After a while, the two people who left the bed sat down in Gwen's dining room. The apartment she lived in was well-decorated, with an open kitchen and a separate dining room. Sunlight shone in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling on the

on their faces and on the table.

Gwen was dressed very casually, with a long women's shirt on her upper body, two white legs dangling under the chair, and pink furry slippers.

For the first time, He Shenyan was not wearing his black robe. He was shirtless and wanted to get a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. Gwen sat on a chair and looked at him with her face in her hands: "I don't have any wine here."

"Don't you drink?"

"Come on, I'm still a college student! I don't go to those parties, nor do I join any so-called 'fraternities.' I have to concentrate on my studies, and I have to concentrate on being a hero and saving people every day. I also have to be careful not to be discovered by my father.

who is it......."

She said a lot of words in one breath, and her chattyness was no different from all Spider-Man's.

He Shenyan raised a hand from behind the refrigerator door to signal her to stop. Then he took out two cans of juice. Sitting opposite Gwen, he opened the juice and took a sip, seemingly casually asking: "So,

Do you want to talk?"

"What are you talking about?" Gwen took the juice he handed and took a sip.

He Shenyan said nothing and just spread his hands.

silence.

As if she couldn't stand being stared at by the mage all the time, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but you have to promise that you won't laugh at me if I tell you."

"I try my best."

"Do you know about spider silk?"

"who?"

Gwen's toes were pushing back and forth in her slippers, and her two white legs were flying up and down: "Well, she...I have met her before, when she faced Morlun. She and

There's a special connection that Peter Parker has, and it's an instant connection when two people meet... Anyway, you know."

As she spoke, she actually laughed out loud: "We tried our best to prevent these two people from acting together. Every time they fought together, something would go wrong. They started kissing each other while they were fighting. The scene was really funny.

."

He Shenyan tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table to show that he was listening.

"The reason is actually because the mutation of the spider silk and Peter come from the same spider. Although I think it is incredible that there is such an attraction between the two of them. But who can explain the mutation clearly?" Gwen shrugged.

shrug.

"As for me... In my universe, Spider Silk is a villain. But my abilities come from her, so, can you understand?"

She stopped talking and started looking at He Shenyan longingly.

The mage sighed and said: "This can explain part of the reason why you are so proactive - but it cannot explain why I am addicted to it so easily."

"Although I don't want to hurt your feelings, Gwen, I am a mage. What mages hate and fear the most is things they cannot control, especially this inexplicable situation, which is usually considered a curse."

After listening to his words, Gwen still looked calm. She even smiled.

"Of course, haven't you always been like this? Let me go on."

She took another sip of juice and said, "I met you once - a long time ago."

"It wasn't long after I gained my abilities at that time, and you should be the same. You looked much more immature then than you do now, and you were even wearing a white robe." She said, falling into memories.

"Wait, how did you see me? We are not in the same universe..."

Gwen stretched out her hand, covered his mouth, and smiled: "Don't be impatient, I'm just about to get to the point."

"Not long after I gained the ability, I traveled across the world inexplicably. Later I found out that it was the influence of the spider totem. The Spider-Man destined for this world should be Peter Parker, but something went wrong. He...

....became a lizard-man."

Gwen said it lightly: "And I became Spider-Man. There was something wrong with the scheduled Spider Totem, so it planned to come to me to see what the problem was - but something went wrong halfway."

"I was thrown into your world, and I lived there for about half a year. It was in a town... You should still remember that town."

Of course He Shenyan remembered it, he remembered it clearly. It was one of the few moments of failure for him, a complete failure.

An extremely simple demonic invasion event had the following consequences: Castle Rock, a remote town on the border of Maine, killed all 378 residents of the town.

Even the soul is missing.

It also allowed He Shenyan to step by step from a mage who still had naive illusions about the world to what he became later, the "unspeakable black" who could smile and release spells of mass destruction on the heads of aliens.

I have to admit that Leland Gunter may not be very good at his job, but in terms of impact on the world...he is the one who does the best among the devils. He directly caused

He Shenyan's hatred for the demons indirectly led to the destruction of hell.

"I didn't see you at Castle Rock."

As he spoke, he picked up the juice and took a big sip. It was cold and cold, and the sweetness mixed with chemicals could not soothe his heart at this time. He Shenyan could only try to calm himself down.

"Of course, that's because I wasn't there when things started to happen." Gwen shrugged. "I felt like I had to spend the rest of my life in this similar but different world, so I thought, why don't I take the exam?

It’s a university.”

"I was very interested in music, so I left Castle Rock during that time. When I came back from my studies... the town was gone, and you were standing in a sea of ​​fire, looking at people expressionlessly.

The corpses and ruins slowly burned together."

He Shenyan sat on the chair and looked at her, his face expressionless, like a statue. After a while, he closed his eyes.

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When a person is burned, there will be no meaty aroma.

On the contrary, it will emit a very bad smell, so bad that you don't even want to take a second breath of such air.

He Shenyan endured this smell. He stood in the ruins of the town, his hands were bleeding, and one leg was broken. But he could still stand. Beside him, 378 corpses were lying on the ground.

, or be buried under the masonry.

They only have two things in common: one, they are all dead, and two, they are all burning in flames.

The flames burned He Shenyan's skin, and he could feel the burning pain. Not long ago, he was sweating profusely while dealing with a demon. But this time, the demon had disappeared. On his forehead

The sweat on his face also disappeared, leaving only a calm face without blood or tears.

"...Ho." He suddenly laughed, his trembling hands stabilized, and he made several complicated gestures in an instant. A dark red chain stretched out from the void, tied to a

On a man wearing a suit.

He is very tall and very thin.

Generally speaking, when we describe a person as thin and tall, we would say that he is as thin as a bamboo pole.

But this man was different. He was abnormally thin and his body proportions were seriously out of balance.

There is an undisguised malice on his slender horse face, and anyone who catches a glimpse of that expression will feel horrified at the first glance - it has nothing to do with his position, nothing to do with anything. You will know immediately that he is a devil.

He Shenyan turned around: "...You still won't run?"

"Run? Why are you running?" the man asked. As he spoke, his sharp teeth poked out of his lips. They were even slowly squirming and growing.

He laughed: "I haven't gotten what I deserve yet - Mr. He, people in this town bought something from me, and they haven't paid yet!"

The young mage shook his head, and the blood stains on his white robe actually shone in the flames. The fluctuating magic power swept across the ruins of the town, and the flames grew much taller out of thin air.

Gu Xi

"I'm tired of talking to you about all this." He said, and began to slowly approach the man. One end of the crimson chain was held in his hand, making a hissing sound like a red snake.

"Let me make it clear, Leland Gunter." He Shenyan's face became ferocious. At this moment, he looked more like a devil than a devil. "You are dead!"

"I really want to know, how are you going to kill me?"

Leland Gunter seemed to have swept away the dust on his shoulders, and easily broke away from the crimson chain. He smiled slightly, and his sharp teeth poked out his lips again: "You can't beat me, mage.

The only reason why I don't kill you is because your teacher is Ancient One. Do you understand?"

"You are nothing - you can't protect this town, you can't protect anyone." It laughed loudly, taking off its human skin disguise. Its twisted limbs poked out of the skin and danced wildly with the flames.

Its voice also became low and terrifying, with echoes: "Now, I am going to take away their souls in front of you. Try to stop me, young mage."

Damn it, the magic... starts again.

He Shenyan gritted his back molars to prevent himself from screaming in pain. Blood spilled from his closed lips, and the crimson chain was counterattacked.

The consequence of the counterspell is that the magic power in his body is running wild at this moment, just like ten speedsters riding the latest Harley while drifting in your backyard.

He still has a chance and can cast the last spell...but the consequences will be serious.

But it won't be worse than what's happening right now - it won't be worse than sitting back and watching their souls be taken away by this bastard.

"cough!"

He vomited a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground trembling.

Leland Gunter walked past him with a smile, his ugly face full of greed and pride.

He Shenyan stretched out his trembling hands, broke off the index and middle fingers of his right hand, rotated them twice before stuffing them into his mouth, intending to bite off the two fingers. But he was too tired and had no strength.

He had no choice but to lie on the ground like a dead dog, open his jaw, and put the two fingers of his right hand in. He used gravity and his own weight to crush the two fingers.

Then, he picked up the broken index finger from his mouth with his left hand, dipped it in his own blood and began to draw a summoning circle on the ground. As the circle was completed, the index finger gradually withered and disappeared.
To be continued...