The Death Knell

"Miss Mu En, are you okay?"

Deathstroke came behind 616 Spider Silk. She didn't seem to notice it at all, just staring blankly at the artificial sun spinning not far away.

"Oh! God! I'm fine!" The sudden voice startled her, and the fork in her hand fell into the butter pot in front of her, splashing Spider Pigman, who was eating with her, in the face.

The little pig wordlessly raised its hoof, wiped its big face, and flapped its ears like a cattail leaf fan a few times:

"Okay, Ms. Spider-Man, I've actually been paying attention to you for a long time. You don't seem to be okay. If you have any concerns about the actions of Ultimate Spider-Man, you should mention them in advance."

Although Ham's image is very funny and his round belly makes him look like he can't fight very well, he is actually not bad at fighting and has a clear mind. Among the many Spider-Man's, he is also one of the more mature ones.

Although not as monkey-like as Bobo next door, Ham is very good at telling witticisms and often makes fun of himself and roast suckling pig or sausage.

But because he spoke uprightly for William before and contradicted the Ultimate Spider, he was assigned to stay behind this time, and Zhang Parker did not take him to play.

Su Ming sat down cross-legged, looked at Spider Silk scratching his hair uncomfortably, and said, "Just like Mr. Pork said, so many people are eating happily now, but you are the only one who looks worried."

Ms. Moon smiled sheepishly. As a mixed-race American and Korean, she had long black hair, light-colored eyes, and her skin also looked light wheat-colored.

She picked up the fork from the steaming pot, then pushed the pot towards the pig, hesitated for a while and then whispered:

"Mr. Deathstroke, were you familiar with our Earth?"

"Your earth is called Universe 616. Other than that, I know nothing about it." Deathstroke showed a kind smile and looked at the girl sincerely, waiting for her next words.

Spider Silk smiled bitterly and lowered her head. She put her hands on her knees, took a deep breath and let it out again, as if she didn't know how to answer that question.

Deathstroke spoke at the right time: "By the way, our world also has a girl codenamed Spider Silk. Her name is Cynthia Moon. I know something about her situation. As fellows from another world, the problems you face should be similar. Right?"

Pork took out a piece of ham sausage from the butter pot, ate it in one bite, chewed it, and twisted his long nose:

"It makes sense. Anyway, your stories should be different from mine. I am a spider bitten by a radioactive pig, and you are humans bitten by a spider."

Spider Silk blushed and played with the red cloth she usually used to cover her face: "Then you must know that when I get too close to a certain Spider-Man, something out of control will happen, right?"

"Well, the girl in our world has a strong will. She hasn't knocked down our Peter yet, but I roughly understand what you are talking about."

Su Ming smiled politely, like a doctor listening to the patient's condition. His face showed nothing other than professionalism.

Cindy bit her lip and whispered: "But I think something is wrong with him now. He added a prefix to the code name inexplicably. Along the way, no matter how close I am to him, I still feel nothing. He may Not Peter Parker.”

"Is it only Peter Parker?" Ham's little tail turned in a circle behind him: "Is it because you are out of shape today?"

"Humans are one of the few animals that are in estrus 365 days a year. There is no such thing as a state." Waiter Gwen came over and sat next to Pork very familiarly: "Hi, you two, can I talk to you? Do you want to eat together?"

"It's okay if you don't look at me with such salty eyes." Spider-Pigman shuddered, and when the pink girl came over, his spider-sense even alerted the police.

It feels like being targeted by the heir.

"Why should I stare at you?" Waiter Gwen turned her head away from Piggy and swallowed: "What bad thoughts can a beautiful girl like me have?"

Pork's eyes turned into dead fish shapes. He moved under his buttocks, distanced himself from Gwen, and asked tentatively:

"For example, are you going to grill me? Do you like grilled pork rinds or grilled pork chops?"

"Pork chops taste better... Hey! But don't worry, I know you are essentially a spider. I don't eat spiders, so there's no need to be so vigilant. I'm just fantasizing and it's not illegal."

Facing the wary look in Piggy's eyes, Gwen knew that she had been exposed. It seemed that the roast suckling pig could only be eaten after returning to Earth 40K.

While the little girl was communicating with Piglet, Deathstroke also whispered a few words to Spider Silk.

She frowned at this moment, as if she was thinking about something. She looked down at a luminous bracelet on her wrist, looking a little stunned.

"So that's it. Although it's hard to believe that things like souls are interchangeable, it seems like it's a fact."

"Yes, although I don't know where Peter's soul has gone or who the soul is in his body at this time, I am the Supreme Mage. I can help you perform an exorcism ritual for him and get his original soul back. But only You can only try it on your earth."

Su Ming took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, flicked the ashes behind him, and patted his knees:

"Stories need to be connected, and if I have a connection with you through the devil, I won't be so rejected by the world's consciousness next time I go to Earth 616."

Spider Silk closed her eyes and let out a long sigh: "Does the exorcism ritual have to be performed in my world?"

"Yes, I have a way to make the octopus return the body to Peter, and even give him Parker Industries with a market value of tens of billions of dollars..." Deathstroke said, paused here, and took out the paper from his pocket to draft the contract. : "And it only requires you to pay a small price and use a small transaction to connect our stories through the inner dimension."

"Haha, sometimes I don't know what I am doing. Even if I have to sign a contract, it should be Mary Jane. She is Peter's girlfriend, and I am just a good friend who has had many intimate relationships unintentionally. .”

Although she said this, Miss Moon still stared at the paper in Deathstroke's hand, which had a strange triangular symbol on it, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Without thinking too much, after Deathstroke drafted the agreement, he took it over and without looking at it, he pressed his fingerprints and wrote his name.

The shadow of the Holy Emblem of Emperor Weishan flashed in the air, and the contract was witnessed and became effective.

"How many times?" Pork raised his gossipy pig ears.

"I guess it must be at least three hundred times." Waiter Gwen counted on his fingers: "According to my memory, they should have lived together for a month, calculated as ten times a day..."

"Hey! Will you die like that?!" Little Pig began to complain skillfully. He took out another mushroom from the butter pot and placed it on the small plate in front of him: "Does it mean that with greater ability comes greater responsibility? 616 Is this what the earth means?”

Gwen smiled and picked up the little pig, playing with the three remaining hairs on his bald head: "Hehe, if you can talk, you can talk more. Your joke style is much better than Deathstroke's."