Chapter 205 One Hundred Secrets and One sparse

Yong Bowen drove all the way to the company dormitory building.

I don't know who is faster than the snail, but it is certain that it has been overtakened by many bicycles along the way.

This is simply a blatant delay.

If the four old monks are not angry, that's bullshit.

They came all the way to find Marika. They were angry, but now they are so maliciously delayed by Yongbo, and they are simply furious.

However, although they are angry, they always dare not take action at will.

Spring City looks calm, but the danger is far more dangerous for them than Tokyo.

There is no war or other thing here for them to fish in the mixed water, and there are no distant relatives like the truth sect to rely on. Everything can only rely on themselves.

When they first arrived in Spring City, they had realized that the whole city was shrouded in a huge surveillance array, and any illegal magic action would be monitored as soon as possible.

Since the four old monks can be selected to accompany Marika Wanli to Tokyo to participate in the identification of the green dragon and golden fetus, it is naturally impossible to be the kind of nerd who only cares about practicing spells. He is not only strong in spells, but also has a wide range of knowledge. He knows that this huge monitoring array belongs to the Mage Association, that is to say, They sneaked in without moving spells. Maybe no one can know, but if they move a little big spells, they will be detected at the first time.

The Mage Association does not welcome these tantric monks. If they are found, even if they are not immediately expelled, don't imagine such free action as now.

Before they found the clue of Marika, they didn't want to make any trouble. They also put up with Yong Bowen's procrastination. They just stared at Yong Bowen and didn't let him have a chance to send a message. As for Yong Bowen's robbery of Marika, it's not too late to find Marika.

If you delay the time, the journey will be there after all. After all, you will still arrive at the company's dormitory building.

At the beginning, I bought this building as a dormitory mainly to accommodate the hundreds of yin and yang soldiers who came back from Qisai Island with Yong Bowen.

Nowadays, the yin and yang soldier girls have transferred from the goblin sales center to work in the hell colony. It is rare to come back on weekdays, and the whole dormitory building is extremely deserted. A group of people went up from the first floor to the sixth floor, but they didn't see a figure. Fortunately, Yong Bowen did not consider letting the yin and Yang soldiers girls help deliver the news- This is also an unlikely thing. Even if they meet yin and yang soldiers and girls, in the style of old monks, most of them should be detained together to avoid leaking the wind - they will not be disappointed.

To the room where De Marika once lived, Yong Bowen took the key to open the door, put his body on one side, and signaled the four old monks to advance.

It's just this polite courtesy, but no one appreciates it. The leading old monk entered the room, but the other three still surrounded Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun.

Yong Bowen smiled helplessly and pulled Ai Liyun into the room. The three old monks followed closely into the room and locked the door.

This room has been cleaned for a long time. Not to mention the bloody red walls and dead insects all over the ground at that time, the magic fluctuations and fierce breath left by Marika when she was enchanted, were all cleaned up by Yong Bowen.

The leading old monk stood in the middle of the room, facing the big bed that had been lying in Marika - the charred sheets and so on were all changed to brand-new in the morning - his expression was faint and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It is impossible to find out anything at all.

"Several masters, this is the room where Marika lives. After she left, I kept this bed or something for her, thinking that in case she comes back one day, there will be a place to live." Yong Bowen was a little proud. He thought that I was not afraid of trouble. Just in case, I cleaned the room by myself. If you can find clues, it would be really admirable.

The leading old monk looked at Yong Bowen calmly.

It's so clean that there is not even any mana fluctuation left. If he can't guess that it has been cleaned up here, it would be too retarded.

However, there are many ways to send letters in the world, and it is not necessary to use spells.

As soon as he entered the room, the old monk could be sure that Marika had lived here for a long time.

It does not rely on spells, but on a mysterious spiritual connection between the two. This kind of thing is difficult to describe in words, and it can also be regarded as a kind of tantric magic, but the beauty is that he is not a spell, and the routine method of cleaning up the remnants of spells has no effect at all.

"Why don't some masters go to the place where Marika lived temporarily before?" Yong Bowen didn't want a few old monks to stay here, so he took the initiative to propose.

The leading old monk ignored Yong Bowen and walked slowly to the big bed. He turned around and lay down on his back. He was motionless, as if he was dead. After a long time, he turned over. Then the frequency of turning over became more and more dense, as if he couldn't sleep and was rolling bed.

If Yong Bowen really monitors Marika for a long time and pays more attention to her, he will find that every action done by the old monk is exactly the same as that of Marika when she was familiar with **, as if it were carved in the same mold.

Originally, it took Marika five or six days to gently flip her body, but the old monk obviously didn't have so much free time to strictly repeat Marika's actions according to the previous time, directly shortening the time and making the turn-over movement coherent.

After turning over for a while, the leading old monk suddenly roared and suddenly turned over and sat up.

No, it's not simply sitting up, but the whole person floats out of thin air, and then completes the series of actions of getting up, turning over and standing in the air.

By the time it landed again, the leading old monk had stood at the end of the bed again, reaching out and pinching the corner of the end of the bed, as simple as turning a book page. He raised his hand and turned over the large solid wood bed.

The floor under the bed is still clean, and this is still the place where Yong Bowen focuses on cleaning. I'm afraid that Marika will leave something under the bed.

However, the focus of the monk's attention is obviously not the smooth ground, but the back of the big bed.

There is a picture on the back of the big bed.

In the center of the painting is a small burnt black human figure.

There are thirteen faces with different emotions around the human figure, and all the seven emotions and six desires are on the face!

The appearance of each face is exactly the same as the charred black human figure in the center, lifelike, as if born from the natural texture on the back of the bed!

Yong Bowen looked in his eyes and not only took a breath of cold.