Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 124 Yes, We Have a Daughter

"You guys are tourists from out of town, right? Let me guess, not Boston, not New Jersey"

"It should be...New York!"

Agatha tells the story of the two.

At the same time, her gaze swept over the two rings on Peter's left hand, her expression slightly strange.

But the strange expression only flashed across her face.

Gwen was surprised that the other party could guess that she was from New York.

She blinked. "My God! Ms. Agatha, are you really a witch of Salem?"

"That's impossible to say."

Agatha put down her rabbit—"Mr. Scratch", and said to the two, "Werewolves, vampires and other creatures are parading in the streets openly, why can't witches?"

She looked at Peter with interested eyes, and after a while, she reached out to Peter, "May I know your name?"

"Peter Parker."

Peter did not hide his name, but he did not shake hands with the other party.

"Mr. Parker, I like your wizard black robe very much. I once had one too, but I lost it in the end. That is really a bad memory."

Agatha showed a look of regret.

"What was Lady Agatha's occupation?"

Gwen asked her curiously, "Are you a tour guide?"

She knew about Halloween in the small town of Salem. There were many full-time tour guides who took passengers on the streets to experience the local witch culture.

She thought that the other party was also such a tour guide, so she was willing to ride in the other party's carriage at first.

"No, I'm not a tour guide, I'm a fortune teller."

There was an uncomfortable smile on the corner of Agatha's mouth, "I often give divinations to people."

"Then how do you calculate it? Tarot cards, or palm reading, or fortune-telling through tea?"

It was the first time Gwen heard about someone who claimed to be a fortuneteller, and her curiosity grew even stronger.

"No, I usually just look at the bottom of the wine glass."

Agatha said to her: "It's a pity that there are no wine glasses here, so I can take another way."

She motioned for Gwen to hold out her hand.

"Are you sure?"

Gwen said dubiously.

She had only seen gypsies divination through crystal balls on the street, but she had never heard of this method of divination.

"of course."

"Well, I hope you can divination something different for me."

Gwen held out her hand.

The opponent's hand was very warm, but at the moment of contact, Gwen shuddered like an electric shock.

The two faced each other.

Peter next to him turned his vigilant eyes on Agatha, ready to take measures if anything went wrong.

As Agatha's hand tightened, her expression became more and more serious.

There was a purple haze in the eyes, and Agatha looked directly into Gwen's eyes.

The picture in front of Gwen's eyes began to blur, and the scene in the carriage changed.

As consciousness fell into darkness, Gwen's entire sensory world began to fall into nothingness.

I can't hear any sound, can't see any picture, and can't experience any material existence, as if I have fallen into a world where I have been abandoned and left alone.

"Peter?"

Somewhat panicked, she tried to find Peter.

But the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly dissipated, and a bright scene suddenly unfolded in front of her eyes.

The bright spring day, the warm spring scenery, everything looks full of beauty.

The other self pushed open the door and walked out, stretching himself against the sun.

"So that's your future self?"

Gwen looked at a woman who was so similar to herself, but a bit more mature, and was dumbfounded.

"Mother?"

A girl's voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"what happened, Babe?"

The other self, bathed in sunlight, turned around and asked the girl in the room.

"I found Dad's ring."

The girl with long black hair and exquisite facial features made me feel very familiar and kind, and pushed open the door.

She held out ten fingers and showed them to her mother.

There are six rings of different colors on the white finger.

When the future mature self saw the six gems in his daughter's hand, his complexion changed drastically.

"No! Annie!"

With her terrified sound, the girl snapped her fingers.

"boom!"

An invisible wave spread out along the ring.

Accompanied by a loud bang, a strong shock wave swayed around.

Dazzling white light swept across the entire space in an instant.

Gwen, who stood in the void and observed everything, was also fascinated by this strong turbulent current.

The blinding white light made her eyes close uncontrollably.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the carriage again.

Agatha on the opposite side was holding her hand, while Peter was sitting next to her, watching her with concerned eyes.

Is what I saw just now a hallucination?

Or... I really saw the future I wanted to see.

With countless thoughts flashing through her heart, Gwen glanced at Peter with a guilty conscience.

The red and orange rings on the opponent's fingers were caught by her eyes.

Just now I saw that the little girl was wearing six jewel rings, among which the red and orange rings were exactly the same as the ones on Peter's hands now.

That means her dad is Peter!
Mother is herself!
Did my future self marry Peter and have a daughter?

God!

This is crazy and incredible!
Gwen suddenly fell into the overheating stage of his head, forgot even to think, and completely fell into a sluggish stage.

"Gwen?"

Peter patted Gwen on the shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Patted on the shoulder by Peter, Gwen was shocked.

"Yes, I. I'm fine."

Gwen immediately pulled her hand away from Agatha's hand in a panic, not daring to look at Peter's face.

By the way, is your daughter's name Anne?
Anne Parker?

That doesn't sound cool at all, maybe it should be called another name.

She began to think wildly about her daughter's future name.

"What future do you see, Gwen."

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Agatha asked Gwen while hugging her gentle pet rabbit.

"this."

Gwen looked at Peter hesitantly, "I didn't see anything."

She felt like she would go crazy if she were to tell her face what she saw.

"Hmm, that must be a very surprising picture, but fate is so elusive, you have to keep an eye on its changes all the time."

Agatha stroked the rabbit in her arms and said to Gwen.

After divination, Gwen reached out to Peter.

"Come on, Mr. Parker, maybe I can help you see your lost fate."

"I'm not confused about fate."

Peter did not reach out to the other party, but directly rejected the other party's idea of ​​divination for him.

"But fate will never be kind to us because of our thoughts."

At this time, Gwen also recovered from the incredible scene just now.

She hugged Peter's arm, "Maybe you will gain something! Peter, try it."

Although he was not very interested in divination and the like, he still reached out to the other party under Gwen's urging.

Holding Peter's hands, Agatha smiled.

She was full of curiosity about this man who made her so interested.

This woman who claims to be a fortuneteller is not the so-called fortuneteller in Salem town in real life.

She is a governess and one of the most powerful witches on Earth.

Its real age is more than three hundred years old, and it has existed since the witch trials in the seventeenth century.

In 1693, the Salem Witch Incident broke out. As a member of the witches, Agatha Harkness did not die in the Holy See trial, but was tried by the witch group led by her mother Evan Nora and ordered to be executed.

The reason is that she stole black magic beyond her knowledge and wisdom.

The thoughtful Agatha killed the entire witch group and her mother.

With the power of black magic becoming more and more powerful, she lived for more than three centuries.

She can also use the power of magic to spy on those dark creatures and creatures that exude a strange aura.

The Peter Parker in front of her was the one that caught her attention.

The blood-red ring in the other party's hand was undoubtedly a sacred object handed down by the Bloodstone family.

In addition, the ring exuding the breath of life also made her quite concerned.

Holding Peter's hand, her eyes glowed purple.

Peter, on the other hand, looked into the other person's eyes, and saw a picture deep in her pupils.

In the boundless wilderness.

Holding Thanos' head in his hand, he hung in the air.

The pitch-black cloak behind her made loud noises in the air.

On the ground not far away, stood Iron Man of the Avengers, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Wanda and others.

Grabbing Thanos' head, he fell from the sky.

The spider pattern mask slowly receded from his face, revealing his true face.

Throwing Thanos' head on the ground, Peter crushed it with one foot.

Many superheroes on the scene stared at Peter with different expressions.

The scene changed again, and then Peter found himself disappearing into the boundless wilderness, appearing in a space full of white bones.

Countless corpses piled up, bones and skeletons covered the feet, densely packed, extending to infinity.

Peter looked into the distance along the covered bones, his vision stretched infinitely.

But in the outside world at this time, Agatha, who was holding Peter's hand in the carriage, frowned, and the veins in her neck were exposed.

The expression of this woman who has lived for hundreds of centuries is no longer as calm as before.

Suddenly, her eyes opened suddenly.

The whites of her eyes began to be stained red by the burst blood vessels, and she clenched her teeth tightly, as if she saw something terrifying.

Gwen next to him didn't know what happened, and was a little at a loss.

The pet rabbit that was lying next to Agatha seemed to feel the master's uneasiness, and began to wander around the master.

In Gwen's unease, blood suddenly flowed from Agatha's nostrils.

"Tick tock" fell on her hand.

The purple aura surrounded her and radiated outwards, filling the entire carriage, and an uncomfortable atmosphere began to spread.

Agatha wanted to let go of Peter's hand, but for some reason, Peter's hand held her tightly instead, preventing her from breaking free.

Blood dripped onto her hand drop by drop, but it did not lubricate her hand. Peter still held her right hand tightly.

A few minutes later, she held Agatha's right hand backwards, making Peter, who she couldn't break free, break away from the bone-covered scene.

With a bang, Peter let go of Agatha's hand.

The embarrassed Agatha was panting slightly, her eyes were red.

"Are you all right, Lady Agatha."

Peter asked her coldly.

He didn't feel much about what he saw.

Even if that was really the so-called future, it didn't shock him too much.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Agatha, who was in shock, hugged the shivering pet rabbit and looked at Peter.

"There is something dead, deep, withered in you that calls to its mother like a lost child!"

"You are the hand of death, you are the machine of death, I can hear the sound of the belt drive and the wheels turning."

Agatha leaned forward and said to Peter in a shocked tone.

She regretted it a little at this time.

I provoked an existence with a monster in its heart!
"Ted, did you actually see that guy kill the Vampire King? I mean, is that guy really that good?"

On the streets of Boston, a guy with a werewolf pattern painted on his face was talking to the previous humanoid.

The humanoid walked on the street openly, and its bloated body did not arouse suspicion.

Instead, passing people dressed as other monsters came over and patted his body.

"Dude, that's a nice outfit!"

Everyone didn't think it was a real monster, and thought it was some kind of Halloween Cosplay.

The humanoid mumbled a few times, and the werewolf seemed to understand what it said, nodded, and said, "Well, I know you have been wronged, that guy shocked you several times, but you said, the vampire The king has been killed by him."

The werewolf sneaked into the castle of the Bloodstone family before, trying to rescue his good friend.

Unexpectedly, the manor was quieter than expected, and the rescue mission went smoothly.

He brought the humanoid out of the garden in a fair manner.

"Ted, do you remember his name?"

the werewolf asked his friend.

The humanoid made an indistinct sound, and the werewolf nodded after listening.

"Peter Parker? Is that the name? I think I'll have to stay away from him a little bit, revenge. I know, but you gotta think, he didn't kill you after all, did he?"

Seeing that the humanoid was about to go crazy, the werewolf hurriedly stopped it, "Hey, calm down, Ted! This is a human street, if someone finds out your identity, we will all suffer."

After calming down the humanoid, the werewolf let out a long sigh of relief.

Hearing the other party complain that he had killed someone, the werewolf hurriedly explained, "That's not me, or in other words, I turned into a werewolf, not the real me. Last time? Last time was an accident, I chained myself, As a result, the lock was not secure."

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