I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Gwen used spider silk to navigate between buildings, her heart filled with anxiety.

With a "thud," it landed on the rooftop. Gwen looked into the distance, but her view was obstructed and she couldn't see very clearly.

She thought she had been walking for more than ten minutes, but when she took out her phone to check, she found that only four or five minutes had passed.

Gwen exhaled and continued to travel using the spider silk.

As she moved away from the city, she found herself heading towards the outskirts.

Is it a state park?

As the gravel road ahead of her seemed to stretch on and on, Gwen's anxiety grew.

Calling this gravel road a "road" is an overstatement, as it is merely a bumpy, uneven path covered in pebbles.

The road, like a straight ribbon, winds through dense pine forests and thickets of thorns, seemingly stretching endlessly forward.

Compared to the vastness of the road, her figure seemed incredibly small, and her muscles grew increasingly stiff as the spider silk shot out.

The branches of the big tree stretched over the road, forming a natural corridor.

Sparrows and starlings flew back and forth among the branches.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and there was no sign of calm yet.

“I should stay calm. Peter said he’s fine.”

Gwen comforted herself inwardly.

She found that after everything she had been through, she could no longer imagine the consequences of losing Peter.

As Gwen swung along on her web, her phone suddenly vibrated slightly.

With a "thud," it landed on the ground, and Gwen quickly pulled out her phone.

She thought it was a text message from Peter, but it turned out to be from Liz.

"Breaking news! Gwen, quickly watch Craven's live stream! I sent you and Peter the link before!"

"what?!"

Gwen opened the link again, puzzled, and immediately saw the image of Craven being held upside down by a monster.

what is this?

Werewolf or werewolf?!

Even the legendary werewolves don't have such a large size and such a commanding presence.

wrong!

Gwen immediately realized that the hunter Craven seemed to be live-streaming from the state park.

Peter and Ms. Helen also moved in that direction.

Worried about Peter, she put away her phone and immediately sped up to catch up with the two.

Liz was watching the live stream with her friends.

She desperately wanted to interview the current internet sensation, the vampire princess, but she never had the chance.

Now the only option left is to try and interview the hunter Craven.

That's why I watched their live stream at night.

"Liz, what's your opinion on vampires?"

Gloria asked her.

"I care more about which lipstick I choose today."

Liz said listlessly, "Is it Dark Night Black or Vampire Red? Right now, there are two little figures occupying my mind, fighting like crazy."

Glory shrugged. "Let me analyze it for you."

"Hmm, I'm listening."

"Vampires are cool, aren't they? At least modern vampires are cool. They're dressed in black, their movements are sexy and charming, and they're imposing. Plus, they all have pale skin, especially that Vampire Princess. She's so sexy she doesn't seem like an earthling."

"By the way, she said she was an alien."

Gloria glared at Liz with displeasure and continued:

She picked up another black lipstick and said:

"As for the dark night, it easily reminds people of blackbirds. Blackbirds are birds that look very cool. In many myths, they are used to symbolize death. People often say that blackbirds are the incarnation of the god of death, responsible for taking the souls of the dead to the underworld."

She paused for a moment and then said, "Of course, one downside is that blackbirds are all black, and I often confuse them with crows that look plain and unsightly. But I believe that black represents death, so this color of lipstick is also not good."

Liz asked her, "Spider-Man is also black. Are you willing to believe that he represents death? He doesn't seem to be so vicious as to take people's lives everywhere."

"Why not?"

Glory said, "It's Spider-Man that gives me this impression, mainly because of his unconventional appearance and the aura of death he exudes. Don't you think he symbolizes death?"

"Do not."

Glory shook her head and said, "Although I like Spider-Man too, I'm more interested in Spider-Woman. By the way, I have a question about Peter and Gwen."

"what?"

Why are they never there whenever we try to find them?

Liz tilted her head and said, "They seem incredibly busy. It was the same when the party was attacked last time. I didn't see Gwen the whole time."

She paused for a moment and then said, "Does that mean Gwen is Spider-Man or Spider-Woman?"

Glory coughed, pretending not to hear.

Although she thought so too, she would never voice her suspicions for her friend's safety.

As the two were talking, the hunter Craven was attacked.

The sudden attack left him powerless to fight back, and he collapsed to the ground.

And they were completely powerless to fight back!

After sending text messages to Gwen and Peter, Liz, like other viewers watching the live stream on their screens, was in a state of disbelief.

Glory and the others stared in shock at the monster on the screen.

Is this a werewolf?

With its rough black fur, wolf head, and jet-black body tinged with gray, it looks incredibly awe-inspiring.

As a fan of mystery and superheroes, Liz is no stranger to the legend of werewolves.

For nearly half a century, werewolves have undoubtedly become one of the most popular topics in Western mystery culture.

This monster looks no different from ordinary people on normal days, but it transforms into a wolf on the night of a full moon.

"Even a pure-hearted person, a person who never forgets to pray at night, cannot help but turn into a wolf on a full moon night when the aconite blooms."

Liz uttered those words and continued looking at the screen.

She then turned to Glory and said, "I now believe that black represents death! This black werewolf looks like it represents death."

Craven, who was being watched by countless people, now felt death approaching.

He felt as if his head had been split in two by an axe.

When he came to his senses, he realized that the other person had grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground.

Craven saw himself instantly turn into millions of fragments and scatter.

Instead of killing him, the other party laid him on the ground face up.

“That’s more like it,” Craven said, panting. “Do you, monster, want a fair fight?”

He wanted to say something more, but all he could do was spit out red blood bubbles from the corners of his mouth.

Craven's lips were wet, as if they were stuck together.

The ears seemed to react to the sound a beat too late, and there was some distortion, as if they had been stuffed into an oil drum.

Each heartbeat felt like a heavy blow to that oil drum.

In the current situation, the other party is the butcher, and we are the fish on the chopping block.

He tried to get up, but his hands wouldn't obey him.

They lay listlessly on either side of their bodies, spread out in a "I" shape, their fingers curled up like dead bedbugs.

Craven tilted his head to the side, his cheek pressed against the ground—of course, he didn't like this position.

The ground was cold, and all he wanted to do was lie there, close his eyes, curl up, and never have to get up again.

Maybe I'm going to die here.

A leaf fell from a distance.

Perhaps this is the last page.

Maybe this isn't so bad.

But suddenly, his eyes saw a dark figure appear in the woods.

At the same time, he could feel the sound of the trap being triggered.

Chapter 119 Who is the top hunter?

The raindrops grew larger and larger, as if the entire forest had been covered by dense woods.

Seeing the werewolf momentarily distracted, Craven immediately launched a counterattack.

Although he was once on the verge of being killed, and even prepared to face death.

But like the prey he hunted, as long as it is not completely dead, there is still a chance to fight to the death.

Despite the excruciating pain, Craven abruptly pulled a grenade from his waist and hurled it at his opponent with tremendous force, like throwing a damn boomerang.

The grenade slammed into the ground with a loud "boom".

A strong sense of dizziness overwhelmed him, and countless bits of dirt were splashed up from the ground.

He himself was thrown away by the impact and crashed into a tree trunk with a thud.