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After completing this "complicated" set of exorcisms, Mason took the towel handed over by the killer, wiped his hands and sat on the astonishingly large desk in the Osborne house.

"Hel our distinguished guest up."

Mason looked at Norman Osborn, who was still kneeling on the ground, and motioned to his killer to help him up and force him to a chair. Looking at Osborn, who still looked sluggish and had trouble focusing his pupils, Mason picked up the

There was a glass of ice water next to him, wanting to splash it on his face.

But remembering that he was the sponsor, Mason resisted the urge and grabbed a handful of holy salt and sprinkled it on his face!

As if he had been burned by sulfuric acid, Norman Osborne shivered. Fortunately, he was held down by the killer and did not jump up from the chair.

But it was just like being burned by sulfuric acid. His body was only stained with the devil's breath. These holy salts could not corrode him, but would only make him slightly painful.

This little pain should be enough for him to wake up!

Looking at Osborne whose eyes were gradually focusing, Mason handed over the ice water thoughtfully and said: "Mr. Osborne, take a sip of water to calm down the shock.

I have completed the exorcism ritual. You don’t have to worry. At least in a short period of time, the devil will not come to haunt you.

this thing……"

He stretched out his hand and the Demon-Conquering Pestle fell on his hand. The Demon-Conquering Pestle sounded like a blunt weapon, but in fact it was originally a weapon and was more than adequate for stabbing people.

Osborne looked expressionless after seeing Mason fetching the object from the air, but his heartbeat accelerated obviously. Mason walked over and forced the magic pestle into Norman's hand and said: "Mr. Norman, take the self-defense

.

This exorcism costs two million dollars, check or credit card?

We don't accept cash here for the time being. I don't want the tax bureau to drive a tank and put a gun on my head and ask me to pay taxes.

Remember, if you have time, send the money over. I am in the nursing home and you have been here."

Osborne ignored Mason's lame joke. He licked his dry lips and said, "What is that?"

Mason knew what Osborne was asking, and he explained very familiarly: "They are demons, creatures that came here from other dimensions.

Of course, for the sake of understanding, you can also think that they are all aliens, ET.

A brutal version of ET."

As he spoke, he used his fingers to make big eyes, imitating the famous alien in the movie.

Osborne coughed twice and thought back to the time just now.

He never wanted to experience that kind of despair that was as endless as an abyss with no hope in sight, like an iron curtain hanging over everything.

He tried hard to calm down and asked: "Why? Why us?"

"you?"

Mason pretended to know nothing and asked curiously: "What do you mean? You and your son?"

"No, or rather, not entirely."

Mentioning his son, Osborne suddenly remembered him and quickly asked about his son's whereabouts. Mason pointed downstairs and said: "He is very good. We can go see him later. Also, Osborne

Sir, I have successfully completed this exorcism operation. I will lend you this magic weapon for the time being. If you encounter any danger, you can use it to stab it.

In this way, I can at least hold on until you call me and ask me to come over."

Osborne squeezed the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand and asked nervously: "You mean, he's coming back?"

"Of course," Mason said matter-of-factly: "Demons cannot come to Earth in person. If they dare to come, they will be killed by the guardians, so those who come here are still their projections.

With things like projection, if you kill one, another one will always appear."

"Guardians? Where are they? Can I find them?"

"Perhaps you can give it a try, but Mr. Osborne, were you talking about us in the first place? Is there anyone else who has the same experience as you? You can introduce him to me, and I can give you some commission."

This was a matter of knowingly asking. If he was right in guessing, the "we" he mentioned was his family.

This looks a lot like a curse.

Blood Curse.

For some powerful or not-so-powerful demons, blood curse is a very uneconomical method, and not all curses are eternal.

Unless it is a god like eternity or death, their curse will distort the rules, and even time cannot indifference.

Otherwise, the curses of other people will always disappear with the passage of time.

If the Osborne family is because of the curse.

So obviously, the person who cursed them probably didn't want him to die.

After hearing Osborne's honesty, Mason was still helpless.

"Although what you are talking about sounds very much like the devil's blood curse, I suggest you make two preparations. I remember that Osborne Industries is also a leader in the industry above biotechnology. You have already touched the genetic field.

Of course, if you are still worried, I can perform an exorcism ritual for you, and you can come to my nursing home to see me when you have time.

I've always been there."

He closed the study door before leaving, left Osborne's house briskly, got in the car, and left Osborne's apartment.

Osborne stood by the broken window, looking at Mason leaving, his expression was very complicated.

The genetic medicine that targets his genetic defects is almost ready for use.

Only the final test is left.

The Parkers were too ruthless and destroyed all the information at the last moment.

There was no way for him to survive.

Osborne looked into the mirror. This time he was the only one in the mirror, and no demon appeared again.

He reached for his cell phone and called his researcher.

"I'm in a bad mood right now, so you'd better give me good news now. You know, a dying man can do anything."

He did not hide these things from the researcher. In fact, these things cannot be hidden. The researcher will discover these things. The only thing he is hiding now is the other shareholders.

But he knew that this matter could not be hidden for long.

The power of these shareholders is all-pervasive, and they will find out sooner or later.

Harry is only a high school student now, and none of those shareholders are fuel-efficient. He cannot die now.

No matter what, he cannot die.

Hearing the voice of his immediate superior, the researcher over there was already sweating on his head. Looking at the complicated formulas in front of him, he felt like his head was exploding!

He couldn't calculate the correct parameters for genetic medicine. As long as there was a little fallacy, the error would be extremely obvious. If his medicine killed Norman Osborn, he could imagine the consequences.

He is still young and doesn't want to die yet.

As the sweat on his head remained, a gust of wind suddenly blew up and blew the calculation papers around him to the ground. The researcher hung up the phone obediently and was about to scold the assistant when he saw the formula above.

, he was suddenly stunned!

"Professor Kurt, please come and take a look at this."