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

Peter immediately disappeared from the spot.

The energy struck the floor, sending shards of paper flying everywhere.

When Black Strange attacked Peter, Gwen's attack followed closely behind.

Suddenly, Gwen appeared from behind him, grabbed his neck, and pulled his hands away.

The black monster, with its neck being strangled, showed no sign of panic. Instead, it used its cloak to wrap around Gwen's waist and flung her away.

Just as Peter was about to untie the scarlet chains on his hands, Strange's cloak flew over and wrapped around Peter's hands.

The scarlet chains were unlocked in the next second.

Peter looked at the seriously injured Strange and said, "Thank you, Dr. Strange. I didn't expect you to still have the strength."

"I won't be defeated so easily."

Strange wiped the blood from his face. "I have something to tell you, Peter."

"About what? What could be more important than this battle?"

Peter had a bad feeling; what trick was this guy up to now?

"Of course there is. That is, I have always been grateful for your help, from my brother to Christine, to you reminding me to find the Ancient One. He (Black Strange) is right, Stephen Strange owes you a favor."

Strange waved his hand, his cloak wrapped around Peter, and he flew rapidly toward Gagwin and Wanda.

"I already knew my fate. I was destined to fail tonight, but we will eventually succeed."

The cloak wrapped around Peter, Gwen, and Wanda's hands and flew into the air.

“You are no match for him for now, Peter. He has become powerful enough to see the secrets of the universe and will soon have the ability to change time. You can stop him, but not now.”

A portal opened before Peter and his two companions, and the cloak instantly pulled them inside.

As the portal slowly closed, Strange exhaled. "Goodbye, Peter, and Gwen."

He reconstituted his magic shield and faced the Black Strange.

Black Strange didn't stop Strange from sending Peter away. He looked at Strange coldly and said, "You trust him that much?"

"Yes, I believe him. I sent him to a place you can't find, just like the Ancient One couldn't find you back then. When he appeared, our battle was just over."

"You sent them outside of time?"

Black Strange looked at Strange, "How did you do that?"

"You forgot something."

Strange pulled out the Eye of Agamotto. "I have one too!"

Chapter 312 She seems to be my mother-in-law?

It was pitch black and bitterly cold.

This is how Wanda feels right now.

She soon found herself in an underwater world.

It seemed as if someone had grabbed her with those terrifying hands, pulling her forward and dragging her down.

She could see nothing, hear nothing, and felt nothing at all.

The water was blood-red and muddy, a bluish-purple color.

Wanda suddenly realized a very serious problem—she couldn't swim at all.

The water was flowing rapidly, and she tried to save herself, but found herself trapped in space—unable to move forward, and escaping seemed like an impossible task.

This is where you will die, right here, Wanda, this is your final destination.

She seemed to hear that strange sound echoing in her mind.

No, I won't die here.

But what should we do next?

How can we escape the embrace of this river?

She felt the world turn upside down, the river rushing in, entering her nose, her eyes, stinging, and then she swallowed it down in large gulps.

Then suddenly a huge wave surged forward—

Just when Wanda thought she was going to be swept to the bottom of the river, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her.

Strong hands pulled her to the surface, and Wanda was able to see that it was Peter who had pulled her up.

Wanda climbed to the riverbank, coughing constantly because she had swallowed too much water.

She gently placed two fingers on her neck—the pulse was very weak.

It's so faint, like the sensation of your eyeballs spinning under your eyelids. You might not be able to detect it, but it's definitely there.

Then, Wanda looked around.

"Thank you, teacher."

Between breaths, she asked Peter, "Where...where are we?"

"do not know."

Peter looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

It was a wide river, and the surrounding environment made it impossible for him to tell where he was.

Where did Strange teleport himself?

And where is Gwen?

"Ahem. Why did Doctor Strange send us away?"

Wanda asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know. I'm not an omniscient person, Wanda. I don't know the truth about everything."

"I thought you knew all the truth, teacher."

Wanda lay on her back, feeling that she hadn't completely vomited the water out of her stomach.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Wanda was lying face up, thinking about how to vomit the water in her stomach, she suddenly heard a whooshing sound.

She looked up and saw that Peter was holding a cloak.

"This is.?"

Wanda stood up and asked Peter with a puzzled look, "Is this the cloak of the good Doctor Strange? Is it the one that brought us here?"

Peter didn't speak, but slowly released the cloak that belonged to Doctor Strange.

The cloak swirled around Peter, as if trying to tell him something.

Are you planning to take us to Gwen?

Peter tentatively asked it.

The cloak nodded immediately.

"Very good, you can lead the way for us."

The cloak nodded, flew directly behind Peter, and became his cloak.

Wanda watched in complete bewilderment until she saw the cloak willingly acknowledge her as its owner.

She admitted that she was a little jealous.

I really want a cloak like that!

It can express emotions and also take itself flying.

As Peter boarded the bus, he quickly attracted the attention of everyone on board.

Because of his cloak-wearing attire, he doesn't look like a normal person, although many people think it's cool.

Peter sat in the back of the bus, and Wanda sat next to him.

He looked around at this unfamiliar city, a city that was similar to but different from New York in his previous life, and frowned.

He had learned from the newspapers what era Strange had transported him to—the 1990s, not so far removed from the present.

"Teacher, what do you think a bus is like?"

Wanda suddenly asked Peter a question, and before Peter could answer, she continued speaking to herself:

“I think that in any town, in any city, a bus is like a dirty swimming pool filter: it leaves behind dregs, vegetable scraps, and other garbage.”

Peter knew what Wanda wanted to express.

To be honest, the hygiene of buses these days is really not that great.

Peter could even smell a mixture of urine and Doritos on the guy sitting in front of him.

The other person was dressed in the latest trendy, edgy style of clothing, but Peter was still unsure whether the person was genuinely homeless or just someone who recklessly chased after fashion.

In addition, there was a non-mainstream child in the car whose face was as expressionless as metal.

He didn't just look petrified; he looked as if he were standing under a bomb, a real bunker bomb, with the entire explosion happening right in front of his dumbfounded, stunned face.

Peter shook his head as he watched the other man staring blankly at his cloak.

Could it be that my outfit is even more unconventional than this unconventional kid's, which is why the other person keeps looking in my direction?

Behind the unconventional, mischievous kids, there's a guy who's always taking a bath in black daka perfume and wearing a trucker's hat with one side sticking up.

The other person's head was shaking violently up and down to the music, but no one could hear his music.

Across from the truck driver was a morbidly obese woman, her gray hair squeezed under a shower cap, holding a brick-like mobile phone and talking loudly about something.

Don't you like public transportation?

Peter asked Wanda.

"No, I can't say whether I like it or not, but I don't like this one."

Wanda leaned closer to Peter and asked, "So, teacher, did the cloak let you take the bus?"