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Chapter 158 The state between life and death is the most perfect

When Solomon Grundy came to earth, he still couldn't understand what had happened to him.

My brain feels like it's rusty and I think very slowly.

In other words, he didn't want to think anymore, and there was an instinct in his body that prompted him to act.

In that strange hall, the man in the mist told himself that he had become one of them.

He is no longer a human being, but a zombie.

wrong!

He, Solomon Grandi, is human!

But when he actually returned to Earth, he realized that this era was terrifyingly strange.

He even saw a black man's face printed on the billboard.

But the people around him turned a blind eye and seemed to take it for granted.

Are some people’s status too high now?

Solomon didn't know where he was now. It might be a small town. After all, there didn't seem to be many people.

He walked aimlessly and came to a garden unknowingly.

This is the largest garden in this town. The smell of plants always attracts him, and he feels that in this garden, there is another smell that he likes equally.

The smell of corpses.

Someone is buried in this garden.

In the garden, there were faint sounds of sobbing.

When I got closer, I saw a little red-haired girl wearing a green sarong, with her back turned to herself, squatting among the flowers and crying.

This little girl has bruises and scars on her body, which are extremely conspicuous on her fair skin.

Solomon stood far away. He felt that in this situation, he should lend a helping hand.

But now, there is no wave in his heart.

What's wrong with crying? People cry every day.

He just stood there blankly until the little girl was tired of crying, raised her head, and saw Solomon standing in the distance.

The little girl's face instantly turned frightened. She instinctively wanted to run away, but suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance.

"Right there, don't let her get away!"

A group of people armed with weapons surrounded us.

Hearing this voice, the girl was at a loss. Her face looked desperate, as if she had already seen the future of being caught.

"You can hide here."

Solomon pointed to the place in the garden where the flowers were the most luxuriant.

“If plants don’t hate you, they’ll protect you.”

After hearing Solomon's suggestion, the little girl was stunned for a moment.

Is this stranger helping me?
The people surrounding her were getting closer and closer, and the little girl had no other choice. She gritted her teeth and could only follow Solomon's advice.

The thin body got into the flowers and quickly disappeared.

The flowers closed automatically and seemed to be helping the little girl cover up her traces.

Those people had arrived at the garden, led by a bald middle-aged man.

He looked around and said fiercely: "Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Solomon stared at the man's face and suddenly said: "Are you her father?"

He could feel that the man and the girl had the same blood.

"who are you?"

The man frowned, "Did you see a girl just now? That's a dangerous monster. She killed her mother!"

Killed his mother...

There was no expression on Solomon's face: "Is the mother you are talking about the one buried here?"

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the ground suddenly opened. A woven bag wrapped in a human-shaped object flew out of the soil and fell in front of the man.

The people around were frightened by this hand, and some people started shouting.

"This is a mutant too!"

The guns in their hands were all pointed at Solomon.

"You and Pamela are in the same group!" The man gritted his teeth, "You are both monsters!"

Pamela, is that the little girl's name?

"I am a human being," Solomon said softly, "not a monster."

"enough!"

The man was furious, "You are all monsters! Kill my wife, my favorite wife..."

By the end, the man's voice was choked with sobs, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble.

His mood swings also infected those around him.

Their eyes showed hatred and fear.

As soon as mutants appeared, human life has been completely changed.

Even for such a little girl, killing someone would be easy.

But this scene did not make Solomon feel anything. He suddenly said: "Didn't you kill your wife yourself?"

"what……"

The man was stunned and speechless.

"That girl does have the gift of plants."

As early as the first time he saw the girl Pamela, Solomon felt the toxins of countless types of plants on the surface of her body.

This level of poison, even a simple contact, can kill an elephant instantly.

But the body on the ground was not poisoned.

Solomon lowered his head. Countless branches spread out from the ground, as if they were alive. He pulled the zipper of the woven bag and opened it with a swish.

A pale female corpse was displayed in front of people's eyes.

The body of this female body was densely covered with bruises, and blood oozed from her mouth and nose.

She was not poisoned but beaten to death.

This woman may have been beautiful in life, but Solomon felt that she was even more beautiful now.

"what!!!"

The man suddenly covered his eyes, "Don't show me this!"

Someone around started talking: "Lies! They are all lies! Mutants are all in a group, and they want to deceive us!"

"Desecrate the corpse, this guy is not a good person!"

"Yes! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

boom--

In the excitement of the crowd, whether by accident or on purpose, someone actually fired.

The bullet hit Solomon's body with a clang and then fell to the ground.

The bullet had been squeezed into thin slices, but Solomon was still unharmed.

Silence, deathly silence.

Everyone looked at Solomon with disbelief in their eyes.

A body that can't even be penetrated by a gun, what else can it be if it's not a monster! ?

"Ugh!"

Solomon ignored these people and turned his head to look in the direction where the little girl was hiding.

"Is there anything else you want to say to your father?"

no answer.

"It seems I have nothing to say."

Solomon slowly turned around and walked towards the garden, ignoring everyone outside.

The man just said: "You..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the man could no longer make any sound.

His skin instantly became dry and wrinkled, losing all vitality, just like the bark of a tree.

Countless branches grew out of his body. His body was twisted, and his flesh and blood turned into a tree trunk. His entire face was horrified, and finally turned into wood and remained on the tree trunk.

In the blink of an eye, this man turned into a twisted and screaming strange tree from the inside out.

Not only him, but everyone present was spared. Their bodies changed at the same time and turned into human-shaped trees.

In an instant, the garden turned into a twisted howling forest.

Solomon came to the flowers where the little girl was hiding.

"You can come out."

After the rustling sound, the little girl stuck her head out.At this time, the girl's face was full of sadness and her eyes were full of tears, looking at the human-shaped tree headed by her and the corpse on the ground.

Although the corpse was extremely pale, it still looked like the face he was most familiar with.

She actually always knew how her mother died.

I also knew that my mother was secretly buried in this garden.

Because this garden is the memory of Mom and Dad.

Every time my father finished beating my mother, he would give her a pot of flowers. Over time, this garden was created.

"mom!"

The girl stumbled towards the woven bag and fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mommy mommy……"

She kept repeating this syllable that humans first learned.

Solomon looked at this scene and found that he still had no emotion in his heart.

The little girl's emotions couldn't move him at all.

Why cry?

Isn't your mother in a good condition now?

"You don't like the way your mother looks now?"

Solomon asked softly, "Why?"

The little girl didn't answer, and Solomon was silent for a moment, feeling that he had figured out the answer.

He stretched out his hand, and a burst of energy was input into the body.

Then the corpse opened its eyes.

The woman sat up stiffly from her woven bag, turned her head mechanically, and looked at the crying girl without saying a word.

The girl's crying stopped abruptly.

She stared at her mother blankly, unable to believe her eyes.

Although I feel something is wrong, but...

This is mom!
She wanted to hug her mother tightly, but the toxins on the surface of her body made her stop her movements.

"Isn't this perfect?"

Solomon suddenly said, "There is no breathing, no heartbeat, neither life nor death. She will not die because of your poison. You can hug her as much as you want."

There is no life form more perfect than this.

No, maybe there is.

Solomon stepped forward and looked at the strange tree that the girl's father had transformed into.

Would such a life form be more perfect?

"who are you?"

The girl knelt on the ground, raised her head, and looked at Solomon with eyes that had not wiped away tears, with complicated emotions.

In a short period of time, she witnessed too many unimaginable things.

But there wasn't much resistance in her heart.

Solomon stretched out his hand and pressed it on the little girl's head. In the blink of an eye, the bruises and scars on the girl's body disappeared.

"My name is Solomon Grundy."

"That's all I have left now," he said.

……

Inside the Holy of Holies.

Lorraine listened to Banner's narration with a solemn expression.

"Do you even feel the power of threat under everything?"

Lorraine murmured to herself, "How could this kind of power appear out of thin air?"

Banner shook his head. If he knew, he wouldn't say that.

He thought of a possibility: "Is it a mutant?"

He was not referring to the group of mutants, but to ask whether there might be a mutant with powers similar to those under all things.

"do not know."

Lorraine shook his head, "There are too many mutants around the world now, and their abilities are unclear. We can only wait until the United Nations General Assembly is over."

The issue discussed at the United Nations General Assembly today is whether to introduce a mutant registration bill.

There is little disagreement on this issue.

Even the American Federation, which talks about freedom and human rights all day long, voted in favor.

"When mutant abilities are registered, maybe we will have a clearer picture."

"It can only be this way."

Banner sighed, feeling worried that things were not that simple.

Can the power of a mutant really threaten this existence beneath all things?
While they were discussing, there was a knock on the door. It was Pietro.

"A guest is here." Pietro said with a blush, "It's sister Natasha."

Natasha...sister?
Lorraine looked at Pietro's hopeless look and felt like he hated iron.

You are only ten years old, what is there to be ashamed of!
Lorraine said helplessly: "I know, I'll come right away."

When they arrived at the reception room, before the door opened, Lorraine heard a cat meow.

Then he saw Bev pushing a blue kitten with a meat ball.

This blue cat is very small, maybe only the size of Lorraine's hand, and should only be a month or two old.

At this time, the kitten was intimidated by Bev's aura and huddled up, letting Bev push it around.

"Where did this cat come from?"

"Meow~"

As soon as Lorraine asked this question, a strange cat appeared on the spot with a bang.

Standing on two feet, wearing a leather jacket, with red hair and stern eyes, he looked very much like a female agent.

This is the person embodied by Bev.

"Natasha brought it?"

Lorraine recognized this image and smiled helplessly, "I didn't expect Miss Natasha to have this hobby."

Opening the door, Natasha was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea, looking a little embarrassed.

Wanda sat next to her and chatted with her.

Just when she saw Natasha for the first time, Lorraine couldn't hold back.

How could it be such a coincidence?

He saw that the power that resided in Natasha was clearly the [Red of All Living Things] that he released yesterday!
After going round and round, the traitor finally returned to him.

"Miss Natasha."

Lorraine sat on the sofa opposite Natasha, frowned and said, "You don't look good now."

"You see it."

Natasha put down the tea, sighed and said, "I have no choice but to come to you for help."

"It's okay, just speak slowly."

After that, Natasha explained in detail what happened to her early this morning.

Lorraine held her chin up and listened very seriously.

"You mean you now have the power of all living things?"

"Yes."

Natasha's pupils suddenly shrank into a thin line and turned into a cat's eyes.

"It seems like someone told me that my cells are engraved with the genes of all living things, and I can also use their abilities. They only need to be activated through contact."

Lorraine nodded, understanding what Natasha meant.

When you touch a cat, you have the power of the cat.

If you touch other animals, you will naturally have the power of other creatures.

wait a minute...

Lorraine suddenly thought, aren't humans also a kind of living thing?

If Natasha touches Wanda, will she also become the Scarlet Witch?

Although she really wanted to test this conjecture, Lorraine still had to ask Natasha what her difficulty was.

"Miss Natasha, now that you know your abilities, what other difficulties do you need my help with?"

"The problem lies in this ability."

Natasha sighed, "I don't want this ability."

(End of this chapter)