Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

He Shenyan and the five different Spider-Man walked out of the Sanctuary, Mo Lun floated behind them, his eyes were crooked, and he looked like an idiot.

"Uh, anyway, Mr. He, thank you for your help. I really don't know how to speak..." Peter with metal legs behind him shook hands with him and said.

"You're welcome. It's just a small matter." He Shenyan shook hands with him and said, "Also, I also need your help."

"I don't know why a powerful being like you needs our help," Gwen said.

He Shenyan glanced at her and reconfirmed that he had never seen the girl before he said, "I'm sure I haven't seen you... ma'am, but why do you keep reciting my name in your heart?"

Gwen, who was pryed into her heart, was not angry. She smiled and said, "Don't you think it's very rude to pry into other people's hearts at will? You yourself said that you wouldn't do it."

He Shenyan gave her a deep look: "It's just because your eyes are too obvious, ma'am."

"I'm not old enough to be called a lady, am I?"

"...Anyway," the mage changed the subject bluntly, "I hope you can wait for me here for a while, there is something I need to confirm, and then, I will come back and talk about how I need your help. this matter."

"No matter what, sir." Parker nodded, and he put on his mask: "Speaking of which, are there any villains in your place? Anyway, we are idle now...you know."

The mage smiled. "No, Mr. Parker. Although I'd love to find you something to do, they're all dead."

After he finished speaking, he opened a portal and left, leaving five spiders standing there, looking at each other.

"I guess he killed it," Penny said suddenly.

"Agreed." The shadow nodded.

"Really? He doesn't look like such a cold and unsympathetic person..." Spiderweb was a little uncertain.

Their discussion continued for a long time until He Shenyan came back.

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Through the portal, he came to hell.

Frank was thrown here by Strange, and he had already known through the surveillance circle arranged in hell. The reason why he didn't get him back right away was because the old man had really enjoyed his time here.

Mephisto wasn't there, and two or three of those kittens couldn't do anything about him. He Shenyan was also happy to see him slaughter hell, anyway, all the damn things died. why not? And let him vent.

When he found Frank, he had mastered the skeleton form and was able to be self-conscious in this form. He Shenyan watched him frantically slaughtering demons with two large-caliber pistols capable of firing flaming projectiles, leaving only a scorched corpse where he walked, killing from the north to the south, and from the east to the west, just like that. Take off a hellish version of a BBQ party. It's just that all the dead are demons.

"Stop for a minute, Frank." The mage floated in the sky and had to remind Frank, who had already killed and ignored others.

"...What?" He stopped, looked up, and the flame flashed past, returning to his human form.

"It's me." He Shenyan floated down, his red eyes made Frank still a little wary, noticing his small movements, the mage smiled helplessly: "Is there anyone else who can pretend to be me?"

"...I think so too. The last person to do that was the Illusionist Master." Frank nodded, the flames in his hands turned into a cloud of dust, swayed above, and gradually disappeared in the sky of hell.

"Yes, and he died miserably.

Are you ready to go back? "

"go back?"

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you addicted to killing?"

"No...but I'm more comfortable here, at least better than when I was up there. I'm afraid I'll go back and... lose my mind again." Frank shook his head and nodded again.

"That doesn't work either, you have to go back to the human world. The negative energy of hell has a corrosive effect on people, even if you like it here, I don't want to see you go crazy one day."

"What about this thing?" Frank pointed to his head.

He Shenyan knew what he was referring to. The mage snapped his fingers, and a portal passed through the two of them, returning to the world. They were in the South Pole. An orange light lit up in the mage's hand and patted Frank on the shoulder. , and then he said, "Okay."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

Frank moved his shoulders in disbelief. He didn't feel anything special, just felt very quiet.

Wait, be quiet...?

The old man who was blind in one eye suddenly realized something. He found that the screams of the people who died in vain had disappeared. The voices of them before they died had been haunting his ears, shouting for him to be for them. revenge. And Frank was very happy to do this, but they were driving him crazy, and he had no choice but to kill some demons in hell to vent.

"You took it out?"

"No, I just erased their voices that temporarily blocked you, Frank. The soul is still in your body, I don't know what it is, but I promise you I'll take it out."

Frank was silent for a while, then said, "No, maybe that's fine too."

"Are you sure?"

"yes."

Frank's answer was firm, which brought a smile to He Shenyan's face. Frank Custer was one of the few people he had in mind in terms of willpower, a man who never wavered, never gave in. Since he has made such a decision and intends to be with that thing for the rest of his life, He Shenyan will not force it.

After all, it was his own choice.

He just said seriously: "I have to tell you one thing, when you hear their voices again, you must contact Strange immediately and ask him to block those voices. Otherwise, you will fall into a state of being unable to control yourself little by little. , can only be alleviated by killing people. I don't think you can accept that situation yourself. Remember?"

Frank nodded silently.

The mage sent him back, and he took out the book of the dark gods.