The incantation that Tang Bai was reciting silently in his mouth suddenly began to change, and his eyes were closed, under the effect of the incantation, Tang Bai's spirit seemed to be temporarily free from the shackles of **, and at a speed that was not inferior to the shape-shifting phantom spell, it flashed rapidly in this world, and immersive pictures flashed around his body, like a clip, messy and fast.

When all the images were silent and stable in an instant, Tang Bai found himself in a room.

There are two people in the room, an old man who is in good spirits, with a smooth face without the slightest wrinkles, and a cold silence and vicissitudes all over his body, and there is another person, who is the protagonist Tang Bai is looking for - Michael Cowen. The two men were facing each other on opposite sides of a black wooden table. Michael Cowen was listening to what the old man across from him was saying to him.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to feel Tang Bai's snooping gaze, and when he faced Michael Kewen's gentle and gentle eyes, he was as sharp as a knife in an instant, and swept directly in the direction of Tang Bai's consciousness.

Although Tang Bai didn't think that anyone could see his existence, the old man's gaze really gave him such a feeling. It's like being under a microscope, everything in my body, under those sharp eyes, has a sense of exposure that cannot be hidden.

It seemed that the old man could easily see through Tang Bai's entire heart, and that feeling was like facing the defence's thoughts, allowing others to spy on his thoughts!

Even if the two are now separated by a long distance, Tang Bai's gaze here is just a projection of consciousness that cannot be seen by the naked eye, but under the old man's gaze, Tang Bai is sensitive to the fact that the old man has discovered his existence.

A surging invisible spiritual storm, from the old man's body, surged like a wave in the direction of Tang Bai's consciousness in this room, wave after wave, the wooden floor along the way, under the impact of that spiritual storm, as if swept by the shock wave set off when the bomb exploded, cracked piece by piece, and then turned into wooden thorns and sawdust, dancing and flying wildly in this room.

Michael Cowen, as early as the first time, was directly dragged behind the old man by an invisible force, and now he was just stunned to see the scene happening in front of his eyes.

After Tang Bai realized that the old man had discovered his existence, he decisively interrupted the magic of the supply spell, and the stable picture flickered messily as it had come, like a fast-forward movie again.

But even if Tang Bai retreated quickly, the old man's attack was launched extremely quickly, and Tang Bai's consciousness was still swept away after all. That feeling, like shaking the head violently left and right a hundred times without stopping, and then under the sudden stop, the soul was thrown out of the body, and when it was retracting into the body little by little, it was suddenly hit by an invisible sledgehammer from the proof, and with the return of the soul consciousness, even that pain also descended on the body.

Tang Bai snorted violently, his body swayed closely, and his arm subconsciously propped himself on the ground.

Under the old man's majestic consciousness attack, although Tang Bai was not damaged by any substantial surname, it was inevitable that his brain would be as dizzy as if he had been hit by a wooden stick.

The old man's sudden spiritual attack was really beyond Tang Bai's expectations. If it weren't for Tang Bai's mental consciousness and physical fitness over the years, he would definitely not be able to stand it in the face of the old man's blow.

Tang Bai's consciousness projection could feel that the old man didn't spare his hand at all when he made a move. That mental attack, if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you will explode and die directly, even if it is an excellent high-level werewolf like Lucien and Riz, in the face of that blow, even if it is only swept away, it is impossible to be intact with the amazing quality of your own excellent quality and the same amazing recovery. If it is facing each other, the fracture and tendon crack are all light.

The only person in this world who can have such strength is the common ancestor of all the undead, the mysterious one - Alexander Kovinas. The vicissitudes of temperament and smooth face, as well as the skin, also prove this from the side.

Tang Bai was puzzled, how did Alexander Covenas notice Michael Covin? In my impression, there is no direct and profound intersection between these two people. If there is any relationship between the two, it is that Michael Covenus has some perfect blood of Alexander Covinas hidden in his body, and he is just a descendant of Alexander Covenas for unknown generations.

"What's wrong? Have you found Michael Curvin's whereabouts? Lucien held Tang Bai on his forehead and asked in a slightly eager tone.

"Found it." Tang Bai's fingers kneaded his head, and the dizziness quickly subsided, and Tang Bai regained his ability to think clearly and calmly. He looked at the dried blood trail on Budapest and nodded back.

"Where?" Lucien immediately asked.

"Inside an old house." Tang Bai pointed to the location at the end of the bloodstain on the map, and described the style of the houses he saw by the projection of his consciousness, the surrounding buildings, and the environment.

Tang Bai spoke very carefully, and the language also has a strong sense of picture. Before he finished speaking, Lucien and Ruiz were almost sure where the location Tang Bai was talking about was located. After all, they have lived in Hungary and Budapest for so long, and they know more about the scenery, architecture, and history than the locals.

"They've found out I'm spying on them." After Tang Bai finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"I'm going to have people on hand right away and intercept them as much as I can before they leave." When Ruiz heard this, he immediately stood up, glanced at Lucien and said anxiously. The target has already been lost once, and if they miss the opportunity again this time and make the other party disappear again, then they should all hit the wall.

"I advise you not to." Tang Bai quietly reminded him, and after two inexplicable glances from Lucien and Ruiz, he simply sat on the carpet, put one hand on his arched knee, and continued: "It's very dangerous there, even if Lucien goes over in person, it won't be pleased." ”

"Do you know where I saw whom?" (To be continued.) )