49: Chapter 49 You are the mount he gave me

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Lin Fang returned to the Sinclair Family estate in San Francisco, and the entire estate extended a warm welcome to the returning traveler, old man Orson.

They even held a grand banquet.

Late at night, Lin Fang carried a cage containing an Angora rabbit into his collection room.

On the tabletop,

Having seen the light of day again, the black, viscous lifeform inside the containment vessel was writhing like crazy.

Since returning from Malaysia, "Venom" had been inside the Spacetime Package for a day and a night.

"Are you afraid?"

The old man squatted in front of it, lost in thought.

Venom writhed even more violently, as if it were going mad, constantly slamming against the container.

Seeing this, Lin Fang put it back into the Spacetime Package and released it five minutes later, repeating this over 20 times. When it was materialized for the 25th time, Venom stopped moving.

Like a puddle of sludge that had completely given up struggling, Lin Fang poked it with his finger and even held the containment vessel in his arms, but there was no reaction at all.

Placing it back on the table, Lin Fang said casually to it, "Do you want to come out?"

"Venom" did not respond.

Lin Fang was in no hurry and rested on the other side by himself. After a while, snoring sounds were heard. It wasn't until dawn that the old man slowly woke up on the sofa and stretched.

Pulling out a chainsaw from nearby, Lin Fang approached "Venom" again.

"If you want to come out, give me a sign. I'm only giving you one last chance."

The sludge in the containment vessel writhed slightly.

"That's more like it. I'm not some bad guy. Wait, I'll saw it open for you now," Lin Fang smiled and pulled the starter cord of the gas-powered saw. He didn't have the key for this container, so he could only use this crude method.

But he only needed to saw a small slit in the transparent isolation layer in the middle.

Screech— Sizzle—

When the saw teeth hit the isolation layer, a piercing friction sound rang out instantly. It was clear that the material of the isolation layer was extremely tough; after a minute, only a groove of about 0.5mm appeared. It would take quite a while to saw through it completely.

Looking at the viscous object inside, which was boiling from the noise, Lin Fang paused and comforted, "You know, freedom comes at a price. Just endure it and it'll pass."

Besides fire, Venom's other weakness was high-frequency sound waves between 4,000 and 6,000 Hertz. This bit of noise should be fine... right?

Half an hour later, a small slit was finally sawn into the isolation layer, and the alien lifeform inside had turned into a puddle of stagnant water.

So fragile? Could it have been killed by the noise?

Opening the cage with the Angora rabbit, Lin Fang picked up the rabbit and tapped the container with its paw: "Wake up, the sun is about to go down."

The sound seemed to wake up the puddle of sludge.

The scent of life and freedom made it squeeze toward the slit. After seeping into the rabbit's paw, it gradually disappeared. Lin Fang felt a cold, foreign object wandering through the rabbit's blood vessels.

Now, it had become the host of this symbiote, and life or death was entirely at the symbiote's whim.

"Want some chocolate?" Lin Fang tore open a bag of chocolate and asked the rabbit in a friendly manner.

"Who are you?"

Accompanied by a raspy, low voice, a mass of deep black matter surged out from the rabbit's body, forming a terrifying, muscular black devil rabbit with a mouth full of sharp teeth in front of him.

Out of curiosity, Lin Fang reached out and touched its head; it felt as smooth and soft as jelly.

Whoosh—

Facing the muscular devil rabbit that suddenly snapped at him, if Lin Fang hadn't reacted quickly, half of his palm would have been gone.

Venom's iconic little pink tongue extended from the rabbit's mouth: "Human, how do you know my name?"

"That?"

Lin Fang looked at it meaningfully and said, "I not only know your name, but I also know your weaknesses, and I know you are a loser from the Planet Klyntar..."

The old man's voice was slow, but every sentence sent the black rabbit in front of him into a state of extreme shock.

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An hour later,

Lin Fang looked at the muscular devil rabbit, which was listening intently, and smiled slightly, continuing: "After you said goodbye to Eddie Brock, in order to protect him and the Earth, you chose to perish together with the Riot in an acid explosion..."

"And that is your story."

The muscular devil rabbit remained silent for a long time, the black liquid around it surging like a tide. Suddenly, a massive head emerged from the Angora rabbit's body, its pupil-less white eyes, which took up a third of its head, staring directly at Lin Fang.

"My intuition tells me that what you said is correct. This is my future."

Lin Fang tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Do you need me to help you find Eddie?"

"No, not Eddie,"

Venom shook its head and quickly circled the old man. "You are very powerful, so I want you to be my host!"

Eh?

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At early dawn,

Orson Sinclair slowly woke up. Looking at his familiar room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow; that evil spirit had finally left his body.

Next would be his own time.

Having a servant fill the bathtub with water, Orson stripped off his clothes and leaned comfortably against the edge of the tub to enjoy himself. The pleasant temperature made his whole body relax; this was one of his few hobbies.

When did he start having this hobby? It was probably the first time he stayed in a high-end hotel, when he realized that rich people bathed like this instead of using cold water and soap.

Suddenly,

Orson felt something strange about his body. Squeezing his favorite rubber ducky in his hand, Orson was shocked to find that his strength seemed to have increased significantly.

Quack— Quack—

Orson squeezed it twice more. It wasn't an illusion; he had never squeezed the duck so flat before. What was going on?

"Hi, Orson!"

The voice that suddenly rang out in the bathroom scared the soul out of the old man. Who was talking?

No, it didn't ring out in the bathroom, but... Orson tremblingly touched his forehead. It rang out inside his mind.

It was that evil spirit!

My God, Guanyin Bodhisattva, did you see that!

Panicking, Orson tried to get up and flee the bathtub, but in his haste, his foot slipped, and the back of his head slammed heavily against the marble corner of the tub. In that instant, intense pain flashed through his body like lightning. Orson's vision went black, and his consciousness began to blur.

Warm blood gushed from the wound on the back of his head, quickly staining the white foam inside red.

Orson couldn't even call for help now. His hands clawed weakly at the edge of the tub, trying to grasp the last sliver of life!

Was it going to end like this? He was about to leave the Sinclair Family... Deep attachment to life was visible in the old man's eyes.

A few minutes later,

Huh? Why am I not dead yet?

Orson sat up, a bit dazed. Was this a terminal lucidity? But when he touched the wound on his forehead, he could no longer feel any pain; it seemed to have healed.

But the blood on his hands proved that it wasn't an illusion just now.

Suddenly, Orson felt something in his chest. In the blink of an eye, a black liquid monster crawled out from his chest.

"What is this thing!" Orson's scalp tingled, and he almost fainted from fright.

"I am Venom."

"You are the mount he gave me."