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

Many trees around were broken or bitten off, with fresh cuts and yellowish-white sap oozing out.

She told Peter, “Some members of the Hand tried to obtain the power within me, but as a result, their souls were extracted, and their bodies were possessed by evil spirits. They became ghosts like the Wendigo, and the Wendigos wandering here are those possessed by evil spirits.”

A hint of pain flashed in her eyes. "So they imprisoned me until I could control my powers, for years, or decades, which is enough time to turn a person into a walking corpse."

Peter was silent for a moment, then said to her, "But you didn't turn into a monster."

"Yes, I was later released and became a high-ranking member of the Hand. Even though I had a position, I was just a tool in their eyes."

Helen glanced at the alien queen and said, "What I desire is not a long life, but the meaning of a short life, the meaning of existing for myself."

"This is the story of the past."

Helen turned and walked out of the swamp, reminding Peter, "I've seen plenty of monsters and ghosts like the Wendigo in the past. Remember this place, or you might get eaten by them."

Peter shook his head and led the Queen out of the swamp.

"I have always believed in the existence of magic. Since magic and witches exist, then ghosts are not impossible."

After all, the first Marvel superhero he knew in this world was Doctor Strange, the sorcerer.

It seems this guy once summoned a creature of the Kelvin type.

Compared to those Cthulhu creatures that drive you crazy with sanity, the Wendigo ghosts in front of you don't seem like such terrifying creatures.

Helen smiled and looked at Peter.

But her gaze suddenly fell upon the reflection in the swamp.

That didn't seem to be either myself or Peter.

Helen looked at the reflection with a puzzled expression.

It turned out to be a moving image.

In the scene, he and Peter are standing in a city reduced to ruins.

The two stood on a high platform, with flames shooting into the sky in the distance and the burning Statue of Liberty lying on the ground.

Countless black, queen-like aliens converged and rushed towards the two of them like a raging torrent.

Peter and I, like a queen and king receiving homage, were surrounded by the aliens.

It was as if the entire city, the entire world, was prostrate at their feet.

"Are you ok?"

Peter abruptly interrupted her, and the scene in the swamp vanished instantly.

A shocked Helen looked up at Peter.

"Do you see it? It's right there!"

"what?"

Peter looked in the direction she was pointing and shook his head. "No."

Helen's heart was in turmoil.

what is that?

Are you and Peter the two people from the future?

She suddenly remembered the legend of this swamp.

Legend has it that anyone who enters this swamp will lose themselves unless they sacrifice their soul. In return, she will guide you out of the swamp and allow you to see what you desire within it.

He saw what he wanted to see without losing himself or sacrificing his soul?!

Is that really my future self?

What have I and Peter become?!

"I've now become a ruthless jazz drummer!"

Gwen had been practicing all afternoon, and her hands were extremely sore.

In order to participate in the Black Cats' performance, he rehearsed with the band members.

She didn't even have time to go on dates with Peter anymore.

If I do this, will it cause our feelings for each other to fade?

I absolutely cannot accept it if a woman like Black Cat takes advantage of my vulnerability.

She suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Chapter 141 I Saw a Ghost, Would You Believe It?

"You should concentrate, Gwen!"

Gloria said to Gwen with dissatisfaction.

She was a beat slower than usual, and even Betty noticed.

This is not to say that Betty's musical skills are low, but rather that she is also the type of person who is easily distracted.

"Maybe we should get a corn dog; that might cheer us up."

Betty offered her suggestions.

"I don't know how to put it, but this has nothing to do with hot dogs."

Gloria thought Betty's idea was a bit naive.

“If you can, Gwen, you should focus your attention on the band. We’re going to Felicia Hardy’s concert soon.”

She said to Gwen, who seemed somewhat guilty, "Although I still don't understand why that French woman would invite a small band like ours."

Gwen knew why the Black Cats invited the Mary Janes, but she couldn't say it out loud.

"I'm sorry, I'll be careful, Gloria."

Gwen apologized to the two of them.

Gloria didn't blame Gwen; she pressed her hand against her throbbing forehead.

"I'm sorry, Gwen, I'm not blaming you. Maybe my tone was a bit harsh. I just wanted to..."

She let out a sigh of dejection and said to Gwen, "Maybe I'll have to reduce the number of band rehearsals in the future, so I cherish the time we spend together."

Before she could finish speaking, Betty, who usually seemed a bit absent-minded and wore glasses, asked her in surprise, "Why?"

“After the car accident, my family restricted my extracurricular activities, believing that I should spend more time studying.”

Gloria said that after the car accident she had with Liz in the state park, her parents restricted her extracurricular activities.

"You don't need to worry, I won't leave the band, it's just that I may not be able to take on the lead vocals anymore."

Gloria mentioned that she might not be able to be the lead singer, "Also, there's a very talented girl who will be joining our band. She has a great voice and is practically born to be the lead singer."

Gwen put down her drumsticks and asked Glory, "Who is it?"

"Her name is MJ, Mary Jane Watson, and she's a high school student who transferred from Pennsylvania."

Betty couldn't accept this, believing that Gloria was the band's only lead singer.

Besides, the group has been working together for so long, she can't accept someone barging in and taking the lead vocalist position right away.

"Is her voice even better than Felicia's?"

Betty muttered to herself, "Even though I haven't seen her, I don't like her."

Gwen didn't speak, but she wasn't impressed by this woman who had suddenly appeared.

Although I've never heard of this name before, for some reason, I have a feeling that this woman is going to get into a lot of trouble with me.

My intuition has always been very accurate.

The next day.

Fisker Building.

Kingpin sat on the sofa, watching the live news broadcast on television.

"Our report today is..."

"The news that the body of Frederick Forswell, known as the boss within the criminal organization, was found on the East River was already shocking. What's even more incredible is that, according to unconfirmed reports from the police, Forswell's skull was already fractured when he was found."

Kingpin stared at the television with a blank expression, showing no emotional fluctuation.

"Was the body thrown into the river from the bridge? Why was he killed? These are also questions that are troubling law enforcement."

The blonde female host on television said to the audience, "Next, we will interview the relevant parties, hoping to help with this case."

Kingpin pressed the button on the remote control with a "click," turned off the TV, and stood up.

He was involved in Forswell's death; in fact, he had crushed the man's head with a car door the night before.

Are these useless subordinates really that stupid?

Even bodies sunk to the bottom of a river will be discovered.

Just as he was about to call his men, his secretary called him, saying that a sheriff named George Stacy was visiting.

It's that guy again?!

Kingpin, his brow furrowed, told his secretary to simply refuse.

He had no good impression of the policeman who was relentlessly pursuing him.

"Boss, he said it's about the Frederick Forswell case."

Before the secretary could finish speaking, Kingpin interrupted her with a frown, "I said I refused him. Does he have an arrest warrant to arrest me?"

"Yes, yes, sir."

The secretary stammered in response.

After hanging up the phone, Kingpin stood in front of the building's glass window, watching George and two police officers walk out of the company.

As George walked in the sunlight, he seemed to sense something and turned to look at the towering building.

Kingpin looked at George's face and slightly raised his chin.

After George disappeared from sight, Kingpin picked up the phone and dialed a number.