I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 134 Secret Meeting
"Alright, alright, that's enough, let's go take a break."

In the bar, Anna saw Parker dancing higher and higher, gradually letting himself go. A hint of worry flashed in her eyes. She was a little worried that it would affect the party later.

Taking advantage of the break between music changes, she hurried forward and pulled Parker off the dance floor amid the cheers and applause of the crowd.

Sitting in the chair, Parker's face still showed the excitement from before, the sweat beads on his forehead sparkled under the light, he was panting, his eyes flickering with excitement.

"I didn't expect that dancing could be so much fun." Parker's voice was a little hoarse, but he couldn't hide his inner surprise.

Anna rolled her eyes at him, with a hint of joking and seriousness: "I thought you had become a different person, completely different from the low-key you before. This you is the real you, right?"

Parker was stunned, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, he looked down at the wine glass in his hand, as if thinking about Anna's words.

After a moment, he raised the glass and took a sip. The bitter liquid slid down his throat, bringing a hint of cold sobriety.

"Is this the real me? Maybe." He murmured to himself, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Anna looked at him and felt pity in her heart. She knew that Parker had many unknown emotions and stories hidden deep in his heart.

She reached out and gently patted Parker's shoulder, trying to give him some comfort and support.

Her fingers were warm and firm, as if she wanted to convey endless power through this simple touch.

"It's okay, Parker."

Anna's voice was gentle but firm: "Under the care of the great gods, we can all live as our true selves."

Listening to Anna's slightly fanatical words, Parker's eyebrows couldn't help but jump. He raised his head and took another sip of wine, trying to use alcohol to cover up the fluctuations in his heart.

The wine burned his throat, but it couldn't take away the worry and uneasiness in his eyes.

He glanced at Anna secretly, feeling mixed emotions.

Anna's eyes sparkled with a fanatical light, which was a devout belief in the gods.

Parker knew that between the gods and him, Anna would choose the gods without hesitation.

This discovery was like a sharp knife, deeply hurting his heart and making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Parker couldn't help but clench his fists, he wanted more.

After a while, Anna leaned over and whispered in Parker's ear, "It's time, follow me."

Parker took a deep breath, trying to put aside the messy thoughts in his mind, nodded, stood up, followed Anna, left his seat, and walked towards the private room in the bar.

Soon, they arrived at a private room with the house number 436.

Anna looked around vigilantly to make sure no one noticed them, then took out a key from her handbag and opened the door lightly.

After entering the private room, Parker closed the door and quickly glanced around.

The decoration of the private room was simple and ordinary, with a few bland paintings hanging on the walls and a long sofa in the corner.

The whole room was empty and seemed a bit deserted, not at all like a place for a gathering.

Before he could even utter his doubts, Anna had already quickly walked to the side of the room and pushed the sofa open.

Parker was surprised to find that there was a secret passage hidden under the sofa. The dark entrance seemed to be calling them.

Anna looked back at Parker and curled her lips: "Let's go, the real party place is downstairs."

A feeling of nervousness and anticipation intertwined in Parker's heart. He took a deep breath, nodded, and followed Anna into the unknown secret passage. The air in the secret passage was surprisingly fresh, without a trace of peculiar smell.

Although the dim light above my head is weak, it is enough to illuminate the way ahead.

Parker followed behind Anna, moving forward cautiously, his footsteps echoing in the silent corridor, as if every step was striking at their heartstrings.

After walking about one or two hundred meters, an ancient wooden door appeared in front of them.

Parker took a deep breath and watched Anna push the door open. The scene in front of him made him widen his eyes.

It was a secret room that was twice as big as the previous private room and was surprisingly spacious.

The lights in the secret room were dim, as if shrouded in a mysterious shadow.

Parker squinted his eyes, trying to adapt to the dim environment. He vaguely saw a round table in the middle of the secret room, with several chairs randomly placed around the table.

There were several doors in the wall, opposite the one they had just entered.

The most eye-catching thing was the four people who were already sitting on the chairs.

Parker's eyes were involuntarily drawn to one of the thin old men.

The old man's eyes were still bright in the dim environment, as if he could see through everything.

Parker's heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable sense of alertness surged in his mind. He could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat accelerating. The old man gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, like a lurking beast that might pounce on its prey at any time.

He calmly adjusted his breathing and tried to calm himself down.

Parker clenched his fists lightly, feeling the slight pain from his fingertips, which made him feel a little more at ease.

"Good evening, Priest Hansen."

Under Parker's gaze, Anna walked up to the old man.

Her movements were graceful and firm, and she drew a circle in the air with her hands, making a peculiar gesture.

Then she knelt on one knee and lowered her head, as if paying homage to some mysterious power.

Priest Hansen smiled slightly and slowly placed his right hand on top of Anna's head, but his eyes passed over her and fell on Parker.

There was an elusive depth and insight in that look, as if it could see through people's hearts.

"Little Anna."

His voice was low and gentle, with an unquestionable sense of authority: "It seems that you have brought us good news. Our Chaos Cult will have another like-minded companion."

Parker felt a chill running down his spine, but he forced himself to calm down and said in a calm tone, "No, I haven't said I want to join your Chaos Cult. I just came to take a look and ask some questions."

Priest Hansen chuckled, and that chuckle was like the night wind blowing through the leaves, with a hint of mystery and temptation. He slowly said: "It doesn't matter. Everyone has confusion in their hearts. My duty is to dispel the confusion in your hearts. Then, you will find out how right it is to join the Church of God."

Parker's heartbeat quickened. He could feel Priest Hansen's gaze like an invisible hand, trying to pry open the defenses in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying not to be swallowed by the strange atmosphere.

Anna was still kneeling on the ground like a statue, with a pious glow on her face.

Parker suddenly realized that this was not just a simple ceremony, but a declaration of faith and a spiritual belonging.

(End of this chapter)