Chapter 62 Tokyo Sealing Array 2

Naturally, there is no one in this top floor room.

Yong Bowen had already explored it with six-eared magic power long before using the wall-piercing technique, otherwise he would not dare to come up so much.

On the 107th floor, the whole floor is open, with large glass windows and thick and soft wool carpets, which are very elegant and empty. Other than that, there is nothing, no table, no chairs, just like an empty room. Compared with other places, the most special thing here is that it is clean and neat, without even a ash, and it doesn't look like a fierce war at all.

Yong Bowen looked around and looked at it. Finally, behind the east wall, he found a small bar that could be turned over, with a variety of famous wines. There was also a half-full gobowl on the bar, as if the owner just left a little and would come back immediately. I really don't know how President Sakurai works in such an empty room. After carefully checking the whole room, he confirmed that there was no surveillance camera or anything in the room. Then he carefully removed the ventilation pipe baffle under the corner of the east wall, got in and reinstalled it. He honestly lay down in the pipe full of gray law and quietly waited for the arrival of Ono Santang.

Waiting forever is a long and boring process. If it had been put in the past, it would take less than half an hour to do nothing like this, and Yong Bowen would not be able to sit still. But now, he doesn't have any impatience. He has found that since he unlocked the sealed prison seal, melted the souls of thirteen evil masters, and shared his body with Huajian, he has changed in many aspects. Although this change is inconspicuous, it is slow and resolute. He used to be a gentle person. He didn't like fighting, and even had aversion. In his idea, no matter how powerful a mage fight is, he can't show any ability. His real ability should also be manifested in the aspects of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. These aspects are not good. No matter how strong the fight is, it can only be said that he is not doing his job. . However, in the battle in the hotel, the pleasure of letting go and trampling the enemy under his feet made him feel an unprecedented feeling of blood boiling, and he seemed to hope to fight so hard again. When he was young, he should be frivolous, but when he was young, he was under the shelter of others. No matter how good the Ai family is to him, no matter how close Ai Liyun is to him, it is not his own home in the teenager's heart. It is someone else's home. In other people's family, everything will be careful and cautious and self-reate. Yong Bowen, who grew up in this state of mind and atmosphere, has almost no rebellion and impulse that normal teenagers should have. Instead, he is too old. From childhood to university, I went to primary school, middle school, college, and then graduated. It was a rare rebellious time to open such a ghost-catching studio. Now, the kind of blood and momentum applied by the young man seems to have come to him. Perhaps it was Grandpa's words that had a great incentive for him. Maybe it was when he melted the thirteen souls, and the character of these great heroes who had exposed alone in those years had some influence on him. Maybe the flower soul, which was supposed to be the backbone of his reincarnation in this life, finally had some influence on him. In short, he is very It's the same, at least more like the style he should be at his age. But there are also some changes that are completely different from this young and hot-blooded impulse. For example, just now, according to his previous rough nature, if he roughly entered the room and looked around, he would get into the ventilation pipe and start to ambush. But this time, he carefully checked the whole room to make himself as familiar as possible with himself and Mio. The environment of the doomed battlefield is just like those masters in martial arts novels will carefully check the position of every branch in the duel before the duel. There are many more, and I can't tell for a while. I can't feel it, and I don't know whether these changes are good or bad for him.

After lying down calmly for a while, it is not a good way to kill time. Yong Bowen pulled his thoughts back to the thirteen evil masters. After transforming the thirteen souls in the prison, he got a total of thirteen spells, all of which were the masters. I think these masters are definitely not only this kind of spell, but there is only one left in Yong Bowen. Each of them is very sharp, powerful and full of evil spirit and strangeness, but if it is compared with the eight swords of breaking demons, it is far worse. Yong Bowen felt that if he had a sword in his hand, he could break these thirteen spells with these eight broken magic swords alone. Even if he didn't break the eight swords, he could not fall behind with the rune killing skills of Taiping Road. I really couldn't understand that Grandpa took so much strength just to get these non-powerful spells. .

Maybe there is something in the flower room.

Yong Bowen thought so. After leaving a little divine consciousness warning, he concentrated the nine divine consciousness on the spiritual platform. Soon he saw the golden light fence again and shouted to the back of the fence, "Huajian, Huajian, are you there?"

After shouting a few times, I saw the figure of the flowers slowly emerging from behind the fence, and said with an unhappy face, "Don't call me randomly if it's okay!"

"What's the matter, what's the matter!" Yong Bowen hurriedly said, "I want to ask you a question."

"I won't answer!" Huajian simply refused, "You are not my reincarnation now. I have no obligation to answer any questions for you."

"It's about my life and death." Yong Bowen is very clear about what Huajian is most concerned about. On the premise that he can't get rid of this body, if there is any damage to this body that causes death, then Huajian can only be reincarnated again.

"Fal to me, I can feel that you are not in any danger now!"

"I won't lie to you. This is related to the future safety. There is something I want to figure out."

"Well, say it, I don't know how to answer."

"I don't think the home-watching spells of the thirteen souls are not very strong. It's far worse than the magic eight swords and the rune killing skills of our peace. Why did grandpa do this?"

"How do I know why the old man in your family did such a boring thing?"

"Uh-huh... can't you think of it?"

"That's your grandfather, not my grandfather, and I'm not the roundworm in his stomach. However... Although these efforts are not very good, they are used well and can achieve unexpected results, and many of them are more suitable for escaping and survival. For example, the flame witch's flame explosive finger, do you know where it first evolved? It is a spell developed by Qiongzhi Island to dig a cave. It can easily break huge stones, and then slowly change into a skill to bomb people. However, this kung fu is better than blowing up people, such as the incarnation of blood shadow..."

"Uh-huh... Grandpa asked me to learn these skills so that I could use them when I escape? Is there anything I need to escape from?"

Yong Bowen was puzzled, but when he thought of Grandpa's so-called calculation, he felt a little nervous and felt bad about his future.

He was about to talk a few more words with Huajian, but Huajian ignored him. He turned around and disappeared. Yong Bowen was stunned, and the divine consciousness left outside immediately came a warning sign. He quickly recovered from the depths of the spiritual platform, used a thousand opportunities to hide his body.

The elevator door jingled, and then slowly opened. He walked into the room with messy but slight footsteps. Yong Bowen looked out along the gap of the baffle and saw six or seven people coming out of the elevator. The leaders were Ono Santang and Xiao Ye, followed by four. Europeans with high noses and deep eyes are wearing white wizarding robes with red badges on their chests.

This is actually a member of the red emblem of the four mages' associations!

****I am the dividing line of slow recovery********

I've had an injection for two days, and I feel much better. I'll try to write more tomorrow weekend.