Man in Marvel, Host of Venom

Chapter 333, Death of the Weaver Master

"Sorry to trouble you." Chen Lin'an also smiled and took all the food from Cindy Moon's hands and put it on the table as he spoke.

"It's nothing. It's you who have worked hard. I can't help you much." After listening to Chen Lin'an's thanks, Cindy Muen waved her hand and said.

"Don't underestimate yourself like this, little Cindy, you are also very good!" Peter put food in his mouth and gave Cindy Moon a thumbs up and said: "It is very hard to prepare so much food. .”

"You idiot has such a big appetite, so it's hard to prepare. It used to be just you, but now there are two more." Although Venom's mouth was stuffed with chocolate, it did not affect its output at all.

Hearing Venom's taunt, Peter responded unceremoniously: "You are the biggest loser. How dare you blame me? I don't have 10 pizzas, 5 burgers, and a few more in one meal." Big buckets of Coke.”

"Ha! I have money, I can order as much as I want, do you care?" Venom responded with bared teeth.

"As if no one has money, now I am not a poor man." Peter's response was not to be outdone.

Seeing the two of them starting to argue again, Chen Lin'an was also stroking his head and rubbing his temples while eating.

Venom seems to be incompatible with Peter Parker. When they meet, they can't even exchange a few words before starting to quarrel.

In addition to racking his brains to do experiments in the laboratory, he also had to withstand this sudden attack of noise and noise.

Cindy Moon was not as troubled as Chen Lin'an, but she found the noise and noise very interesting and full of life.

When they were concentrating on studying the corpses of the Heir family in the laboratory, trying to decipher the secret of the Heir family's resurrection from the dead.

At this time, in the Heir Family Castle, the remaining seven Heir Family members were standing in the large living room on the first floor of their castle, preparing for a mysterious ceremony.

Soros stood in the most important position, holding a simple short knife in his hand.

The remaining six of them, Morun and the others, stood on the left and right sides of Soros respectively, roughly forming a circle with him.

In the middle of their encirclement, a large net shining with golden light was spread on the ground, and in the middle of the net, the weak master weaver was lying weakly on the ground.

The master weaver is lying in the middle of his web like a golden spider. The long legs extending out of his lower body have lost their previous flexibility and are just hanging powerlessly, unable to change the destiny. Weaving a web.

At this time, he has lost his freedom. He is no longer a god, but a prisoner who inherits the family and is a tool for them to achieve their ambitions.

Thoros held a simple short knife, stared at the weaver master with cold eyes, and then walked towards him step by step.

"Originally, I wanted to keep you, make some changes, and make you a member of the successor family and a tool for us to locate and hunt across parallel universes, but now the plan has changed, and you have to sacrifice your of blood and life.”

After listening to Soros's words, the weak weaving master also raised his upper body, raised his head and looked at him with a smile and said, "I have already expected that such a day would come."

"Although you are murderous now and look scary on the surface, I can feel the fear and uneasiness deep inside you."

Having said this, the weaving master also looked around, looked at Morun and the others around him, and then continued: "You are the same, the fear and uneasiness deep in your hearts are about to overflow, hahaha." "The one with white hair Where did my little girl go? I think she will never be resurrected, right? Ha! The end of the successor family is coming, no wonder you are so scared, hahaha!"

"Come on, kill me. My death will not have any impact on your outcome. You will eventually perish and die in his hands."

After hearing the words of the master editor, Thoros's face became even more ugly. He tightened his grip on the short knife and stabbed the master weaver's chest with one blow.

"Since you control the web of life and destiny, and can even see the future, why didn't you see your own fate in advance!" Thoros gritted his teeth and looked at the weaver master and said viciously.

After saying that, he turned the short knife again, stirring it fiercely in the chest of the master weaver.

Golden-red blood spurted out from the damaged spot on the master weaver's chest. At the same time, as he continued to cough, golden-red blood also overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Although Thoros inserted a short knife into his chest and shattered his heart, the master weaver still seemed not to feel any pain. He calmly raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled: "Who told you that I didn't see it? I have already seen what happened to me and I have accepted it.”

"Because I see that my death will not only not help the successor family, but will intensify the demise of the successor family."

Having said this, the smile on Master Weaver's face became even brighter. Although his vitality was rapidly draining away, his face remained peaceful.

"It won't be long before you understand what I mean."

After saying this last sentence, the weaving master also lost his breath. He just looked at Soros with a smile and a little ridicule in his eyes.

"Damn!"

The Weaver Master's words made Thoros very angry. While roaring angrily, he swung the short knife and chopped off the Weaver Master's head.

Golden-red blood continued to flow from the heel and damaged chest of the master weaver, gradually dyeing the golden web of life and destiny spread on the ground into golden-red.

After venting his anger, Soros stepped on the golden-red blood and returned to the position where he just stood.

"Don't be affected by his words. This damn old guy can see through part of the future, so he is best at pretending to be a ghost."

"If we truly believed what he said, then we would have truly lost."

Thoros said while looking at his sons.

He knew that Bora's death had brought a huge shock to them, but he still hoped that they could use courage to dispel the fear in their hearts, become true members of the successor family, and not let fear affect their fighting spirit.

Seeing Morun and the others nodding solemnly in response to him, Thoros also nodded with satisfaction, then raised the ancient short knife and slashed his wrist.

Some gray blood gushes out from the wound on Soros's wrist, drips to the ground, and merges into the golden-red blood.

(End of this chapter)