Chapter 140 Beautiful Teacher: What have I become to Peter?
after an hour.

The two men and the alien stood in a swamp.

"This is the Ghost Swamp, and it is said to have been cursed."

Helen explained to Peter calmly, "A voodoo queen once cursed this place. Anyone who enters this swamp will be lost unless they sacrifice their soul. Then she will let you walk out of the swamp and let you see what you want to see in the swamp."

Peter frowned and looked at Helen, "Are you saying that we are all cursed now?"

"No, it's just a legend. Every year, people enter, but not many get lost. What I want you to see is not a legend."

Peter listened to her and looked toward the swamp. He could sense that something was unusual here.

The sound of the wind whistling through here was like someone laughing loudly, and then it turned into sobbing. After a moment of silence, the laughter sounded again, and then turned into the crying of a madman.

The surrounding mist surrounded the two people like a dream.

The laughter died away, leaving only the whistling of the wind, which could be heard but not felt.

Peter looked around and said to Helen, "It sounds like a human voice, but it should just be the call of the abi birds migrating south."

But soon the sound came again, this time from the left, and a moment later from behind him.
It seemed to be right behind me, and if I turned around the next second I would see a bloody, grinning thing with glowing eyes.

Suddenly, the fog in the swamp lost its white light, and Peter immediately noticed that not far ahead there was a figure looking at him with ill intent and muttering something.

The eyes on that thing's face were sunken and gleaming with a gray-blue light, and its mouth was grinning downwards, with its lower lip turned outward, revealing dark brown teeth that were almost rotten to the gums.

What surprised Peter even more were its ears. They were not ears at all, but curved horns... not like the horns of a devil, but like the horns of a ram.

This scary, floating face seemed to be talking, or laughing.

Its mouth moved, and although its lower lip never returned to its normal position, the blood vessels there were beating and the hairs in its nostrils were fluttering as if it was breathing, exhaling white air.

Peter calmed the anxious "Queen" and asked Helen, "What is that?"

It looks like a zombie, but also like a demon from hell.

Although it was a bit scary to see this scene on such a terrifying night, for Peter, he had experienced many horrible things, so this kind of thing would not make him feel any fear.

"Don't you want to know my past story?"

Helen stared at the monster in the distance and said to Peter, "After being adopted by the Japanese, I became their tool to revive the Hand. They hoped to gain power from the 'beast' in my body, but this being from hell, from another dimension, possessed more power than they expected."

"Their souls were devoured and they became monsters!"

As she spoke, Peter also saw the specific appearance of the monster.

The tongue on the other's floating head stretched out. It was gray-yellow, long, pointed, and covered with a layer of scales.

Peter could see a scale curling up and a white worm oozing out; the tip of the tongue lazily licked the air...the thing was laughing loudly.

Helen continued, "It's okay, just ignore him, as long as you don't attack him."

Peter stared at the monster, "St. Elmo's fire?"

He had heard of such a monster, which the sailors called Fu Guang.

This thing can make all kinds of weird shapes, but it's nothing to be afraid of, and if you see any of these weird things and feel annoyed, just look away.

Just a few seconds after Peter was lost in thought, the face disappeared in the drifting mist.

Helen shook her head and said to Peter, "This is not St. Elmo's fire."

Something else was coming.

Peter listened to the sound... a relentless approaching sound.

He had rarely heard such a sound. It was the sound of a living thing, a very loud sound, nearby, getting closer and closer.

Peter heard the snapping of branches, followed by the sound of huge feet stamping on the bushes.

The soil under his feet began to tremble as well, and the humid air was filled with a strange, disgusting smell like rotten pork.

Whatever this thing was, it was huge.

Peter raised his puzzled face and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

The thing was walking with heavy steps, and Peter could hear trees - not branches, but whole trees being broken off - falling nearby.

The "Queen" faced the darkness, ready to pounce.

Peter controlled the other person in the spiritual sea and made him calm down.

The white mist was turned into stone gray by the body of this thing, but only for a moment.

Peter saw the other person's appearance clearly. This thing was more than 60 feet tall and was an invisible ghost.

He could feel the draft as it passed, hear its heavy footsteps on the ground, and the sound of mud and water closing up as the thing walked through the swamp.

For a moment, Peter saw two orange flames flickering high above his head. The flames looked like eyes.

Then the sound began to fade away, and as it left, other life in the swamp slowly began to make sounds.

The thing moved towards the north, and the sound became smaller and smaller, until it could no longer be heard at all.

When the ghost disappeared, Peter stroked the Queen's head and said to Helen:
"Is it the Wendago? A monster that roams the northern countryside. Legend has it that whoever it touches will turn into a man-eating monster."

He didn't expect that he would see a ghost here!
And it’s the legendary Wendigo!
Although it was a little unbelievable, when I thought about the fact that this was the Marvel world, all the impossible became possible. Helen looked at Peter in surprise, "Yes, you don't seem to be shocked or scared."

"What should I say?"

Peter felt the white mist around him and said to Helen:
"That those things are the abbey-birds, and St. Elmo's fire, and the cattle in the bullpen of the Yankees in upstate New York, and whatever leaping, crawling, slithering, or lurching creatures there are in the world?
There is a God in this world, there are Sunday mornings, there are Episcopal priests in white robes, so it is not impossible that these dark horrors exist and appear in the night of the universe. "

"You're really different, Peter."

Helen looked at her surroundings.

There were many broken or bitten trees around, the broken ends were fresh and yellow-white sap was flowing out of them.

She said to Peter, "Some people from the Hand wanted to obtain the power in my body, but their souls were extracted. When their bodies were possessed by evil spirits, they turned into ghosts like Wendigos. The Wendigos wandering here are people possessed by evil spirits."

There was a hint of pain in her eyes. "So they imprisoned me until I could control my powers. A few years, or even decades, is enough to turn a person into a zombie."

Peter was silent for a moment, then said to her, "But you didn't turn into a monster."

"Yes, I was later released and became a high-ranking member of the Hand. Even though I had status, I was just a tool in their eyes."

Helen glanced at the Queen Alien and said, "What I hope for is not a long life, but the meaning of a short life, the meaning of existing for myself."

“This is the story of the past.”

Helen turned and walked out of the swamp, reminding Peter: "I have seen many monsters and ghosts like Wendigo in the past. Remember this place in the future and be careful not to be eaten by them."

Peter shook his head and led the queen out of the swamp.

"As for the existence of magic, I have always believed that since magic and witches exist, ghosts are not impossible."

After all, the first Marvel superhero he knew from this world was the magician Doctor Strange.

It seems that this guy once summoned a creature of the Cthulhu type.

Compared to those Cthulhu creatures that make people lose their SAN value, the Wendigo ghost in front of them doesn’t seem to be a scary creature.

Helen smiled and looked at Peter.

But her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the reflection in the swamp.

That didn't seem to be his or Peter's figure.

Helen looked at the reflection in confusion.

I found that it seemed to be a moving picture.

In the picture, he and Peter were standing in a city in ruins.

The two stood on a high platform, and in the distance, flames were rising into the sky and the burning Statue of Liberty fell to the ground.

Countless black queen-like aliens gathered together and converged towards the two people like a torrent.

And he and Peter, like a queen and a king receiving worship, were surrounded by the aliens.

It seemed as if the entire city, the entire world, was lying at their feet.

"Are you ok?"

She was suddenly interrupted by Peter, and the scene in the swamp disappeared instantly.

Shocked Helen raised her head and looked at Peter.

"Did you see it? It's right there!"

"what?"

Peter looked in the direction she was pointing and shook his head, "No."

Helen's heart was in turmoil.

what is that?
Myself and Peter. Are those the two people of the future?
She suddenly remembered the legend in this swamp.

Legend has it that anyone who enters this swamp will be lost, unless they sacrifice their soul. Then she will let you walk out of the swamp and let you see what you want to see in the swamp.

I didn’t get lost, nor did I sacrifice my soul, but I saw what I wanted to see?!
Is that really my future self?

What had become of me and Peter?!

“I’m now a ruthless jazz drummer!”

Gwen had been practicing for an entire afternoon and her hands were extremely sore.

In order to participate in Black Cat's performance, I practiced with the band members.

There wasn't even time for a date with Peter.

If I say this, will it make the relationship between us fade?

If a woman like Black Cat were to take advantage of my situation, I would never be able to accept it.

She suddenly had a sense of crisis.

(End of this chapter)