Marvel's Cultivator

The tranquility of the night was gradually broken, and dozens of staff members in the temporary research institute had experienced abnormalities of varying degrees, and the research had to be temporarily suspended.

And the whole New York City is not peaceful now, some people are awakened by the nightmare, some people are trapped in the dream and cannot get out.

The local 911 emergency center has received no less than [-] calls in the nearly five hours from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am.

Although no one has linked these more than ten calls together for the time being, if they are left alone, the number of incidents will increase rapidly, and there will inevitably be an uproar in a large area, and the chaos and damage caused by that time will be difficult to estimate.

Perhaps the people in the nightmare never expected that because of that little curiosity, they would be haunted by resentment, and their thinking would be trapped in a spiritual net woven by black.

Disasters, nightmares, death, these weaknesses in thinking are stung by resentment, which may leave an indelible shadow in the hearts of many people.

"No! Uncle Ben!" Peter Parker was awakened by the nightmare.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar ceiling of the room, the quilt on his body was lifted, his chest heaved violently, and his ears were filled with the sound of pounding heartbeat and nasal breathing.

Sitting up, looking at the familiar layout in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression gradually eased.

Boom...boom, hurried footsteps sounded, and Uncle Ben and Aunt May, who heard Peter Parker's shout, hurried over to check the situation. Ben Parker took out the spare key, quickly unlocked the door, and pushed open the door , and saw Peter sitting on the bed.

"What's the matter? Peter?" Ben Parker looked at Peter and asked with concern.

"Are you okay?" Aunt Mei felt that Peter's complexion was not good, and asked worriedly.

Since their younger brother's family entrusted Peter to their own family, the two of them have treated Peter as their own son, hoping that he can grow up safely and healthily, find a good job in the future, and become an excellent person.

"I'm fine, Uncle Ben and Aunt May. It's just a bad dream." Peter stretched out his right hand to touch his hair, hesitantly explained that the content of the dream was so terrible that he didn't dare to say it clearly.

"Really, do you need me to accompany you?" Ben Parker nodded, and he didn't think there was anything abnormal about his nephew's nightmare.

When he was a child, Peter Parker had a lot of nightmares because of the disappearance of his parents, but as he grew older, the nightmares basically disappeared.

Peter shook his head quickly and said, "No need, Uncle Ben, I've grown up, I'm a high school student."

It is normal to have nightmares, but this nightmare seems to be unusual. It can be heard from the shouting that it is obviously a very terrifying nightmare.

Ben Parker looked at his nephew, feeling really worried. He asked, "Peter, there was an accident in New York's Central Park tonight. You won't go to watch it?"

"No, no, I just went to the library." Peter shook his head and denied that he did go to the library, but the time was different, and he didn't want his uncle to worry.

He didn't know that when he was watching, he was infected with resentment. Although it wasn't a lot, it was enough to make him have nightmares. After all, he is just an ordinary person now.

"Maybe it's because I watched a horror movie recently. It's really uncomfortable. I won't watch it anymore." He skillfully changed the subject, and didn't want Uncle Ben to ask any more questions.

The light of the night light provided weak illumination. Ben Parker did not turn on the light in the room, because it was the rest time, and it was very uncomfortable to do so. If a sleepy person is suddenly exposed to strong light, it is Very uncomfortable.

Such things can only be done by the police interrogating prisoners.

He didn't continue to ask, just glanced at Peter, nodded and said, "Okay, good night, if you have anything, you can tell me."

Then she closed the door, Aunt Mei took a worried look, and followed Ben to leave.

"Why don't you ask again? What if something happens to Parker?" Aunt Mei asked worriedly.

"May, Peter has grown up, we can't help him decide everything, I believe he will handle it well." Ben Parker looked at his wife and said, turned and glanced at the door behind him, why wasn't he worried Yes, but there are always changes to be made.

"I'll watch him."

With Ben's words, Aunt Mei gradually let go of her worries.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Peter pulled up the quilt and lay down again, with his right arm resting on his eyes, he needed to be quiet.

"This is really crazy, that dream is so real." He murmured to himself in a low voice. He dreamed that Uncle Ben was killed with a gun, and the reason seemed to be that he went out to find himself who was angry and went out.

He was very scared, this dream was too real, the feeling of touch, the coldness of the ground, the gunshots echoing in his ears, the warm blood, it was not like a dream at all.

"Don't worry about Parker, it's just a dream, Uncle Ben is still alive, just be careful in the future..." He comforted himself talking to himself, hoping to ease his flustered mood.

A powerful divine sense swept across the sky over New York City. Liu Yuan took Fang Yuan Baili's situation into his heart, and he already had an idea of ​​the extent of the spread of resentment.

"It doesn't seem too late, let's solve it quickly."

Grains of golden fluorescence gathered around Liu Yuan like natural stars. The sacred light gave people a warm feeling. Liu Yuan raised his right hand, and the fluorescence gathered towards the palm of his right palm like a school of fish. .

Just a breath of time, countless fluorescent lights converged into a golden ball of light.

Liu Yuan pinched Fa Jue in his hand, held the ball of light towards the dark night sky with his right hand, and saw a stream of golden light rushing straight into the sky

In an instant, the golden light illuminated the entire cloud over New York, countless golden spots of light fell from the sky, and the strong pure yang power washed away the weak resentment.

In the medical room of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Institute's temporary research institute, patients who were lying unconscious on the bed woke up one after another.

"What happened?"

"Why am I here?"

.....

"Sir, the patient has woken up!" the operators immediately informed Fury.

The patient woke up, which is a good thing for the research institute, because the research can continue, but Fury doesn't think so, because this time, he didn't even understand the ins and outs. Waiting for patients to wake up on their own?

If this is a weapon experiment by aliens, what should be done? As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury is very worried now, and he is not happy at all.