I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The beer bottle-shaped bar sign shines in the night.

It's like a fluorescent insect trap, luring those "flying butterflies", or drinkers, who desperately pounce on it.

There were not many people in the bar at this time. A few young people in avant-garde clothes were playing cards at a table with a beer can next to it.

The jukebox in the bar was playing the latest trendy song: "We are in the garden of heaven, baby, everything is perfect."

"Squeak"!

The bar door was pushed open, and a beautiful figure entered the bar.

The woman with a tall figure and deadly temperament attracted the attention of everyone present as soon as she entered.

Women with an aura of fatal danger can always attract these thrill-seeking guys.

"A glass of whiskey."

The woman was wearing a black trench coat and said calmly to the bartender: "Add ice."

"We close in fifteen minutes, miss."

The bartender glanced at the woman and said no.

"If you only have fifteen minutes, I believe I have enough time, get me a shot glass and I can pour it myself if you don't want to."

The woman said with a calm expression.

The bartender stared at the woman for a few seconds, then shrugged, "Okay, whatever."

Pouring a glass of whiskey, the woman added ice cubes to it.

Then she picked up the glass and stared at the melting ice cubes in the whiskey.

"Bourbon whiskey is produced in Tennessee. If you are not satisfied, I can give you a drink made not from oak barrels, but from old paint barrels. It will definitely be stronger than what you have in your hand."

The bartender took the initiative and said to the woman: "The strong smell can definitely stun a donkey."

"No, no need. It might be best for you to stay quiet."

The woman said in a cold tone.

The woman with unique temperament who entered the bar was Helen, who was missed by Peter.

Ever since the battle with Peter, she had felt something was wrong with her body.

Staring at the slightly impure whiskey in her hand, Helen clutched her chest and felt a sense of vomiting.

In the wine glass, behind the floating foam, she seemed to see something else.

It was a pitch-black shadow whose outline could not be seen clearly, and it was constantly shaking inside.

Are you pregnant? !

After drinking the whiskey in the glass in one breath, Helen had an idea that was even absurd to her.

But how is that possible? !

Although her life has gone through a long time, she has always been alone.

From the time she awakened to supernatural powers as a child, to the time a demon came to live in her body.

She has nothing to do with the pregnancy.

Because there was a demon born in her body.

After the Hand adopted him, he taught him how to stimulate his body's power and become a better killing tool.

But they never told themselves that another species would be born inside their bodies.

She could feel that it was another heartbeat independent of the demon inside her.

Peter Parker, how on earth did this guy do it?

She thought back to the black violet.

Is that that time?

Stretching out her hand, under her faith, a purple flower was born from her hand.

At the same time, the plant on the left side of her body withered instantly.

After tasting the spicy whiskey, her body felt vaguely numb.

My thinking seems to be less bright and my thinking becomes slower.

Those lingering thoughts were shackled one by one and dragged to the depths of the chaotic mind - they struggled desperately, but in the end they could not escape the fate of being caught.

"Miss, are you going to drink a whole glass? Or do you want to warm up first?"

At some point, a voice came from the side of her body.

A guy in avant-garde clothes was looking at her with a smile.

The other party has a childish baby face, and the black hair seems to have not been washed for many days. It is oily, shiny, and very disheveled. It is like a tent set up with crow's wings on the head.

But the other person's eyes were piercing, the smile on his face was extremely bright, and his skin was so white that it didn't look like normal human skin.

"I'm not very interested in things with dirty blood."

Helen said directly without covering up.

"What?!"

The man looked at her in surprise, wondering why she said that.

Helen peeled off the wet label from the wine bottle with a lazy expression and said:

"I have a suggestion. You can go to the bathroom and put down the water now, and then look in the mirror. It's best to wash your hands. You are quite dirty. I can smell it. After washing and drying, I will probably know if you come here. Consider chatting with you.”

"Do you know who we are?"

The man looked at Helen in surprise.

"Of course, I always know every corner of this hidden world. When I came here last time, the bartender here was still a strong guy. He was nearly two meters tall and looked like a mountain. It was bumpy, with muscles and fat stacked on top of each other, and his arms were as thick as branches and covered with tattoos. I remember someone called him Gore.”

The bartender listened to Helen say this and looked at her in shock.

He knew this Gore, but that was when he was a kid.

Is this woman lying? !

There was no way she was old enough to know Al Gore.

Helen ignored the bartender's excitement. She said to the others who were playing cards in the bar: "I also know that the things in this city that like to suck blood will gather together at night."

She cast her eyes on the man who was chatting with her and said, "You said so, Mr. Vampire."

She knew where this place was. The purpose of coming here was just to use these species to check the changes in her body.

After all, killing people is more troublesome, and killing these lowly species is relatively simple.

The man immediately realized that the woman in front of him was not easy to mess with. Just as he was about to do it, he felt paralyzed.

Then a bunch of black vines pierced through the other's chest.

A few minutes later, Helen stood in a pool of blood and wiped the blood off her face.

Her face was full of confusion.

Why did her strength seem to be stronger, and her strength seemed to have mutated.

Holding her chest, her bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

"Bang", kneeling on the ground.

A huge heartbeat attacked her, and she felt as if something was about to break out of her body.

At the same time, Peter stood on the rooftop of the building.

A palpitation invaded his whole body.

It seemed that a being that was closely connected to him appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It seemed that the other party had a close connection with him.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

His sight penetrated the distance covered by fog and seemed to see a place infinitely far away.