Chapter 210 (1/2)

”These dead bodies are gone, but we can see from the pieces of clothes that they should be mage apprentices.”

Su Ming turned the God killer back into a machete, picked up a piece of blood stained rag on the ground, and looked at it in front of his eyes. These were ordinary sackcloth, while the formal mages were basically wearing silk. And the bloodstains on the rags were not completely dry, indicating that the massacre took place not long ago.

On the other hand, this is good news, because the combat effectiveness of the apprentices is not very high. What they can't cope with doesn't mean that Su Ming can't cope with it.

But with Gu Yi's character, it is impossible to watch her apprentice die so simply, but she is obviously powerless to stop it. Why?

Holloway shook his head and looked up at the stairs, which were also covered with blood: ”what's next? It's much scarier than the witch's cabin I saw in fairy tales

”You didn't catch up with the good time. In fact, master Guyi is still very fresh.” Su Ming shrugged, dropped the rag and said a cold joke.

Of course, the bald head looks fresh, but this stalk can't be understood until Holloway meets Guyi.

The temple seems very quiet, there is no fighting sound, but it is this silence that makes people feel very bad.

If we follow the general style of horror movies, we all have to look for the living or clues. However, Su Ming has always been a resolute resister to the division of troops. In this case, we have to explore separately. It is really not far from entering the grave.

The temple is a three story building with a basement. If you go down the drain, it will be the old wine factory during the period of the prohibition of alcohol.

In the cartoon, the basement is the prison and boiler room, while the attic is Dr. strange's living room. The rooms on the middle floors are basically guest rooms or exhibition rooms.

There are also a lot of Space folding areas, or passageways to other planets, plane cracks, and it is completely unclear where to go.

The structure in reality is completely unknown, but there should be no less.

Now it's the time when Gu Yi was in charge. Su Ming, the mage resident in the temple of New York, had never heard of it. Gu Yi only came once in a while. Most of the time, there was only one great mage and a group of magic apprentices.

This plan is to find the stationed mages and ask them to send themselves to meet Gu Yi in Kama Taj. After all, Su Ming has been a neighbor with them for years, but I didn't expect that this was the case now.

”Let's go to the library on the second floor, which is the transmission hub and reception room, to see if we can find clues... The most important thing is to keep up with me.”

Su Ming still remember that when he came to the temple last time, he saw a lot of portal doors like murals in the reception room. Maybe someone would escape there?

The doctor nodded, and he thought it was better for them to act together. At least, they would not be driven crazy and paranoid by the quiet environment.

When they walk up the stairs, the wooden stairs have no sound at all, but the blood on them will make a ”quack quack quack” sound.

The space here is obviously expanded by magic. The interior of the building is much larger than that seen from the outside. However, the scene of the reception room and the front hall are almost the same, surrounded by a mess, which is also covered with blood, and there is no body.

However, here, Su Ming found clues, he found that the original display of magic items are still there, which shows that the invaders did not come to plunder magic items.

Then the probability that the intruder may be a mage is greatly reduced. As long as it is not the magic that is inexplicable to him, Su Ming himself still has some assurance.

The most conspicuous display case was broken, and the magic cloak fell to one side and was crushed by broken glass and rotten wood.

Su Ming went over and picked up his cloak.

Like Su Ming's God killers, this thing has self thinking. Although it is more gentle than weapons, it should not be the way it is now - it is hanging in Su Ming's hand like a red bath towel.

”Cloaks, cloaks, you can't die. Tell me, who killed the mages?”