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

Am I a complete mess right now?

Gwen looked up and asked Peter.

"How should I put it? That Gwen, with her corn-haired blonde hair and sparkling saltwater blue eyes, has a pitiful expression all over her face right now?"

Peter reached out and touched Gwen's blond hair. "No, you're stronger than you think."

“I haven’t even been in the band recently. Glory said a girl named Mary Jane joined the band, but I haven’t met her yet.”

Gwen looked dejected.

MJ?

Peter paused slightly upon hearing the name.

Is she Peter Parker's official girlfriend?

If Gwen dies, she will become the original owner's official girlfriend.

No.

She should be described as the girlfriend of Spider-Man from another universe.

What would MJ look like in this universe now?

Peter fell into thought.

But seeing Gwen's low spirits, he still comforted her, saying, "Being a superhero isn't just about facing bad guys, Gwen. More often than not, you have to fight against life."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that, at least not right now."

Gwen said to Peter, "Perhaps I need some time."

Peter sighed and said to Gwen, "Nothing can change the past, Gwen."

“At least I’m not running away alone; I still have you, Peter.”

Gwen reached out and put her arm around Peter's waist.

The two stood by the window in the corridor, remaining silent for a long time.

night.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May were discussing the upcoming Christmas.

Gwen, meanwhile, was flipping through a magazine, her gaze absentmindedly fixed on the dark night outside.

The door was pushed open, and Peter came in, placing the groceries he had bought from the supermarket on the table.

Gwen stood up and moved closer to Peter.

"The fruit platter has nice colors."

Gwen pulls out the decorations Peter bought for Christmas.

"Like the altars for Mexico's Day of the Dead."

Peter asked her, "Have you ever been to Mexico?"

"Hmm, I went to Mexico about two years ago, and it seems I happened to be there during the Day of the Dead celebrations?"

Gwen recalled her past experiences, "Those altars decorated with all sorts of colors—bananas, ghost bread, marigolds, mangoes, red ribbons, yellow ribbons, but what impressed me most were those unique skull candies. Do you know what they symbolized?"

Peter shook his head. "I don't know."

"Skull candies are made from hard, mixed egg whites to resemble skulls, symbolizing death. They are decorated with various candies and snacks to form the shapes of eyes and mouths, making them both delicious and fun."

Gwen took out a piece of candy, put it in her mouth, and found it very sweet.

Take a gentle bite and savor the crisp candy.

"Kacha!"

A man's head was twisted off.

Under the cover of night, a beautiful figure appeared.

Behind her, the mutant's corpse lay on the ground.

This mutant, who belonged to Tony Stark's expedition team, had his neck snapped by her.

The location is a minority neighborhood in Brooklyn, a murky and unsafe area.

The rows of low houses reminded people of a cemetery, and there were many RVs parked on an open space not far away.

Independent motorhomes and travel trailers, gray and white.

One after another, they were lined up neatly, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

Crows flew by in the night, emitting chilling cries.

They are like tombstones, or rows of graves, with dead or dying flowers placed in front of each grave.

A beautiful figure walked forward and kicked a pebble.

With a thud, the pebble hit a rusty water bottle and bounced off, perhaps hitting one of the little goblins wearing a mushroom hat.

Fletcher, the president of the film company and the mastermind behind the werewolf incident, was present at the scene.

Having been missing for a long time, she instantly eliminated a mutant the moment she reappeared.

Chapter 167 The Death of the Mutant!

Let's rewind ten minutes.

John was hiding in the RV.

No one knows who did it, but he originally planned to join Tony Stark's expedition team, hoping to make some money from it.

I never expected that the news that I was a robber would be leaked.

This prevented him from joining the expedition team.

Although he received half of the reward, he was still very unhappy.

His ability is teleportation. The moment he displays his teleportation ability, a skeleton appears on his body, which is why he is called a ghost.

Just as he was cursing, there was a knock on the RV door.

Fletcher, dressed in a trench coat, stepped forward and knocked on the door of the last RV in a row.

John stood up cursing and opened the trailer door.

"What? Who are you looking for? Or are you here to cause trouble?"

"Ghost John asked, annoyed."

But when he saw that the person standing in front of him was a woman, his expression changed.

"Ahem, or perhaps, beautiful lady, you're here looking for some fun?"

He deliberately adjusted his clothes to reveal his physique.

"We can talk about the fun later; before that, I have something to ask you."

Fletcher glanced at his physique, then deliberately sighed and said, "A useless good-for-nothing like you probably won't amuse me."

"You fucking idiot—I have nothing to say to stupid women."

The ghost John was immediately enraged.

"Very well, I knew things wouldn't go so smoothly."

Fletcher said this and was about to step forward.

Ghost John stretched out his left hand and lunged at Fletcher as if to rip off the woman's chin.

Unfortunately, his arms weren't long enough, and Fletcher wouldn't be easily caught by him.

Fletcher sighed softly and suddenly reached out and pinched one of the other's fingers.

Then it spun around like twisting a sparrow's head.

Ghost John screamed and raised his hand to slap her.

Fletcher leaned back, and the other man's hand struck the rusty door frame of the trailer.

His index and middle fingers bent backward at a frightening angle, followed by a crisp snapping sound and a heart-wrenching scream.

Fletcher stared coldly at the howling man and said, "Very good, two fingers on the left hand are also cut off, so it'll be perfectly symmetrical."

She released Ghost John's fingers, which were already bruised from being squeezed, and gave him a push.

The other person stumbled and fell backward into the car.

She followed the ghost John into the car and saw the entire interior.

Dirty plates were everywhere, attracting swarms of flies.

The sofa cover has probably never been taken off since it was put on; the fabric is so rough it could almost crush cheese.

The toilet door was actually just a foldable plastic sheet, with one end hanging on a rusty hook.

What a luxurious place!

Frowning, she smelled the unpleasant odor inside the RV and looked in other directions.

A simple bed was placed on the rear deck, with a deep recess in the middle of the bed surface.

Fletcher's gaze turned cold.

Because she saw another person in the bed.

A girl who was so thin she was practically skin and bones looked to be in her early twenties.

Even younger ones were sitting on the edge of the bed, struggling to open their glazed eyes, the kind of eyes only addicts have, watching everything that was happening before them.

"It seems this place is worse than I imagined!"

She sighed softly and reached out to grab the other person's head.

Caught off guard, mutant John was grabbed by her.

With a loud thud, the other person's body was shoved heavily against the wall, producing a dull thud.

Fletcher then released his grip, letting the other person's body slide onto the carpet covered in crumbs.