Chapter 86 Vampires Are Not Handsome at All
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The beer bottle-shaped bar sign sparkles in the night.

It is like a fluorescent insect-attracting light, luring those "flying butterflies" or drinkers who rush over recklessly.

There were not many people in the bar at this time. A few young people dressed in avant-garde clothes were playing cards at a table with a can of beer next to them.

The latest hit was playing on the jukebox in the bar: "We're in the garden of paradise, baby, and everything's fine."

"Crack!"
The bar door was pushed open and a beautiful figure entered the bar.

The woman with a tall figure and fatal temperament attracted the attention of everyone present as soon as she came in.

A woman with a mixture of deadly and dangerous aura always attracts these guys who like excitement.

"A glass of whiskey."

The woman was wearing a black windbreaker and said to the bartender calmly, "Add ice."

"We'll be closing in fifteen minutes, miss."

The bartender glanced at the woman and refused her.

"If it's only fifteen minutes, which I believe I have plenty of time, bring me a shot glass, and I can pour it myself if you don't want to."

The woman said with a calm expression.

The bartender stared at the woman for a few seconds, then shrugged. "Okay, whatever you say."

A glass of whiskey was poured and the woman added ice cubes to it.

Then she picked up the glass and stared at the ice cubes gradually melting in the whiskey.

"Bourbon whiskey, made in Tennessee. If you're not satisfied, I can give you a glass made not from oak barrels but from old paint buckets. It's definitely stronger than the one you have."

The bartender took the initiative to say to the woman: "The strong smell is enough to knock out a donkey."

"No, you don't need to. Maybe it's best for you to keep quiet."

The woman said in a cold tone.

The woman with a unique temperament who entered the bar was Helen, whom Peter was thinking about.

Ever since the battle with Peter, she felt something was wrong with her body.

Staring at the slightly impure whiskey in her hand, Helen covered her chest and felt like vomiting.

In the wine glass, behind the floating bubbles, she seemed to see something else.

It was a pitch-black shadow with no clear outline, constantly swaying inside.

Am I pregnant?!
Helen drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and all sorts of absurd thoughts came to her mind.

But how is that possible? !
Although her life has gone through a long period of time, she has always been single.

From the time she awakened her supernatural powers as a child, to the time a demon took up residence in her body.

She had nothing to do with the pregnancy.

Because there was a demon growing in her body.

After being adopted by the Hand, they taught him how to stimulate the power of his body and become a better killing tool.

But they never told themselves that another species would now be born inside them.

She could feel it, another heartbeat independent of the demon in her own body.

Peter Parker, how on earth did this guy do it?
She thought back to the black violet.

Is that the time?

She stretched out her hand, and with her faith, a stream of purple flowers emerged from her hand.

At the same time, the plant on the left side of her body withered instantly.

After tasting the spicy whiskey, her body felt vaguely numb.

My mind seemed to be less sharp, and became dull. Those lingering thoughts were shackled one by one and dragged into the depths of my chaotic mind - they struggled desperately, but in the end they could not escape the fate of being caught.

"Miss, are you going to drink the whole cup? Or do you want to warm up first?"

At some point, a voice came from the side of her body.

A guy dressed in avant-garde clothes was looking at her with a smile.

The other person had a childish baby face, with black hair that seemed to have not been washed for many days. It was oily, shiny, and very messy, and it stood on top of his head like a tent made with crow's wings.

But the other person's eyes were bright, the smile on his face was particularly brilliant, and his skin was so white that it didn't look like the skin color of a normal human.

"I'm not that interested in things with dirty blood."

Helen said directly without any reservation.

"what?!"

The man looked at her in surprise, not knowing why she said that.

Helen lazily tore off the wet label on the bottle and said:

"I have a suggestion. You can go to the bathroom now and turn on the water. Then look in the mirror. It's best to wash your hands thoroughly. You are quite dirty. I can smell it. After washing and drying, come here and I will probably 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 secret world. When I came here last time, the bartender here was still a burly guy, nearly two meters tall, looking like a mountain, with uneven body, muscles and fat piled up on top of each other, and arms as thick as branches covered with tattoos. I remember someone called him Gore."

The bartender listened to what Helen said and looked at her in shock.

He knew about this Gore, but that was when he was a kid.

Is this woman lying?!
She couldn't have known Gore at her age.

Helen ignored the bartender's excitement. She said to the others who were playing cards in the bar: "I also know that the blood-sucking creatures in this city gather together at night."

She turned her gaze towards the man she was chatting with and said, "Isn't that right? Mr. Vampire."

She knew where this place was, and her purpose of coming here was just to use these species to check the changes in her body.

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

The man immediately realized that the woman in front of him was not someone he could easily mess with. Just as he was about to take action, he felt his body go numb.

Then a bunch of black vines pierced through the opponent's chest.

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

Her face was full of confusion.

Why does my strength seem to be stronger and it seems to have mutated?

Covering her chest, she felt a bad premonition growing stronger.

With a bang, he knelt on the ground.

The sound of a huge heartbeat assaulted her, 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 palpitations invaded my whole body.

An existence that seemed to be closely connected to him appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The other person seemed to have established some kind of close connection with himself.

Raising his head, he looked into the distance.

His sight penetrated the distant place obscured by fog and seemed to see a place infinitely far away.

(End of this chapter)