This hooded man is called Modu, a strange name, and he doesn't seem to be a good person to deal with, his whole body is full of the smell of an ascetic.
However, he carried out Ancient One's order very thoroughly. After Ancient One interrupted his battle with Saber, he immediately put away the Beast Head Stick in his hand, put his hood back on, and walked silently between the confused Strange and the ill-intentioned Saber. He stood at the corner of the street and looked back at them.
Saber and Strange stood still, and a trace of impatience flashed in Modu's calm gray eyes.
"Are you going to stay here for the New Year? Come with me, the reception hall is right in front! "
Saber shrugged and looked back at Strange.
"Can you still walk?"
Strange nodded and took out a clean white gauze from his pocket with difficulty and stuck it on the wound. It was just a bullet graze and it was not serious, and as the best surgeon in the world, he was not worried that the wound would worsen.
After a few minutes, Strange picked up his bag from the ground. He looked at the watch on his left hand. In the chase just now, the watch had been completely damaged, and even the pointer had been broken. This watch was probably the last valuable thing on Strange's body.
He didn't know why he insisted on carrying it with him all the time.
The surgeon looked at his wrist, and a touch of pain, a touch of reluctance, and even a touch of decisiveness appeared in his eyes, but in the end, his eyes became gentle. He carefully put the broken watch in his pocket, stood up silently, and smiled at Saber.
"Let's go."
Saber glanced at him and said nothing more. He just put the alloy knife on the base of the previous wooden box. In less than 2 seconds, a complete wooden box appeared on his shoulder again. He took off his mask and put on his sunglasses, just like an ordinary backpacker, he whistled and swaggered behind Modu and walked towards the reception hall.
Sure enough, Modu didn't lie to them. After walking for less than 5 minutes, outside a small wooden door facing the street, Modu's finger drew three complex runes in a row on the quaint wooden door. The wooden door was half-opened and he was the first to walk in. Saber didn't doubt that he was the second to walk in, while Strange was a little afraid, but he still walked in behind Saber.
After really seeing Saber's fighting power just now, he was full of confidence in Saber, but Saber himself didn't have much confidence, especially when he was about to face Ancient One.
The dark path was like a threshold that one had to pass to enter the house, but this length was not ordinary. Saber could feel that they had been moving forward in the darkness for at least 3 minutes, but they still couldn't see the end in front of them. In the end, Strange's breathing became rapid.
He was just an ordinary person. Before meeting Saber, he had nothing to do with this magnificent and dangerous world.
Probably seeing Strange's nervousness, Modu suddenly spoke.
"Relax, the Space Tunnel will cause pressure on the spirit of ordinary people. If you don't want to be crushed halfway, you'd better collect your mood."
Rather than an explanation and comfort, it was more like a cold script, and there was no sense of comfort in it at all. But anyway, no matter how long the journey is, there is an end. After another 3 minutes, a sudden light enveloped the three of them.
After the light dissipated, what came into view was an antique room that looked like a library. Occasionally, people dressed similarly to Modu could be seen walking in it. Most of them were reading some kind of book. Modu stepped forward very respectfully and saluted the woman in a white robe who was standing in front of a large bookshelf, looking through a thick book.
Saber didn't salute, but the arrogance in his eyes dissipated a lot. He was a person who knew how to respect power, especially in the face of real power, he would not be stingy with his respect.
Only Strange looked around curiously. He turned around abruptly, but was horrified to find that there was no passage behind them at all, there was only another bookshelf full of books.
"Is this … is this that world?"
Ancient One turned around. At this time, all the mysteries on her body and all the halos seemed to fade away at this moment. She looked like an ordinary woman, but the bald head was very conspicuous. She held a book in her hand and sat comfortably on the chair next to her, looking up at Saber.
"In the 2 hours you've been here, 3 people have died because of you. Saber, you probably won't be able to wash away the smell of blood on you for the rest of your life."
Saber shrugged and ignored Ancient One's teasing. He looked around and said very easily.
"So now … am I considered to have come to Kamar-Taj?"
Modu, who was standing beside Ancient One, raised his eyes and glanced at him, shook his head, and answered for Ancient One.
"No … you're still far from it."
Ancient One waved his hand, and Modu retreated with respect in his eyes and left together with the rest of the people in the library. The last old man who left closed the door considerately, so there were only three people left in this huge library.
"Modu's character is old-fashioned, but he is a very good warrior and one of my proud disciples."
Ancient One turned a page of the book and said casually, "When fighting against foreign enemies, he rarely lost. Maybe you made him experience the feeling of being on the verge of failure for the first time, but he's right, Saber, it's still far from Kamar-Taj …"
Ancient One raised her head and looked past Saber and at Strange. She waved to Saber.
"I'm going to talk to Mr. Strange first, do you mind? Saber. "
Saber naturally didn't mind. He waved his hand, then put down the wooden box in his hand, sat on a chair on one side, picked up a cigarette, and at the moment he lit it, he felt Ancient One's gaze on his back. He obediently put the cigarette back into the cigarette box, spread out his hands, and began to close his eyes to rest.
Sorcerer Supreme nodded with satisfaction. She looked at Strange, and with a slight movement of her fingers, a cup of hot tea flew from the table and fell into Strange's hand.
"What are you looking for here? Mr. Strange? "
Although the former neurosurgeon had never heard of the legend of Ancient One, when he saw that Saber was so obedient, he immediately felt that the woman in front of him should be a real big shot, so he put down the hot tea in his hand and said sincerely.
"I'm looking for a way to cure my hands …"
"But I can't cure your hands!"
Ancient One casually turned another page of the book, "I'm not a doctor, I'm just a witch who pretends to be a ghost. Well, that's what you call it, and isn't that what you're thinking right now?"
This unusual answer made Strange stunned. He looked at Ancient One, and Ancient One also looked at him. Her beautiful eyes were full of honesty. She was telling the truth. She really couldn't cure Strange's hands from a traditional point of view.
And this honesty was misunderstood as a kind of indifference, which greatly stimulated Strange's increasingly fragile mood. He gritted his teeth and whispered,
"But you cured Pan Bo En! A patient whose spine was broken into 17 pieces and who should have been paralyzed all over. When I saw him last time, he was playing basketball with a group of young people who were 20 years younger than him … Master, I really, really came here with all my hopes. "
Strange took a deep breath. He clasped his hands together and placed them in front of his chest, saying respectfully.
"You are my last hope."
"Pan Bo En … That's a familiar name."
Ancient One nodded, "He came to Kamar-Taj 2 years ago. What he said at that time was almost exactly the same as what you are saying now, but I felt true sincerity from his words, but I can only feel empty words from your words … Tell me, Strange, in your heart, do you really believe that there is someone in this world who can cure that kind of injury?"
Without waiting for Strange to answer, Ancient One spoke again,
"No! You don't believe it! Because in this field, you feel that you are the real God. A patient who was sentenced to death by you has been healed elsewhere. You feel that all this is unimaginable. Did you come here to heal yourself? Or are you trying to expose my trick? "
"You see, I'm very busy. I don't have time to talk about this with a person who is full of arguing ideas, so let's be honest …"
Ancient One's eyes became serious. She stood up and walked slowly to Strange, who was already speechless.
"Do you … believe in the existence of souls?"
Strange looked at her suspiciously. That kind of eyes clearly told Ancient One that he didn't believe it! Even if he had seen Saber burn the evil people with her eyes, and he had seen Mordu's magic, he still didn't believe it …
"This world is material. Nothing can continue to exist without material. I know that there are mutants in this world. I have had patients with mutants, but even they can't create things out of thin air!"
Strange took a step back, "I haven't seen it. I haven't read any books about souls with a scientific basis. I'm not a believer, so I don't believe it!"
"But Pan Bo En was able to recover … Relying on the power of his soul!"
Ancient One said softly, "If you don't believe in its existence from the beginning … Then how can you grasp this last hope?"
"Oh my God!"
Strange grabbed his hair and took a step back. "I've spent everything I have and even risked my life to come here. Yet, you're telling me that I need to rely on my soul to heal myself … Compared to what you said, perhaps I should believe his words more!"
He pointed to Saber, who opened her eyes and shrugged at Ancient One. Strange continued to shout.
"Maybe I should go back to where I came from, find the meaning of life again, and become the new pillar of my life! Then, I'll start a damned new life, instead of listening to you talk about damned soul power here! I don't believe in that! I don't believe in it! "
"I won't rely on faith to cure diseases!"
The poor man's last taut heartstring finally snapped at this moment. He was like a lunatic, shouting and screaming in this place that was supposed to be quiet.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! What the hell did I do! Maybe I should have agreed to that absurd request and done some damn cell regeneration experiment, instead of listening to you … listening to a bald woman talking nonsense! "
"Enough!"
Saber covered Strange's mouth. He looked at Ancient One with some trepidation. Johnny's lesson was still vivid in his mind. He didn't want to implicate himself because of Strange's madness. He said loudly in Strange's ear.
"Master Ancient One is one of the most powerful people in the world. You ignorant mortal, you must respect her!"
"She's a liar! Boohoo, she's a liar! "
Strange struggled violently. Saber looked at Ancient One helplessly and whispered, "This guy is crazy.
"This guy is crazy. Master, I'll throw him out. I swear, I've only just met him. We're not friends!"
"Okay, let him go, Saber!"
Ancient One waved his hand. No expression could be seen on his calm face. Saber let go of Strange. Ancient One's finger tapped in the air, and the excited young man's body was fixed in place. Sorcerer Supreme walked towards him and whispered.
"Stephen Strange, you're a person who sees the world from a hole. You think that what you see is the entire world, that you're no different from other mortals. You've been working hard to expand this hole all your life, but now, you, who yearns to become more knowledgeable, have realized that this hole is far from the entire world. When the world is so big that it's beyond your wildest imagination …"
"But you rejected it … What are you afraid of?"
Looking at Ancient One's penetrating eyes, Strange closed his eyes in panic and said loudly, "I'm not afraid, I didn't reject it! I just don't believe in any spiritual power stories, I don't believe in myths … I was born in the 20th century, I studied neurology, I recited the Hippocratic Oath! Oh my God! How do you want me to believe that souls really exist in this world? "
"Then let's see!"
Ancient One's palm was placed on Strange's chest, "Use your eyes to see! Everyone is not a dispensable material dust in the universe. Your power is so powerful that it is beyond your imagination … "
"Bang!"
Strange felt a powerful force hitting his chest. The next moment, an indescribable feeling of freedom appeared in his heart. He turned around blankly and saw Saber greeting him strangely. When he came back to his senses, he saw Ancient One and his body …
Wait, if that's his body, then what is he now?
As soon as this thought appeared in Strange's mind, an unimaginable suction sucked him from the room into a certain passage.
Saber reached out and took Strange's body. He looked at Ancient One curiously.
"Is there anything special about him? Sorcerer Supreme … Why are you so concerned about him? "
Ancient One did not answer this question. She turned around and looked at Saber.
"Whether he is important or not depends on the future, and you belong to the present, Saber Hawk … Do you want to experience Mr. Strange's journey?"
Saber shrugged, "Okay."
Sorcerer Supreme's palm was once again placed on Saber's chest. He could feel a force rushing into his body, and maybe his soul would leave his body in the next moment, but … He waited for more than ten seconds, but he didn't feel that way. He opened his eyes and saw that Ancient One's eyes were also full of doubts.
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