Chapter 4229: Spirit Possession (17)

Peter looked at the surrounding environment in shock. It was already close to evening when they went to the cemetery; how did it suddenly change to daytime? Was he hallucinating?

The era in which Spider-Man Noir lived was relatively early; at that time, there were no very advanced electronic games, and the imagination of some science fiction novels was also relatively limited. Although after coming into contact with the multiverse, he had learned modern knowledge as much as possible, he still didn't have as rich associative ability as people in the information explosion era. He only felt that this might be a deathbed vision before he fainted from excessive blood loss. He had had this experience before.

Research has proven that the experience of fainting from excessive blood loss is different from other times, and it is called the "moment closest to death." Many people also have deathbed visions at such times, which are just a short moment, but feel like a very, very long time has passed.

But soon, Peter overturned this speculation of his, because this deathbed vision was too real; it didn't look like a dream at all. He pinched himself and found it very painful; he jumped on the spot, and his control over his body was no different from the real world.

He touched his forehead again and was surprised to find that the wound was gone. And just at this moment, a person walked over on the road and looked at him with some concern, saying: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah, nothing. I just... may I ask where this is?"

"Here? This is Big Creek Town. Are you a tourist? You aren't lost, are you? Otherwise, get in my car, and I'll take you for a tour of the valley?"

"No, no need." Peter shook his head and said, "I'm just a bit dizzy."

"Oh, my god, you must be exhausted from traveling all night, right?"

Peter felt a bit strange. For one thing, this person was a bit too enthusiastic; this was not the folk custom of the inland states of the United States. The inland states of the United States are very xenophobic; even if he is white, as long as he is a stranger with a new face, he will be looked at with hostile eyes. It has been like this for many years and has never changed.

Another thing is that the other party's questioning had a certain inductive nature, saying he was a tourist one moment and that he was exhausted from traveling all night the next. This kind of questioning that assumes the identity and behavior of others is clearly something used by trained people.

Spider-Man Noir himself is an agent; how could he not be clear about this set? If someone is really in a state of unclear consciousness, if you ask like this, he might follow this line of thinking, and then he will fall into your trap.

And for some reason, after entering here, Peter felt a bit weak. Moreover, the surrounding things became faster. When the other party reached out to stop him, he didn't even react in time.

A kind of empty emotion churned in his heart, which made Peter's mood drop all the way, and he even felt somewhat depressed. He took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions, but it didn't help much.

"Are you okay?" that person asked again. "My house is nearby; do you want to go sit for a while?"

Peter nodded. He wasn't fooled; he just wanted to see what this guy was trying to do, and what was strange about this strange world.

This person's house was indeed very close, just across the street, and it was a very new blue house. Walking into the living room, the furniture was also brand new, and it was cleaned very cleanly, almost spotless.

Peter sat there and tried hard to adjust his state. At this time, the other party brought him a cup of hot water. Peter glanced at the water cup; it was boiled tap water again. Very well, it seems this is also Mormon territory.

Peter took a sip of water. He knew this water might be problematic, but he still tasted a sip, just a small sip. But he discovered that he was much more spirited. Could this be a colorless and odorless tea?

So he drank two more sips in succession, but this cup wasn't big, and it was finished in two sips. Peter wanted another cup, but didn't know how to open his mouth, so he could only sigh.

"I have fruit juice here; do you want a cup?" that person asked again.

Peter nodded hurriedly. No matter what this guy added to the water, it really had some effect on dealing with his abnormal state. Soon that person brought over another cup of fruit juice, which looked like freshly squeezed orange juice and tasted a bit sour. But Peter took a sip and found it was a bit better again.

"Speaking of which, I'm a bit hungry, but it's not mealtime now. May I ask if you have milk? Can you get me a cup of hot milk?"

That person froze for a moment, but still walked to the refrigerator, took out milk, poured a cup, heated it, and handed it to Peter.

After drinking it, Peter recovered some more. He racked his brains to think about what other drinks he could ask for, but this wasn't a bar after all, and he couldn't be like a drunkard here, which would be too strange.

Fortunately, after these few drinks, Peter's spirit had at least recovered more than half. He took a deep breath and then said: "Thank you so much, I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Familo, you can also call me Famen. I am the pastor of this town; I just came back from prayer and saw you standing on the side of the road shaking your head. Are you really okay?"

Peter shook his head and said: "You are right, I'm just lost. But do tourists often come to your town?"

"Of course, our small town is one of the most famous attractions in Utah, and tens of thousands of tourists visit every year. You must also be here to see the waterfall, right?"

"Oh, yes, I am exactly here to see the waterfall."

"Then shall I take you for a tour? The road over there is indeed not easy to walk; I'm afraid you'll get lost again."

"Better not," Peter hesitated. Because his state hadn't fully recovered, he still felt somewhat weak, and his mood was slightly depressed. He felt it must be the ghost of this strange world; now was not the time for any exploration activities, and it was best to rest.

"Is there a hotel here?" Peter asked.

Familo shook his head and said: "It's peak season now, the hotel is already fully booked. However, I have a guest room at home; if you don't mind, you can stay there."

"No problem," Peter said, "I'm really tired, I urgently need a bed to rest."

"Follow me." Familo took him to the guest room next door. Peter lay directly on the bed and soon fell asleep.

But when he woke up again, what he saw was not the man who called himself Familo, but a familiar face.

"Dr. Schiller?"

"I am not a doctor." The other party sat by the bed and then said, "Do you feel anything uncomfortable?"

"Indeed very uncomfortable." Peter briefly described his feelings and then said, "I feel that there must be some curse in this place, even more powerful than outside; I am so uncomfortable that I'm dying."

"I see," Peter heard the other party say, "If you are very uncomfortable, drink more water, take deep breaths, and do it a few times and it will be fine. I came here to tell you that he has already discovered you, and you must go back as soon as possible."

"What do you mean?"

Before Peter could hear the answer, there was a knock on the door. Peter turned his head to look at the door, and then discovered that the figure from before had already climbed out the window and left.

Peter immediately inferred more clues from his words. Now this world was indeed fake, and it should be a trick played by the evil spirit. It's just, what does "he has already discovered you" mean, and I must go back as soon as possible?

Peter didn't like people who only said half of what they meant, but there was no way when interrupted. Compared to Schiller, he trusted the ordinary people in this world even less, especially this pastor named Familo. He really wasn't a very clever person; he almost had "I have a problem" written on his face.

When Familo walked in, he was carrying a plate of food, which was Caesar salad. Peter didn't feel hungry, but thinking of the extra effects of the food he provided before, Peter picked it up and started eating.

After eating, he was much better, almost recovered to his peak state. So he said: "Thank you so much, I'm much better. What time is it now?"

"It's already afternoon, do you want to continue resting?"

"No need, let's go see the waterfall."

So this man named Familo took him to the waterfall next to the small town. It was indeed very beautiful, and the water vapor sparkled in the sunlight. Remembering Schiller's instructions before, and coupled with the fact that the air here was indeed fresh, Peter couldn't help but breathe a few more times.

Familo looked at his movements, showed a smile, and then said: "The air here is indeed good, right? You look like someone from a big city; the air there is not as good as our small town."

"Indeed, the air in New York is not very good." Peter followed his words and then walked to the other side of the lake, looking at the fish in the lake, and then said, "There are quite a lot of fish here; do you know how to fish?"

"Sorry, hunting fish here is not allowed," Familo said, "However, we are the water source for a quite large mineral water company here; you can bring some water back."

Peter was also a bit tempted. After all, the water provided by the other party couldn't always be drunk; although the water in the wild wasn't very clean, it could be made do. But listening to what Familo meant, the water here should also be problematic. But Peter insisted on bringing back a bottle to see what was going on.

Familo gave him a mineral water bottle. Peter filled a bottle of water, drank two sips, and then discovered that the strength of this water was even greater; he had completely recovered to his peak period.

Peter couldn't help it and drank two more sips. And just as he was drinking water and walking down the mountain, he subconsciously turned to the side and looked back; with a "whoosh," an arrow flew past his nose, but he caught it directly with his hand.

Peter opened his eyes wide in shock and looked back at the lake. He wasn't looking at who shot him, but he suddenly realized that this was his Spider-Sense!

Before, he felt that he had recovered to his peak period, referring to the version without superpowers, that is, the ordinary version of Peter Parker limited by the Battleworld system—only having the strength and reaction ability of an ordinary person, at best, attributes like flexibility and balance accompanying physical data were relatively good, and others couldn't compare to Spider-Man at all.

Although Spider-Man Noir wasn't the stronger kind among Spider-Men, his strength intensity wasn't high, which was why he needed firearms to assist, but he was much stronger than an ordinary person. Especially his Spider-Sense; just this one ability alone could rank in the forefront among Spider-Men. Originally, it had been completely shaved off in this dungeon.

But now, he felt that his sensing ability had partially recovered; although it was still not the complete version, it was already much stronger than an ordinary person. And this was very likely caused by the two sips of lake water he drank.

And Familo next to him already had an expression of having seen a ghost. Peter immediately reacted and pretended to be looking at the direction from which the arrow was shot. He said: "Damn it, this is murder! Who is there?!"

After saying that, he chased in that direction. And this person named Familo simply couldn't stop him.

As soon as Peter started running, he felt that he might have really recovered a bit of ability. With the assistance of sensing power, no obstacle was a problem, and his agility and speed were also more than doubled compared to before. If he had had this reaction ability before, it would have been impossible for a mere car accident to injure him.

Just because he caught the arrow and chased after it without any hesitation, the guy who shot the arrow simply didn't have time to run far. Peter caught up to the top of the waterfall in two or three steps and saw the other party sneaking out at once.

"Stop!" Peter shouted. He reached out to touch his waist and discovered that his gun had actually been brought in. He pulled out his gun, aimed, and fired without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang bang!" ===== CHAPTER 4230 =====