Super God: From Ghost Rider to King of Fengdu

A curtain of light floated in front of Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao, with strange energy steaming around her, opened her eyes slightly and took note of the location marked in deep red on the light curtain map.

follow closely.

The light screen image turned, revealing the specific scene outside the museum.

The streets were still crowded with people, but Wu Zhao always felt that even through the light curtain, the place where the museum was located exuded a creepy chill!

As for the place where the incident happened...

Emmm...

As expected, Shinobi is very strong!

Strictly speaking.

It is a private museum in New York.

Wu Zhao frowned slightly and said:

"So deserted..."

Ah Zhui nodded and said:

"Yes, there is something wrong with this so-called museum. Judging from the number of visitors the museum has received in the past, it is normal for people to come and go."

"But within 20 minutes, this museum was in a state where people could only enter but not leave!"

"More importantly, kid, the Eye of Insight couldn't see into the interior of the museum!"

To the end.

Ah Zhui's expression has become extremely serious.

Of course Wu Zhao understood what he meant. Ah Zhui once said that when he unfolded the strange domain... it was almost equivalent to temporarily separating an independent spatial dimension from reality!

and so.

The Eye of Insight, dark data monitoring, microscopic particle change calculations and other black technologies are unable to detect what is happening in the strange domain!

"In other words... the Li Gui who caused the trouble inside has a Gui domain?"

"Most likely yes!"

"Well, I'll go then. After all, I have to see it for myself."

"Go ahead. As I said before, be careful..."

Conversation ends.

The mysterious door in front of him opened.

Amidst the misty and strange energy, Wu Zhao stepped into it and disappeared.

Looking at the place where Wu Zhao disappeared, Ah Zhui's face showed a little worry.

At this time.

In the dark plane communication, Zhixin, who was rushing to Earth, spoke:

[Sister Azhui, aren't you going with him? ]

Smile slightly.

Ah Zhui shook his head:

"No, Zhixin... I know what you are worried about."

"But I am not a ghost rider after all. Before we have reached a certain depth in the study of the supernatural, the Queen will not allow us to ride on ghosts."

Zhi Xin was a little anxious, and even his tone was filled with complaints:

[But Sister Azhui, the Queen has ordered that you must protect that child! ]

【In this new era. 】

[His importance is even irreplaceable! ]

Ah Zhui chuckled and soothed:

"As a person of the same level as Heimerdinger in the supernatural era, Wu Zhao is indeed very important."

"But, Zhixin..."

"Don't really treat this child as a child!"

"If I say that he has even begun to possess the immortality of God, would you believe it? Zhixin!"

Chapter 42: Little Spider's Observations

In an alley diagonally opposite the museum, Wu Zhao stepped out, and the strange energy around her body quickly disappeared as the strange door was retracted.

“Oh my god!”

Um?--

Wu Zhao looked back.

Just then, he saw a haggard drug addict, who collapsed to the ground with a twisted body as if struck by lightning, staring at him with a pair of bulging eyes, full of fear and curiosity.

Emmm...

Therefore, the reconnaissance work of the teleportation destination should not be ignored...

but……

Just the crumbling red of life...

At most, in another three or five days, it would be time for him to meet God in advance...

Raise your hand and wave lightly.

Flowing hot.

This drug addict and homeless man, who was common in Meilijian, was transformed into a pool of ashes mixed with a few broken bones in a burst of brilliant flames from inside to outside.

to death.

This sloppy, haggard old man didn't feel any pain at all.

He went to see the God he had been longing for in advance.

of course.

It is more likely that when this friend opens his eyes, he may see the old face of Mephisto.

Do it all.

Wu Zhao walked out of the alley and looked across with a puzzled expression.

There.

A hemispherical, dark and mysterious area was upside down on the ground, covering the entire museum and several surrounding houses and office buildings.

The streets are still bustling with people and cars.

But those people wouldn't think of that.

The landmark building that he passed by, which was once well-known in the surrounding blocks, has now become a gloomy and eerie place, a restricted area for living people!

The key point is that this strange area is also gradually expanding as the number of living people it devours continues to increase.

It won't take long.

The entire street will be cut off by the strange domain, and the surrounding pedestrian streets, commercial buildings, subway stations and other densely populated areas will also be covered!

By then!

It was a complete supernatural incident that got out of control!

A rough estimate.

Wu Zhao even believed that if it was not stopped, the list of abnormal deaths in New York would be added by 20 to 30 thousand copies in the police files on that day alone!

Crunch!

A bus with the logo of Midtown Junior High School approached the museum and braked to an emergency stop at the platform.

follow closely.

A group of junior high school students who are at the age where people hate dogs.

Under the guidance of the two teachers, the noisy and struggling students formed two crooked queues.

It is clear.

This is a class organized by Zhongcheng Junior High School to broaden our horizons and recall the past and present.

And their goal.

It is a private museum founded by this Midtown alumnus.

Regrettably.

Wu Zhao learned about it through online information.

Most of the cultural relics and antiques collected in the museum were obtained by Donghuang, and among them are also some ancient relics with Indian characteristics.

even.

Rumor has it that this private museum also houses two well-preserved dried scalps of Indians!

Gee!

It is indeed a lesson that broadens one's horizons and recalls the past and present.

Wu Zhao pulled down the brim of her baseball cap.

Walk across the street and go straight into the mysterious area!

As for that group of junior high school students.

Please believe that it will be the most unique lesson. I hope that this group of outstanding students can gain a unique spiritual baptism in the process.

……

Peter Parker.

A wimp, a wimp, a nerd, whatever it is.

These bad nicknames were enough to show that his life in Central City Junior High School was not at all comfortable.

Bullying and humiliation!

Ridicule and isolation!

Peter has tried it all. If it weren't for Uncle Ben's encouragement and Aunt May's warm comfort at home, it's hard to say what little Peter would eventually grow up to be.

Maybe he has become an idler on the streets, or maybe he is a cannon fodder at the bottom of the gang who is responsible for waving flags and cheering.

of course.

It is more likely that he made a powerful nail gun and used it to kill people on campus, and then became another real-life example of a TV station using it to increase ratings and attack political opponents.

As a result, Rongxun was given the titles of murderer, villain, antisocial element, etc. in the new era.

Ended up in a prison somewhere.

Imprisonment to death.

Please believe that, at a certain period of time, this was the future that Peter had built in his mind countless times when he was extremely depressed!

of course.

It is impossible for all young people’s dreams to be so dark, violent and crazy.

Peter also has his own heroic dream!

Ever since the riot at Stark Expo a few years ago, he was rescued by the famous Iron Man Tony Stark himself.

The dream of being a hero was deeply engraved in little Peter's heart.

but.

Any young person's reverie about the future.