, it is most likely due to the witch's seven formations.

At this moment, as if it was the aftermath of Misty's milky white magic, or Emma's body's self-repair was complete, she slowly opened her eyes in the freezer and called out "Uncle" in a weak but clear voice.

Rango's heart warmed up, and he nodded in surprise. He stroked Emma's forehead and asked with concern: "Is there anything wrong with your body?"

"It's a bit cold." Emma said softly.

Rango immediately took off his jacket, carefully put it on her, and took her out of the freezer. Looking at his niece who had come back from the dead, although he was filled with surprise and relief, he still asked cautiously, "Emma, ​​have you learned the resurrection from the dead among the seven formations?"

Emma looked a little dazed, and obviously she had not yet fully recovered from the memory of being on the verge of death. After a moment, she nodded slightly, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice: "I just learned it, but I only succeeded in resurrecting one pigeon. I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Rango finally felt relieved. He glanced at Cordelia, then turned to Emma, ​​his tone both gentle and serious: "So, do you remember what happened before you died?"

Emma's eyes inadvertently swept across another open freezer, where Madison's head had been sewn back to her neck. She was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily to Rango.

Deep inside the Witch Academy, in a slightly messy bedroom, Fiona sat alone on the sofa, holding an unburned cigarette butt tightly in her hand, and next to her was a glass of overflowing whiskey that no one cared about.
She thought that after learning of Emma's death, Rango would do as she expected, angrily accuse others, and then investigate the truth in accordance with the rules.

The people at the party and the doctors in the hospital have all been brainwashed by her using mind control. If Rango goes, everything will go according to her pre-planned plan.

But what I didn't expect was that this Winchester kid didn't even bother to investigate and just wanted to kill half of the witches as punishment!

She showed a hopeless gap in strength in front of her, and easily trampled on her, the supreme witch. She didn't know what her daughter had said to Rango, but she knew one thing, no matter how the events would develop later, she was doomed this time.

Damn Winchester!
Damn you unruly fellow!

squeak-

The door suddenly opened, and the red-haired witch who had confronted Rango before walked in.

Her eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight at Fiona's pretended indifference: "You killed both Emma and Madison, right?"

Fiona raised her head when she heard that, and then said coldly: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Haha." The red-haired witch was not surprised, but her sneer was a bit sad: "In the hundred years since you served as the Supreme Witch, the academy has declined and witches have disappeared frequently. Do you think the association really has no idea?"

Seeing that Fiona remained silent, she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Haven't you ever felt even a little regret for killing so many fellow witches with potential?!"

Regret?
Fiona couldn't help but ask herself secretly, but when her eyes swept across the red-haired witch's face carved by time, she had the answer in her heart.

For her, aging is more terrifying than death.

The red-haired witch snorted coldly and left the bedroom. Before closing the door, she said lightly, "I have contacted Mrs. Adams. She told me to tell you to die gracefully and not bring shame to your status as the Supreme Witch."

Outside the house, the footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

Fiona, the supreme witch who had enjoyed a hundred years of youth, could no longer suppress her inner restlessness and stood up suddenly from the sofa.

She was unwilling to accept her destiny and decided to take a gamble, seeking a chance to fight back and escape.

She quickly unlocked the drawer and pulled out a piece of yellowed oil paper.

One hundred years ago, there was a horrifying urban legend circulating in Boston. A ghost holding an axe would wander the streets on a certain night, and any family that did not play jazz that night would face a catastrophe.

It was then that the Witch Guild worked together to imprison this evil force within this thin oil paper, and now Fiona is determined to release it as a bargaining chip for her counterattack.

At the same time, she dug out several small and exquisite incense burners from the bottom of the drawer. These incense burners contained hypnotic incense mist that had long been banned by the Witch Association. Its power was enough to distort people's will.

She turned on the phonograph in advance to play melodious jazz music, then lit the incense burner and threw it on the ground casually.

Then, she pulled hard with both hands, and the oil paper broke into pieces. A thick black smoke instantly spread out, and a man in a suit and holding a sharp axe appeared in the bedroom like a ghost.

He swayed gently to the rhythm of the jazz music, glanced at Fiona with a playful look, and then sat down on the sofa leisurely.

Fiona breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She had communicated with this evil spirit many times in the past, and the relationship between them was not too hostile.

After completing the preparations, she opened the window and prepared to teleport out, but just as she was about to take that decisive step, the door suddenly exploded as if it was hit by an angry beast!

She turned her head and her pupils shrank suddenly. She saw Rango blocking the house, followed by Madison and Emma, ​​who she had killed with her own hands.

"Bichi!"

Madison's anger was like a volcano erupting. As soon as she saw Fiona, she started to curse. Her voice was full of resentment and unwillingness. "I helped you bring Emma over, but you, a bitch, killed me for the position of the Supreme Witch! You better give me an explanation today, you bastard."

Fiona didn't respond after hearing this, her eyes were fixed on Rango who was standing at the front of the group.

Seeing this, Rango's lips curled up into a playful smile, and he gently placed his hand on Madison's head, as if he was comforting an angry kitten.

"So, everything she said is true?"

Madison felt the warmth of the man's big hand and immediately turned her head to look flatteringly, but Rango's movements suddenly became fierce.

He pulled violently, separating Madison's head, which had just been reborn, from her body. Blood gushed out like an out-of-control fountain, instantly dyeing the entire room red. The air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

The reason why he saved this woman was simply to verify what Emma said.

Rango casually threw the head in his hand, then put down Emma in his arms, and turned his gaze to the incense burner on the ground that was slowly emitting strange smoke.

He picked it up gently, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke with enjoyment.

"It tastes good, much better than a cigar."

"You," Fiona finally spoke, but her voice was unusually hoarse due to excessive shock, "What do you want?"

Rango did not answer her question directly, but turned his gaze to the evil spirit who was swaying gently to the rhythm of jazz music, with a hideous smile on his face.

"You should run away now."

(End of this chapter)