Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 195 I have done this bowl of poisonous chicken soup

New York, Queens.

"surprise!"

Peter Parker opened the door wearily. Aunt May, Mary Jane, and Harry Osborn surrounded a cake and shouted to him who entered the door.

"What is this for?"

Peter asked a little confused.

Aunt Mei smiled and said, "Peter, today is your birthday!"

"Oh……"

Only then did Peter suddenly realize.

Mary Jane looked at the spare tire who had the same appearance, but her temperament changed drastically. Thinking that she would be rejected by the spare tire, she couldn't help adding with a complicated expression: "You are always absent-minded, aren't you, Peter?"

"Hi, Mary Jane."

"hi!"

"Hey! Dude!"

"hey!"

After greeting Mary Jane and Harry, Peter was about to say something when Mary Jane said with some resentment, "Long time no see..."

Peter was taken aback. He kept switching between Spider-Man, part-time worker, and student every day. Time passed quickly, and it was very difficult to even balance the three. He didn't have the time to pay attention to other things, so he could only chat awkwardly. .

"So how was the show? I heard the reviews were good."

"It went well and went well."

"She's amazing!"

ex-boyfriend Harry exclaimed.

Mary Jane pretended not to care and said, "Harry also sent me roses..."

Peter's face suddenly changed. Although he counterattacked to the limit for the safety of the goddess when the goddess confessed to him, and rejected the goddess' confession backhandedly, he still cared about her in his heart. At this moment, seeing Mary Jane and his good brother haha With signs of Li compounding, his head suddenly felt a little heavy.

Harry stared at Peter, and asked with a strange smile: "What are you doing these days? Why don't you return my calls?"

"I'm pretty busy these days."

"Busy taking pictures of that bug? How about that bug?"

Harry sneered.

He knew his father's true identity, not only towards Owen, but also Spider-Man, he also developed a great hatred. When he saw his best friend, he not only refused to help him, but also kept taking pictures of Spider-Man. How he felt FK!

If it wasn't for his self-cultivation, and the friendship between the two is really deep, I'm afraid they would have become strangers long ago.

"Today is a good day, so don't talk about these unhappy things, let's all go eat something now."

Aunt Mei hastily interrupted.

After this interruption, Harry adjusted his mood in time, and stopped asking about the thorn in his heart.

Peter asked concerned: "How is Osborne Industries doing recently?"

"Very good, we have recently made a new breakthrough in nuclear fusion."

Seeing his recent pride being mentioned, Harry's mood improved a lot, and his smile became more sincere: "We are sponsoring your idol now—Dr. Autotuweis."

"The thesis I'm writing is about him."

Peter said with some surprise.

As a scumbag who dropped out of school, Harry Osborn admired the expression of the top student Peter, and said with a reserved smile, "Do you want to see him?"

"Can you introduce me?"

Peter was very polite, looking at Harry expectantly.

Gathering the resentment of no math scum and the joy of counterattacking a top student, the smile on the corner of Harry's mouth became even brighter: "Of course! He can make Osborne Industries famous, even surpassing my father's achievements!"

After the birthday was over, Harry and Mary Jane left first. Peter helped pack up and was ready to leave. He had already enrolled in Empire State University in New York and rented a house in the city.

"Here, boy, happy birthday! You need it more than I do."

Aunt May took out a $20 bill and stuffed it into Peter's hand.

"No, I can't take that."

Although Peter was extremely short of money, he also knew that Aunt Mei was having a hard time, so how could he be willing to take the money.

Aunt Mei firmly held Peter's hand, and raised her voice: "You can, you must accept the money! Besides, it's not much, so accept it quickly! You are not allowed to keep it secretly!"

After speaking, the voice choked up.

Having money does not necessarily mean happiness, but not having money will definitely not make you happy. Poverty not only limits the imagination of the poor, but also limits too many things...

Clutching the 20-dollar bill stuffed by his aunt Mei, Peter left with infinite sadness. The identity of Spider-Man consumed too much time and energy for him, and even his part-time job and studies were interrupted irregularly. The incident was messed up.

Penniless and owed rent to the landlord, he tiptoed back to the old rental house. Even with his skills, he still couldn't avoid the landlord who was staring at him. The 20 dollar bills in his pocket were grabbed by the landlord snatched away.

This is the daily life of the superhero Spider-Man...

Peter's mind moved, and the spider sensed a keen gaze. He looked up and saw the figure on the opposite building at a glance. It was far beyond human vision. Even at night, he clearly recognized it. come.

"dark Knight?"

Owen was patrolling New York, passed by here, and found Peter, so he stopped to look, and watched the scene where Peter was speechless by the landlord. Thinking that this is just the normal state of Peter's life, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: " It’s too hard. As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, and the dicks rely on mutations. The mutated dick heroes are not as good as ordinary dicks. This is really a bowl of poisonous chicken soup for dicks..."

Peter jumped to the top of the opposite building, and asked nervously, "Dark Knight, what do you want from me?"

Owen shook his head and said, "I'm just passing by, but Spiderman, you've had a hard time, it's really not good."

Peter asked confusedly, "What did you say?"

Owen explained the reasoning with a smile, and concluded: "If you really analyze your legendary inspirational story, it will definitely make countless people despair."

"..."

Peter was left speechless by these words, he really wanted to refute, but he himself just persisted, and he didn't know when he would collapse.

Using your superpowers to make money, buy cars, and be a goddess, and occasionally do good deeds and show off, this is the life of a young superhuman.

Unfortunately, his dream was punctured by Ben Parker's death, and now he can only bear the famous saying of his uncle Ben: "With great power, comes great responsibility", and weary to move forward.

I have to say that Uncle Ben is really a nephew.

"How about it, do you need my help?"

Owen laughed.

"help?"

Peter gave Owen a strange look.

Owen nodded and said: "Your Spider-Man identity has great conflicts with part-time jobs and studies. I can help you remove one identity and save you a lot of time, so that you can relax a bit, and maybe you still have time to spend with your goddess. Mary Jane, have a good relationship."

"Why help me?"

Peter didn't understand.

The two didn't have any friendship, and there was a conflict when they met for the first time. He didn't understand why Owen did this.

"An upright and kind person may seem a little silly, but that doesn't prevent most people from wanting to be friends with such a person."

Owen sighed.

Although the atmosphere of the first meeting was a bit unfriendly, he has a very good impression of this version of Spider-Man, and he really wants to help Peter Parker.

"Thank you, but no need, I can handle it myself."

Peter refused.

"why?"

Owen raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you lack a job?"

"I have a job."

Peter laughed.

"Well, taking pictures of yourself, enduring the spoof and slander of the newspaper boss, and earning a meager income, is this really what you want?"

Owen shook his head.

Peter was taken aback: "You know this too?"

"Not only do I know, as long as you continue to do this, Spider-Man's enemies will soon know, and they will follow Peter Parker's identity to track down Spider-Man's identity. In order to protect your goddess, you reluctantly rejected her confession , would become meaningless."

Owen reminded.

Peter's face turned pale, and he muttered to himself, "I actually forgot this, damn it."

"It's not that you forgot."

Owen shook his head and said, "You are forced by life, and you have to do it. Apart from this part-time job that can be merged with your Spider-Man identity, do you have any other options?"

"..."

Peter remained silent. He had indeed changed countless jobs and was fired again and again. Taking pictures of himself was the most suitable job for him.

"How? Are you still interested in hearing my thoughts?"

Owen interrupted Peter's thoughts with a loud voice.

"Please say……"

Peter struggled for a moment, and the words of his mouth changed.

Owen smiled and said, "I don't know if you've heard of the Night Sect?"

"Dark Night Religion? The religion Super Killer created for you?"

There was an ominous feeling in Peter's heart, and he opened his mouth to refuse: "I'm sorry..."

"Don't refuse yet."

Owen interrupted Peter and explained: "Super Killer is just for fun, but it gave me a little inspiration. If you are willing to join the Dark Night God Cult and become a night guardian, I can help you relieve all worries. You You will no longer need to worry about money, the safety of your family will be more secure, and you will even have enough time to spend time with your goddess, which is much better than your current life."

"Night Guardian?"

Peter instinctively rejected it, but when he heard the benefits mentioned by Owen, he was a little moved, and asked hesitantly, "What does this night guardian need to do?"

"you do not need to worry."

Owen understood Peter's thoughts, waved his hands and said with a smile: "You just need to join and admit your identity as the Guardian of the Night. The rest of the things are exactly the same as usual. You don't need to make any changes, and you don't even need to obey anyone's orders."

"Doesn't take orders from anyone, including you?"

Peter asked.

Owen affirmed: "Including me!"

Peter frowned and said, "Then what are you trying to figure out?"

Owen looked up at the vast starry sky, and smiled with his hands behind his back: "There are many crises in this world, and people like us need to deal with them. Believe it or not, I am actually a good person..."

Peter looked at Owen who was in a pretentious state, and the corners of his mouth twitched. For a while, he thought of Owen's cold heart when they met for the first time, and for a while, he thought of the news about Owen that he had read before. I don't know which one is the real Irving.

Owen pretended to be aggressive for a while, and when he saw that Peter was not on the road, he coughed lightly and said, "What I want to say is that I did this for the sake of this world. A superhero like you can only free himself from the shackles of the world. More time and energy to help those in need.”

Peter was silent for a moment, hesitantly said: "But why do you want to join the Dark Night God Cult and be the Guardian of the Night?"

The corner of Owen's mouth curled up: "Of course you don't have to join, it's just that you don't have this name, are you willing to accept my help?"

"..."

Seeing Peter shaking his head, Owen continued: "That's it. The Night Guardians are a group. It's right for groups to help each other. We usually don't interfere with each other's lives. Only when the world is facing a huge crisis or there are troubles that cannot be solved Is it not good to invite other night guardians to help you when you have time, and these are all voluntary?"

Peter was a little moved, but he still asked, "But you killed too much..."

"Seek common ground while reserving differences."

Owen said indifferently: "Although we act in different styles, it is undeniable that our ultimate goal is the same, that is to maintain the safety of the people and the peace of the world. As long as this big goal remains unchanged, why bother with the details? Care? You don't interfere with me, and I don't interfere with you either."

"I, I need to think about it."

Peter said with difficulty, in fact he had already been persuaded, but he still couldn't pass a hurdle in his heart.

"Of course, everything is voluntary. We welcome you to join and accept your departure at any time. This is a free and loose alliance, and you don't have to bear any pressure."

Owen smiled and said, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first. You are welcome to contact me at any time."

After reporting a number, wings of true energy appeared behind Owen's back. Peter was stunned, and the wings disappeared.

New York skies.

Owen flew casually, thinking about what happened just now. The reason why he invited Spider-Man to join was because he suddenly thought that maybe he could try to open up another way to harvest merit and luck.

Although Minty was just playing around, he finally gained fame. According to a certain novel I read in the first life, the big players who harvest merit and luck are all kinds of religions, among which the Paradise of Elysium and Heaven are the most important.

Owen originally only wanted to help this hard-working Spider-Man, but after thinking about it, he thought of it. With the attitude of trying it out, he took the action just now.

"With Spider-Man's great fortune, if he can use the name of the Guardian of the Night to get a piece of the pie, it will definitely not be slower than my painstaking efforts to fight criminals. You must know that Spider-Man is not only popular, but also a model worker... ..."

Owen thought of the wonderful point, and laughed unconsciously.

Marcus' home.

"Minty, Minty..."

When Marcus returned home, Minty was nowhere to be seen, and there were signs of a fight in the room. He couldn't help shouting anxiously. When he checked the entire room, he found a 'kidnapping letter'. When he opened it, his expression suddenly changed. Even darker, he gritted his teeth and said, "The Dark Knight, it's the Dark Knight again..."

Grabbing his suit, Marcus rushed to the police station, retrieved the surveillance video near his home, and after careful inspection, he saw that Mindy was taken away by a group of well-trained masked men who clearly had traces of military agents. Feeling even heavier, he gave up his plan to use his police connections to rescue Mindy, picked up the number given in the kidnapping letter, and dialed it.

"Hey?"

"The Dark Knight? Minty's been captured..."

Over New York, Owen was suspended there. After taking out his mobile phone to connect, he heard the news, his face turned cold, and he sneered, "You're looking for death!"

(End of this chapter)