The Juggernaut in the comic world

Chapter 12 Tears of Ghosts and Gods (Seeking investment, asking for recommendation)
The gunfire smoke filled the surroundings, and Mark's figure quickly disappeared into the smoke.

"Whoosh!"

With a soft sound, Mark's figure appeared from the back of a building wreckage. He slowly put Joe down, and then couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Ugh!"

Mark quickly realized the changes in his body, and subconsciously hugged his head with his hands, clenching his teeth. He didn't want to become a walking dead who only knew bloodthirsty, and he was trying his best to prevent his body from being completely ghostly. process of transformation.

but……

There is no way!

Whenever Mark's consciousness has a tendency to suppress ghosts and gods, different opinions will appear in his mind.

The hospital collapsed, Lena died, Kureya, Eun... and their daughter, Ashie who liked to chase after her and naively asked her uncle to buy candy.

Joe's condition is also extremely dangerous, his breathing has been so weak that it is half as dry as a lamp.

Peter was taken, Meredith's only child.

Yondu's Marauder ship is still tilting its guns wildly, and it will fall into his hiding place at any time.

Now as long as the obedient choice is completely ghostly, all of this can be resolved, Joe and Lena can be avenged, and Peter can be saved...

"Is it ghostly?"

Mark's hands holding his head suddenly lost strength, and his body was startled. The crimson light quickly covered his right eye, and a whisper came out of his mouth: "If it's possible, then it's not..."

"mark……"

Just when the brilliance in Mark's eyes was gradually replaced by bloodlust, an extremely weak voice came from the ground.

Although the voice was not loud, to Mark, it was like a lantern in the dark.

There was a trace of clarity in Mark's eyes again, and he followed the source of the sound in a daze.

It's Joe!

Joe weakly opened his eyes, looked at the monster in front of him, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he raised his hand, caressed the monster's cheek with great effort, and shouted softly, "Mark..."

Mark subconsciously turned his head away. He knew what he looked like now, and he felt a little conflicted in his heart, and he didn't want Joe to see what he looked like.

"cough!"

"Cough cough!"

Those two words crippled Boss Qiao's strength, and the blood blocked his throat again, and he couldn't help coughing out.

"Joe!"

Mark turned his head back nervously, his eyes full of worry.

"call!"

Joe gasped for breath.

"mark……"

Joe opened his mouth, his eyes full of heartache: "You are still my Mark, right?"

This sentence instantly dissipated the crimson in Mark's eyes, and the pupils as pure as the sky appeared again.

There was more joy in Joe's eyes. He looked into Mark's eyes and said with difficulty: "I don't know what made my horse...Mark become like this in the first place, but...but I know it's me Mark."

"Ok!"

Tears began to flow down the eyes, Mark nodded heavily, and whispered: "I have always been your Mark."

Joe looked up at the sky, and said again: "Peter..."

Hearing Peter, Mark's eyes flashed red, and he clenched his fists and said, "I will bring Peter back."

"Do not."

Joe shook his head and said, "No need."

As he said that, Joe withdrew his eyes from the sky. He stared at Mark's eyes very seriously, and grabbed the ghost hand without fear, and said seriously: "Promise me, leave Peter alone, today I will Already lost a lot, and now I don't want my Mark to lose either..."

"cough!"

"Cough cough!"

Looking at Qiaoqiao who was coughing again, Mark persuaded with a worried face: "Stop talking, hold on, the doctor will be here soon."

"call!"

After coughing, Joe became even weaker. He seemed to have lost the strength to continue speaking, but his hand was still firmly grasping Mark's left hand, and his eyes did not back away. He opened his mouth, and his silent throat seemed to be Say, "Promise me!"

Seeing Joe like this, Mark's eye sockets were slightly itchy, and he raised his head reflexively, as if trying to stop something.

But the tears were not so easy to stop, they finally trickled down from the corners of Mark's eyes.

As the tears fell, the chilly aura around Mark's body disappeared in an instant, and the bone blades derived from the joints were also retracted. The dark red skin gradually faded away, and finally gathered on the left arm again.

Mark's body returned to its original state.

There was a smile on Joe's face, and the hand holding Mark's left hand gained three points of strength, and the remaining strength in his body also burst out at this time, and the silent throat murmured more.

"I want my Mark to live well...happy...to live..."

"and also……"

"protect yourself……"

In a burst of urging, Joe let go of his hand, and his breath disappeared into the world, but those colorless eyes still fell on Mark with worry.

"Joe!"

Mark suppressed his emotions, and poured Joe into his arms firmly.

At some point, the sound of artillery fire outside stopped, and the bodies of the marauders slaughtered by Mark were gathered up by Yongdu's men.

The spaceship also disappeared into the night sky, and Yondu didn't check it. Perhaps he felt that Mark had already been turned into fly ash under such fierce artillery fire.

Apart from the park that had been plowed by artillery fire, all that remained was the remains of the collapsed hospital building...

And behind the wreckage, Mark holding Joe's body.

"Beep beep!"

"Wow~"

The sound of the police bell and the sound of an ambulance, two sounds intertwined, came from all around.

Mark came back to his senses in a daze. He looked at the cold Joe in his arms, and then gently put him on the ground, then got up and walked into the depths of the night.

……

Three days later, the churchyard.

The sky was gloomy, and it was raining here and there. The atmosphere in the venue was heavy. The people standing here were basically the survivors after the collapse of the inpatient building and the families of those who died.

Mark was also standing among them. He was holding an umbrella and wearing a black suit, with a bandage-wrapped hand protruding from the sleeve.

Holding this hand is a tearful little girl.

She is Ashe.

Police rescue teams pulled her from the wreckage three days ago.

At that time, Ashe was hugged and protected by Cureya and Eun in the center. Although the falling building wreckage broke the backs of the two, they did not fall down, and they still protected the child at the last moment of their lives.

(End of this chapter)