Chapter 344 Magical Conch

"Is this a magic item?"

Looking at the plastic conch that his father took out, the corners of Peter's mouth couldn't help but twitch under the mask.

There is obviously a huge gap between this and the fantasy and unpredictable magic items in my mind.

Although he knew little about the power of magic, Peter could also tell that what his father was holding was obviously an ordinary plastic toy, and it was of relatively inferior quality.

"Old sir, did you get the wrong one?"

Silently looking away from the plastic product in his father's hand, Peter couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"Dad, I'm not stupid, how could I get it wrong." Faced with Peter's suspicion, the dad showed an obviously angry expression on his face, and replied with a raised voice: "Never doubt dad, this magic prop is The magical item that Dad spent a long time to obtain when he was young has mysterious magical power and can give the questioner all the answers to the questions he wants to know. It is a very powerful magic item, if it weren't for the feeling The containment mission this time will not be completed so easily, and I will not deliberately bring this magic item out."

"Dad, why, after listening to your introduction, I always feel that your so-called magic props are more like a kind of contained object collected by the foundation?"

After hearing his father's description, the clone [Uncle Long] on the side immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"Why do you have so many problems, Aaron."

Ignoring the clone's questions, Dad put the [Magic Conch] into the hands of little Spider Peter: "Now, the most important thing is to use the power of the [Magic Conch] to find the spell hidden on the statue. Prevent the power of the spell from spreading again."

What Dad said was extremely correct, but when he looked down at the item in his hand called [Magical Conch] which looked no different from a low-quality toy, the confusion on Peter's face only increased: "Mr. ,Why?"

"The use of [Magical Conch] requires someone to control it, and Aaron must be fast enough in the process of finding the spell, so Dad, I thought about it and thought you should be able to use [Magic Conch] instead of me. The power of conch].”

Faced with Peter's doubts, Dad immediately gave the reason he had prepared long ago.

"Dad, why don't you use the [Magical Conch] yourself?"

Looking at Peter aside, the avatar [Uncle Long] opened his mouth and seemed to speak for the little spider, but in fact it directly blocked the possibility of the other party's rejection.

"Can you bear to see an old man in his sixties or seventies accompanying you everywhere?"

In response to the clone's question, Dad answered with his skilled hand knife.

"Aaron, where did you throw away the courtesy of respecting the elderly and caring for the young that dad usually gave you?!"

"It's okay, Mr. Long."

Hearing his father's reproach to the clone, Peter, as a good boy, immediately said: "Since the old gentleman handed over the [Magic Conch] to me, let me use it."

When the name [Magic Conch] was mentioned, Peter subconsciously turned his eyes away from the plastic conch toy he was holding in his hand. To be honest, even though he had heard the power of the magic conch from his father's mouth, but, look The plastic conch in his hand still made him feel a sense of déjà vu in his heart.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the complaints in his heart, Peter turned to look at his father and asked seriously: "So, sir, how do you use this plastic [Magic Conch]?"

"Ask the question in your mind, then pull the string at the bottom of the [Magic Conch], and the conch will give you the answer to your question."

"..."

Following the direction of his father's finger, Peter noticed the tiny pull button at the bottom of the [Magic Conch] in his hand. The feeling of déjà vu that he had finally suppressed burst out again, and his breathing, which had finally calmed down, became much faster.

Calm down, Peter, you don't understand the power of magic,

Maybe this is what the props in the magical world look like.

After muttering silently in his mind several times, Peter managed to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Looking down at the [Magic Conch] in his hand, he asked the question he had prepared long ago: "Tell me, [Magic Conch], where is the location of the talisman on the conch?"

After struggling to spit out the question in his mouth, Peter tremblingly stretched out his uniform-wrapped palm and pulled the buckle at the bottom of the conch under the expectant gazes of his father and clone [Uncle Long].

"do nothing."

Pull the buckle, and as the rope retracts, a preset answer that clearly mentions the recording comes from the conch.

"..."

Hearing the answer given by [Magic Conch], Peter's expression suddenly solidified under the mask.

At this moment, his emotions resonated strongly with the octopus in the depths of an unknown sea.

it's over? Is this the answer given by the [Magical Conch] with powerful magical power? do nothing?

"Old sir, are we really going to do nothing according to the meaning of this toy, no, [Magical Conch] Conch?"

Turning his neck stiffly, Peter looked at his father beside him, opened his mouth with difficulty and asked.

"Of course, [Magical Conch] has already given the answer. From now on, we will do nothing."

Facing Peter's doubts, Dad pushed up his glasses and answered seriously.

"but……"

Facing his father's answer, Peter's mood under the mask was obviously difficult to accept.

Just like a certain octopus.

"Don't question [Magical Conch]'s answer."

Facing the little spider's doubts, Dad didn't give any explanation at all. He followed the answer given by the conch and sat cross-legged on the floor of the exhibition hall. He took out a thick book from his shoulder bag and started reading. got up.

Seeing his father's firm attitude, Little Spider subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the clone [Uncle Long] beside him.

The latter shrugged and gave him a helpless look.

"Since dad said so, let's try it according to what [Magical Conch] said."

Seeing that the only person he could rely on, Mr. Long, said the same thing, Peter was completely confused.

He looked up at the resurrection statues walking in the exhibition hall, then looked down at the plastic conch in his hand, feeling even more confused.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

…

In the exhibition hall, Peter fell into confusion because of the answer given by [Magic Conch].

Outside the museum, Tony looked at Ghost Rider wrapped in hellfire.

The expression on his face was also solemn.

"Sir, according to the scan, the flames on the opponent's body have reached over a thousand degrees. Theoretically, the bones will be burned instantly when they come into contact with such high-temperature flames, instead of continuing to exist unscathed as they are now."

"Obviously, the guy in front of you is not who you theoretically said."

Facing Jarvis' report, the solemn expression on Tony's face not only did not ease, but became even more solemn.

"Also, theoretically, people will not continue to move after being burned into skeletons."

In front of me, the existence of Ghost Rider has clearly exceeded the scope of human understanding.

Fortunately, during this period of time, Tony has seen many unscientific beings, and even had a fight with the Deep Sea King of Hell.

Although the appearance of Ghost Rider is ferocious, at least it is bearable when compared with the octopus-faced Davy Jones.

"Sir, through comparison, we can basically confirm that the existence in front of us should be the Ghost Rider who has been running rampant on the streets of New York recently."

"Ghost Rider?"

Tony's inner thoughts flashed through his mind, and soon after, Jarvis quickly searched for the identity of the Ghost Rider through data comparison.

His eyes glanced at the various information about Ghost Rider displayed by Jarvis inside the steel mask. Watching the video on the virtual screen of Ghost Rider driving a ghost-faced Harley on fire and swinging his chains through the car, Tony swallowed subconsciously. He took a sip of saliva and regretted that when he went out before, maybe he should choose another set of armor that could withstand high temperatures before going out.

Although, judging from the information provided by Jarvis, the people the Ghost Rider attacked and injured during his time in New York were all evildoers. Judging purely from the information, one can even think that the other party is just a special-looking person. Super hero.

However, Tony obviously did not place all his hopes on the judgment of the data. He slightly opened his palm and pointed it at the Ghost Rider on the ground.

Tony asked calmly: "Then tell me, Halloween Skull, why did you appear in the museum and what exactly happened outside the museum?"

Several scorching lights flashed in his empty eyes. Facing Tony's question, Ghost Rider turned his spine slightly, raised his hand to grasp the chain holding his chest. He really planned to float this chain in mid-air to please others. Pull down the guy who hates him and teach him how to address him politely.

The next moment, the vibration coming from the museum floor made him subconsciously stop the movement of his hands.

"Sir, watch your back."

At the same time, Jarvis in the steel suit also quickly reminded Tony.

"What?"

Hearing Jarvis's reminder, Tony subconsciously turned his body.

What he faced when he turned around was an empty eye socket.

"What the hell is this?!"

Looking at the huge skull head that appeared behind him, even though he was wearing a steel suit, Tony was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"If the information is correct, this should be a dinosaur skeleton in the museum, sir."

Faced with Tony's inquiry, Jarvis still answered dutifully.

"Of course I know this is a dinosaur skeleton. My question is, why did the dinosaur skeleton in the museum suddenly come to life!"

Tony thought that after so many battles, he had seen enough.

However, when he came face to face with the resurrected dinosaur skeleton in front of him one-on-one, he came to his senses. It sounded like he still didn't have as much knowledge as he imagined. At least he had never encountered this kind of scene before.

…

"Mr. Long, do we really have to keep waiting?"

In the museum exhibition hall, after a short but extremely interesting five minutes for Peter.

The little spider finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked the clone [Uncle Long].

"Actually, I don't know either."

Facing Peter's inquiry, the clone shook his head, glanced at the father on the other side who was calmly reading a book, and scratched his head: "But depending on the situation, it seems that we need to wait patiently for a while."

Wait a little longer?

Facing the answer given by the clone, the expression on Peter's face became even more depressed.

He looked down at the [Magic Conch] in his hand, and finally couldn't help but ask the question he had been hiding in his heart.

"Mr. Long, do you really believe that this ordinary plastic toy is the [Magic Conch] with magical power?"

Hearing the suspicion raised by Peter, before the clone could answer, the father who had been calm and composed before stood up: "Toy, you are questioning Dad. I can't even tell the difference between toys and magic props." ?"

"No, old sir, I just..."

Facing his father's angry gaze, Peter subconsciously explained.

However, it was clear that Peter's previous words had obviously angered his father. He reached out to take back the conch in the little spider's hand. The father still said angrily: "Since you question the [Magic Conch] that dad took out, Strength, then there is no need to follow the answers given by the conch with us, you can do whatever you want, and dad will not stop you."

"..."

Although he was a little overwhelmed that he had angered his father, Peter still breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart when he heard that he no longer needed to obey the so-called [Magic Conch] answer.

After opening his mouth and hesitating for a moment, Peter raised his head and looked at the clone [Uncle Long] beside him: "Mr. Long, although it seems that you have your own way of finding spells, obviously, I am still not used to your way, so next , I will use my own method to find the spell."

Little Spider said this tactfully, but the actual meaning was to tell his father and clone [Uncle Long] that their methods had no effect.

After a slight apology to his angry father, Peter immediately lifted up the spider silk launching device that he had repaired a little before, ejected the spider silk and stuck it on the roof of the museum, and then jumped and flew his entire body into the air.

Phew~

The spider threads echoed and moved rapidly in the museum exhibition hall.

After getting rid of the strange scene caused by the previous [Magical Conch], which echoed in the museum, Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before his expression under the mask could completely relax, the next second, a sharp bird call suddenly came from the opposite side.

Immediately afterwards, a dense flock of iron birds were seen, flapping their sharp metal wings towards the little spider.