In Marvel, people are slime

It felt like a basin of cold water was poured over my head and face, and the crackling chill ran down my scalp, neck, back, and all the way to the soles of my feet.

The man turned his head stiffly, his heart beating violently like a drum.

The first thing he saw was two tattered corpses. The two men standing behind him were torn into pieces. The sticky blood flowed to his feet bit by bit. Next to the white bones, half of his head was twisted in pain with his mouth wide open.

Dead…all dead…?

His gaze slowly moved upwards and met a pair of red eyes.

There was a thing, face to face, right near the ceiling, staring at him motionlessly.

Those were a pair of narrow vertical pupils, the slit pupils seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be dripping with blood...

Below the vertical pupils were densely packed sharp fangs that almost poked the man's face, extremely greedy for his flesh and blood.

Countless evil and strange ghosts were swaying and wriggling behind this thing, blocking the entire corridor from the ground to the ceiling.

This is a taller than human...

"fox!"

"monster--!"

After a short scream of fear, a string of bullets shot from behind the man, grazed his scalp and hit the monster's face.

“Hiss—Wow—”

The beast let out a shrill, strange, and creepy cry, like a baby or a woman crying in grievance.

With bullets in its head, it walked forward step by step, constantly telling the two men about the pain on its face.

----------

-

It was late at night when I wrote this chapter, and I always felt that there was something unclean behind me.

╥﹏╥

Then, the cat outside howled a few times, and the whole person almost went berserk.

Maybe when I'm alone at night, I become timid, and I'm invulnerable to ghosts because the quilt is not on me.

Extra 70. Alice Chapter-32-

A bright room with a low coffee table in the middle and a round cushion on each side of the coffee table. An old man and a middle-aged man are sitting opposite each other.

The room is simply decorated, with a few ink paintings hanging on the wooden walls. The half-open door is a thin sliding door. It is a very traditional Japanese tea room.

The middle-aged man was Hiroshige Eida. With fifty years of life left, he had turned from a white-haired old man to someone in his forties or fifties. Sitting opposite was Hiroshige Eida's shadow warrior, who still looked like a ninety-year-old man. At first glance, there was a gap of two generations between the two.

"What do you plan to do in the future?"

Hiroshige Eida asked.

Now the two of them look very different, so the shadow warrior naturally can't be a shadow warrior.

As he spoke, he meticulously poured the tea from the pot into four cups, filling them seven-tenths full. He then poured the remaining tea into the cups in turn, ensuring an even portion and consistent tea color.

The middle-aged man picked up one of the cups, first put it to his nose and sniffed it, then took a small sip, savored it for a moment, and drank it all in satisfaction.

The white-haired old man picked up the other cup and drank it in almost exactly the same way, with his movements and expressions extremely similar.

After being a stand-in for decades, the habit of imitating the other party has been deeply engraved in the bones of the shadow warrior, and it will take some time to change it.

Putting down the cup, the old man took a long breath and said, "It tastes good... but the taste is still a little weird. I can't get used to it."

"Try more new things. You are already this old. If you don't try it now, you will never have another chance."

The middle-aged man sneered and shook his head.

The old man also smiled and reached for the second cup of tea. "No hurry... Nanyuan calculated for me and I have at least twenty years left to live."

"In the future, I can't say for sure...but I should probably go around the country these days to see if those old places are still the same as before."

"You don't have to rush to send me away. I can't eat a few meals at your house. Let's talk about it after this matter is over."

Ying Tian Hongcheng laughed in silence and started to make tea again, "Hehehe..."

The atmosphere in the tea room was quiet, but sometimes there were some strange sounds coming from outside the room, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes intermittent. Sharp roars, men's screams, the sound of guns firing, the roar of grenades exploding, dull collisions...

But these did not affect the two people's enjoyment of tea drinking, and when the explosion was closest to them, they could not move their bodies at all.

After a few gunshots, there was a brief silence. The shadow warrior suddenly sighed, feeling a little melancholy.

"He finally took action."

'He' refers to Hiroshige Eida's third grandson, Seiki Eida, who is one of the masterminds behind today's attacks - although he was betrayed, he is indeed one of the masterminds.

Shadow Warrior has experienced many ups and downs in his life and seen many human tragedies, but when they happen to him or his old friends, he can't help but sigh.

Yingtian Chengju's arrangements over the years were very covert, and the launch was sudden and swift enough, but Yingtian Hongcheng had been the head of the family for decades after all. There were many things that could be hidden from him, but there were almost no things that he could not catch even a trace of.

The middle-aged man's expression dimmed. "Cheng Ju's methods are ruthless, which is not a bad thing... but we cannot rely on them. A sharp blade is the most straightforward way to untie the rope, but it is also the easiest way to hurt yourself and the people around you."

Some old memories that were brought back to my mind kept echoing in my mind, with a sense of self-blame and a sense of nostalgia.

...If Jiro had not been so obsessed with violence and conquest, perhaps he would not have died in their desperate revenge.

The child Nanmu would not have lost his parents so early and been lonely.

I can also have an heir who I can trust to the family...

Jiro, Jiro...

Yingtian Hiroshige couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He looked up into the sky, but he didn't know where his focus was. A hint of bitterness gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Extra 71. Alice Chapter-33-The leader who escaped

The heart was pumping blood plasma with all its might, again and again, shaking the numb chest, trying to deliver as much blood as possible to the body that was near its limit and teetering on the brink of collapse.

My lungs felt like they were on fire, and every breath was like taking a gulp of liquor, but it went through the respiratory tract instead of the esophagus.

It hurts - so much so that he wants to cough, but the man knows that if his breathing becomes disordered even for a moment, he will lose the ability to breathe forever.

Run…run…run as hard as you can!

The corridors were layer upon layer, as if they would never end. The dim lights gradually became covered with a layer of blood and became even dimmer.

Because of tension, fear and extreme concentration, his field of vision became narrower and narrower, and the area around his vision turned completely black. At the same time, dizziness and fatigue hit his brain hard.

but……

Bang-bang-bang——

The terrifying giant creature was running wildly on the wooden floor, making a dull and terrifying sound, and following closely - no matter how hard I ran, that thing was still getting closer and closer!

Every time it rings, it gets closer!

Bang-bang-bang——

Like the footsteps of the god of death... There is no doubt that the fox-like monster will tear his body into pieces using methods more cruel than those of the god of death!

Don't listen... the sharp scream will wear down your will...

Don't look back either... Losing balance will slow you down...

All your comrades are dead... You must stay alive...

I regret it... I regret it... If I had followed my instinct and given up this mission, I wouldn't have encountered this monster...

Monster, that's right! Monster! A monster that can't be killed by guns or grenades!

A man-eating monster! Will it eat me...will it tear me apart...

so tired...

So tired... Or just let it eat it...

At a fork in the road, the man gritted his teeth, bumped into the wall and turned a right angle.

Snapped--!

Because of the impact, the left arm that had been broken for a long time made a slight sound, and an indescribable electric shock sensation went along the nerves into the brain. Although he could no longer feel the pain, it slightly awakened his numb body and will.

The corner of his mouth cracked at some point, and the blood flowing from the wound moistened his dry lips. He couldn't help but suck hard, trying to get a little moisture from his own blood so that he could run one more step... even half a step would do...

At a certain moment, the world before my eyes suddenly became brighter.

A half-open door, with white, sacred light shining through the crack.

door!

Is there heaven behind the door?

!!!

Extra 72. Alice Chapter-34-

With a series of stumbling footsteps, a masked man in camouflage pushed open the wooden door and fell to the floor.

The shadow warrior put down the teacup in his hand, turned his head and looked, a little surprised.

Hiroshige Yingtian also looked at him in surprise.

How could someone actually escape here from the hands of Beiyuan and Nanyuan?

The masked man was half curled up with his face against the ground, covered in blood, and his exposed left hand was twisted unnaturally. With rapid breathing, his body was trembling slightly, and he looked very painful.

"Would you like a cup of tea, young man?"

Yingtian Hiroshige poured a cup of tea and pushed the cup towards the door.

"..."

The man's mask moved and he seemed to say something in a very low voice.

"What did you say?"

"...I said...I don't want to die..."

He raised his head with great effort, squirming in strange postures, trying to sit up. His eyes, still filled with fear, glanced left and right at the two people beside the coffee table.