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

“I have a suggestion. You can go to the bathroom now, turn on the water, and look in the mirror. You should wash your hands thoroughly, as you are quite dirty. I can smell it. After you wash and dry, come here and I think I will consider talking to you.”

Do you know who we are?

The man looked at Helen in surprise.

"Of course, I always know every corner of this hidden world. When I last came here, the bartender was a burly guy, nearly two meters tall and looking like a mountain. His body was uneven, with muscles and fat piled up on each other, and his arms, as thick as tree branches, were covered with tattoos. I remember someone called him Gore."

The bartender looked at Helen with a shocked expression after hearing what she said.

He knew this Gore, but that was from when he was a child.

This woman is lying, isn't she?!

She was too old to know Gore.

Helen ignored the bartender's excitement and said to the others playing cards in the bar, "I also know that there are blood-sucking freaks in this city who gather together at night."

She turned her gaze to the man who had struck up a conversation with her and said, "Right? Mr. Vampire."

She knew where she was, and her purpose in coming here was simply to use these species to examine the changes in her body.

After all, killing people is more troublesome, while killing these lowly species is relatively easy.

The man immediately realized that the woman in front of him was not someone to be trifled with, and just as he was about to make a move, he felt a sudden numbness in his body.

Then a black vine pierced through the other person's chest.

A few minutes later, Helen stood in the pool of blood, wiping the blood from her face.

Her face was full of confusion.

Why does my strength seem to have increased, and why does it seem to have mutated?

Clutching her chest, her bad premonition grew stronger.

With a "thud," he knelt on the ground.

A tremendous heartbeat assaulted her senses, and she felt as if something was about to burst out of her body.

Meanwhile, Peter was standing on the rooftop of the building.

A feeling of palpitation spread throughout my body.

An entity that seemed to have a close connection with oneself appeared in one's sea of ​​consciousness.

It was as if the other person had formed some kind of close connection with me.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

His gaze pierced through the fog into the distance, seemingly reaching a place infinitely far away.

Chapter 87 The Vampire Who Attacked from the Shadows!

"Kacha!"

Peter stepped on the shards of glass at the entrance and entered the bar.

The dark wooden floor of the bar was covered in blood.

A pungent, fishy stench filled his nostrils.

The automatic record player on the bar counter was still playing songs by the band "Iron Butterfly".

Following a strange feeling in his heart, Peter came to this place.

It seems that the being that has a close connection with me has appeared here.

He walked to the bar, stepping on the sticky blood on the wooden floor.

The strong smell of alcohol hit his nose, causing him to frown.

He glanced at the glass of whiskey on the bar, then gently took it in his hand.

There was still some unfinished whiskey in the glass, emitting a rich aroma.

Peter brought the glass to his face.

The feeling that resonated with the alien embryo inside his body became even stronger.

Lost in thought, he put down his glass of liquor and looked into the bar.

Blood was everywhere, and there were marks on the floor that had been pushed open from the bottom. The marks in the room were very similar to those from the night he fought with Helen.

The plants in the corner of the bar had withered and were emitting a strange smell.

Looking around, Peter slowly walked to the pool table in the bar.

The place is littered with blood and human tissue, and the smell is particularly strong.

Near the scattered and overturned furniture, a complete corpse lay there.

The other person was short and stocky, with a round body that looked like a fat sausage.

Leaning against the pool table, the corpse's head drooped downwards, blood continuously dripping from the corner of its mouth.

Peter crouched down, trying to get a better look at the corpse's face.

Before he could even lift the guy's head, a life force suddenly emerged from inside the corpse.

Then, under Peter's gaze, the short, stocky corpse suddenly began to breathe.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Suddenly, the guy clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

"Cough cough."

Coughing, the short, stocky man looked up.

He was startled to see the stranger staring directly at him.

Peter's body was covered by a black exoskeleton, which, shrouded in the darkness of the night, gave him an air of mystery.

"Who are you?"

The short, stocky man squeezed out a sentence.

Peter didn't speak immediately; he looked at the guy in front of him with some surprise.

He clearly sensed that the other person was dead, so why did they suddenly come back to life?!

"This is a bar, so who do you think I am?"

Peter frowned and asked him, "What happened here?"

Thinking the other person was a guest, the man immediately relaxed.

"I do not know."

He said to Peter, slightly out of breath, "I was playing pool with my friends when a woman suddenly started attacking us."

The short, stocky man said with lingering fear, "She's not human. That kind of thing can't be controlled by humans."

"What kind of thing?"

Peter pressed him for an answer.

"Plants, she can make the plants in the bar move and kill people."

The short, stocky man looked at a plant in the corner of the bar with a terrified expression.

But all he saw was blood everywhere and withered plants.

Upon hearing the other person mention plants, Peter knew who he was referring to.

"Where did she go?"

Peter continued to ask him questions.

"I...I didn't see it, let me think."

Peter leaned closer, his brow furrowed.

The short, stocky man leaned closer, seemingly wanting to whisper something in Peter's ear.

He looked extremely weak; he probably didn't even have the strength to speak.

The moment he leaned close to Peter's ear, something unexpected happened.

The man, who opened his blood-red maw and revealed fangs, let out a furious roar and lunged at Peter's neck.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes as he smugly thought he could devour the man before him.

"Snapped!"

The next second, his mouth was pinched shut.

The other person suddenly reached out and clamped his jaw like a pair of pliers, making him unable to make a sound.

"Well!"

His shocked eyes stared at Peter, who was slowly turning his head around, his gaze filled with disbelief.

I am now a vampire, and since being transformed, my strength and speed far exceed those of ordinary people.

Even though I'm a bit weak from being reborn from the blood, this guy shouldn't be able to withstand me.

Peter pinched the short, stocky man's chin, staring at the sharp teeth and scarlet eyes inside the man's mouth.

"A vampire?"

Peter frowned as he stared at the other person.

As far as he knows, vampires exist in the Marvel universe.

Although he wasn't a big Marvel fan, he still knew the name Blade.

Blade is known for hunting vampires.

Peter snapped out of his reverie, released the other man's grip on his chin, and slowly stood up.

The short, stocky man let out a long sigh of relief, as if his mouth had grown back onto his body.

Instinctively, he prepared to pounce on the other person again.

The urge to drink blood had completely overwhelmed his reason.