Chapter 86: Vampires are not handsome

"Ding ding ding!"

The sign of the bar in the shape of a beer bottle glittered in the night.

It was as if a fluorescent lamp was luring those "flying butterflies", or drinkers, to jump over to the bar without thinking twice.

At this time there are not many people in the bar, a few young people dressed in avant-garde clothing in front of a table playing cards, next to a beer can.

The bar's automated record player was playing the latest trendy song: "We're in the garden of paradise, baby, and all is well."

"Squeak!"

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a beautiful figure entered inside the bar.

The woman with a tall figure and a deadly aura attracted the attention of those present as soon as she entered.

Women mixed with a deadly dangerous aura always attracted these thrill-loving guys.

"A glass of whiskey."

The woman, dressed in a black trench coat, faintly said to the bartender, "On the rocks."

"We're closing in fifteen minutes, ma'am."

The bartender glanced over at the woman and rebuffed her.

"If it's only fifteen minutes, I'm sure I have enough time, get me a shot glass, I can pour my own if you don't want me to."

The woman said with a calm expression.

The bartender stared at the woman for a few seconds before shrugging, "Fine, suit yourself."

Pouring a glass of whiskey, the woman added ice to it.

She then lifted her glass and stared at the ice that was gradually melting inside the whiskey.

"Bourbon, from Tennessee, if you're not satisfied, I can get you a glass made not from oak barrels, but from old paint buckets, definitely stronger than what you're holding."

The bartender volunteered to the woman, "That strong flavor could definitely smoke a donkey."

"No, it doesn't, it's probably for the best that you keep quiet."

The woman said in a cold tone.

The woman with a unique temperament who entered the bar was Helen, who was missed by Peter.

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

Staring at the slightly impure whiskey in her hand, Helen covered her chest as a feeling of vomiting hit her.

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

It was dark unreadable black shadows that kept shifting inside.

Own this is ..... Pregnant?!!!

Downing the glass of whiskey in one gulp, Helen inwardly entertained thoughts that were absurd to herself. Four but how is that possible?!!!

Her own life had spanned a long span of time, but she had always been alone.

From the time she had awakened her supernatural abilities as a child, and then later when a demon had taken up residence in her body.

She then had nothing to do with the pregnancy.

Because a demon was already conceived in her body.

After adopting herself, the people of the Hand Combine taught herself how to energize her body to better become a killing tool.

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

She could feel that it was another heartbeat independent of the demon inside her.

Peter. Parker, how the hell did this guy do it?

She thought back to the black violet flower.

Was that the time?

Reaching out her hand, a stream of violet flowers was born from her hand under her conviction.

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

After tasting the pungent whiskey, her body had a vague numb feeling

Thoughts seemed to be less lucid, and her mind became sluggish.

One by one, those lingering thoughts were shackled and dragged to the depths of the chaotic mind - they struggled desperately, but finally it was hard to escape 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 in avant-garde clothing was looking at her with a smile.

The other party possessed a childish baby face, and his black hair seemed to have not been washed for many days, oily, shiny and very disheveled, topping his head as if he had pitched a tent with the wings of a crow.

But the other's two eyes were gleaming, the smile on his face was extraordinarily wide, and his skin was snow-white unlike a normal human's complexion.

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

Helen said directly without hiding it.

"What?!"

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

Helen, with a lazy expression, tore off the soggy label from the bottle and said.

"I have a suggestion, you can go to the restroom now and put the water down and look in the mirror, better wash your hands properly you're pretty dirty, I can smell it, after you've washed and dried, you come in here and I reckon I'll consider talking to you."

"You know what we are?"

The man looked at Helen in surprise.

"Of course, this hidden world I've always known every corner of it, when I was last here the bartender here was still a big burly guy, nearly two meters looking like a mountain, with a body of uneven muscles, fat piled on top of each other, and twiggy thick arms painted with tattoos, I remember someone calling him Gore."

The bartender looked at Helen with a shocked expression as he heard her say that.

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

This woman was lying, wasn't she?!!!

There was no way she could know Gore at her age.

Helen ignored the bartender's agitation as she said to the others in the bar who were playing cards together, "I also know that the things in this city that like to suck blood get together at night."

She turned her attention to the man she had struck up a conversation with and said, "You think so, don't you? Mr. Vampire."

She knew what this place was, and had come over for the sole purpose of using these species to check for changes in her body.

After all, killing people was more troublesome, killing these lowly species was still relatively simple.

The man immediately realized that the woman in front of him was not to be messed with, and just as he was about to make his move, he felt a paralysis in his body.

A black vine then ran through the other man's chest.

A few minutes later, Helen stood in a pool of blood and wiped away the drops of blood on her face.

Her face was filled with confusion.

Why did her power seem to be stronger, and the power seemed to have mutated .

Covering her chest, the bad feeling inside her grew stronger.

"With a thump, she fell to her knees.

A loud heartbeat assaulted her, and she felt as if something was about to break out of her body.

Meanwhile, Peter stood on the rooftop of the building.

A palpitating feeling invaded his entire body.

An existence that seemed to have a close connection with himself appeared in his sea of consciousness.

It was as if the other party had created some kind of close connection with himself.

Raising his head, he looked towards the distance.

The faraway place that was obscured by the fog, his vision penetrated through and he seemed to see infinitely far away.