"Shit!"
Peter couldn't help but curse as he watched Mark, whose face was covered in blood, holding the dog's head.
The way that kid smiled with a bloody face really had the same vibe as his previous life.
Walking over quickly, Peter picked up Mark.
"What happened?!"
He took off his suit and helped Mark wipe away the foul-smelling blood from his face.
"Gulp!"
Clark swallowed, glancing at the dead hound on the ground.
"It attacked me and John, and then John's Laser Eyes got it—"
"Alright, Clark, I know what happened."
Peter interrupted Clark, "You help John wipe the blood, and I'll go get the car."
"Alright, alright."
Peter quickly drove over and then put Mark in the passenger seat of the car.
Before getting in, he glanced at the hound's corpse on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and finally moved the body into the trunk.
Patrick Farm.
In the bathroom, Peter helped Mark wash off the blood from his body.
"Dad?"
"Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No, I just feel a little strange."
Mark wiped away the muddy water mixed with blood from his face, "So this is what blood tastes like."
"What taste?"
Peter stopped what he was doing and looked at Mark.
Could it be that Mark was going to awaken some strange attribute from now on?
If Mark turned into Homelander who liked to blow people's heads off in his previous life, he would suffer a great loss.
"I don't know, it's like fireworks suddenly exploding, scary but also exciting."
Mark described his feelings.
"Hmm, but the smell isn't very pleasant."
Peter wiped him, saying, "If you don't want to look disheveled, don't get blood all over yourself."
"Because it's not cool at all, Dad?"
"Yes, Dad doesn't think being covered in blood is cool."
Peter felt he had to correct him in advance.
In his previous life, this kid, Carnage, killed those researchers at Vought Company who had bullied him; his Laser Eyes cut people into pieces, and his body covered in blood was truly a bit perverted.
"Okay, I won't make it like this next time."
Mark's mind was simple; since his father didn't like it, he wouldn't let it happen again.
"Dad, am I a monster?"
After struggling for a while, Mark asked Peter, "My Laser Eyes, no one else has this ability."
Peter thought to himself that Clark's Laser Eyes hadn't awakened yet, otherwise he would immediately turn the tables, going from being bullied to being the oppressor.
"No, you're not a monster, Mark, this is your talent, a talent given to you by heaven."
"Talent?"
Mark blinked.
"Yes, talent, it's given to you by heaven, and it's also a responsibility given to you."
"Dad, what responsibility?"
Peter naturally wouldn't say, "With great power comes great responsibility," after all, Mark wasn't Spider-Man.
"The responsibility to protect your family."
"Family, that's me and Dad, and Clark?"
"Correct."
Peter felt he had to implant the imprint of family into Mark's mind.
What if this kid didn't listen later? Wouldn't he just be an old father raging helplessly?
"Cough, cough..."
He coughed, reminding himself that this was not PUA, but merely helping Mark shape correct values.
After all, "Family Man" is better than Homelander from his previous life, right?
After helping Mark clean up, Peter walked to the storage room behind the farm.
He placed the hound Mark had killed on the table, observing the marks on the body.
Based on the stiffness of the hound's corpse, it was inferred that Death had occurred some time ago.
However, the hound's head had just been cut off by Mark, clearly not more than a day after Death.
Had it already died?
Peter leaned his hands on the table, staring at the putrid-smelling corpse.
In other words, this hound was already a "walking corpse" when it attacked Mark?
Turning around, he raised his hand, staring at the Kryptonite that had appeared in his hand at some point.
This Kryptonian stone caused that piece of land to mutate, forming something akin to a corpse-raising ground.
Creatures buried there might become "walking corpses" after some time.
And next, he only needed to observe his cousin's family to confirm whether his "little nephew" had come back from the dead.
Putting away the Kryptonite, Peter's gaze became more solemn.
It seemed he needed to buy a large freezer to store the walking corpses; perhaps they could be useful for something in the future.
He pushed the door open and walked out of the storage room.
"Creak!"
Old Bill pushed open the door and was startled.
"Hello, Mr. Bill."
Peter stood in front of him, greeting him.
Seeing Peter standing at the door with a serious expression, the somewhat bald Old Bill nervously swallowed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Patrick, I was just about to come to your door to apologize."
Old Bill knew his dog had almost injured Mark.
Although the dog was dead now, he had no intention of pursuing responsibility.
After all, he knew what was going on himself.
That hound was not normal at all.
"I accept your apology, there's no need to come to the door."
Peter walked in, "Actually, I wanted to ask you about something."
Old Bill nervously poured Peter a cup of coffee.
"If I know, I will tell you everything."
"Your hound, I heard he died a month ago, but today he almost bit my child."
Peter's rather oppressive gaze made Old Bill a bit overwhelmed.
He stammered, "I got another one of the same breed."
"Is that so?"
Peter then threw a stack of photos onto the table.
"Then can you tell me, where is this?"
Old Bill leaned forward, picked up the photos on the table in confusion, and his body jolted!
The photos clearly showed that burial ground!
He sighed helplessly, his body curling backward, "I'm sorry, I made a big mistake."
He thought Peter already knew what he had done.
"Caesar has been with me for eight years, he's my family, I can't bear to lose him, so I buried him here, I know, even if he comes back to life, he's not him anymore, I… I just wanted to see him."
At the end of his words, he covered his eyes and started crying.
"What's the history of this land?"
Peter asked him with a frown.
He had already confirmed that this land indeed possessed extraordinary power.
"It used to be a swamp, about six years ago, a meteor shower affected that area, the swamp was destroyed, and coupled with the Luther Group's land ownership issues, that swamp disappeared."
Peter continued to ask, "How did you know that place could bring your hound back to life? Who told you?"