Stopping Spider-Man's ADHD, Ymir reached out and gently touched the wall at the end of the hallway, muttering in a low voice, "What the hell is going on, Doctor Strange's door can sense our presence, there's no reason why he shouldn't." But if he knew we were coming to visit him, why didn't he come out? ”

Magdalina's eyes were fixed on Ymir, and suddenly a faint light came from her chest, and the cross that had been blessed by a certain bishop lit up.

"Unless there's just one possibility, and that's if Doctor Strange isn't at home, or that he's in trouble."

Magdalina quickly pulled out the silver cross on her chest, and found that it was a little dull, and the surface of the silver was covered with a layer of gray rust. Spider-Man poked his head and asked, "Are the priests of the church short of money, it doesn't look like sterling silver"

"I'm afraid so." Ymir's eyes slowly turned a deep dark green completely, and he slowly stretched out his hand, a flickering and beating ghostly fire burning in the palm of his hand.

He smeared the ghostly fire on the wall at the end of the hallway, ready to violently force himself to solve the mystery laid by the strange doctor.

With a "bang", the ghost fire ignited the wall, like a flame burning on butter. In an instant, the entire corridor was ignited, and the dark green ghost fire dispersed in all directions, crawling all over the place.

"Oh, oh, hot, hot" Spider-Man jumped up holding his feet, but he soon realized that the dark green flames on the ground hadn't hurt him. This is because Ymir's Ghost Fire is similar in nature to Ghost Rider's Hellfire. can be selectively burned.

Slowly and in a low voice, Ymir began to chant the Latin mantras that had passed for a long time. have lost their original meaning.

So Ymir memorized it silently, but he didn't know what it meant. On the contrary, thoughts such as "Ali Baba, forty thieves, open the sesame seed" echoed repeatedly in my mind.

With Ymir's voice, the ghost-fire wall shook for a moment, and then the wall tiles began to move. A narrow gap appeared in the middle of the wall, and then the gap opened wider and wider, and in a short time it became a magnificent arch large enough for an adult to pass through.

Ymir examined it slowly, but cautiously did not enter immediately, he was not sure that Doctor Strange would let someone else crack his magic like that. Really. After a few moments, a thick cloud of crimson smoke came out of the door, and when the smoke cleared, Ymir gasped.

"This is the Holy of Holies," said Magdalina, in a trembling tone, as the Holy of Holies is considered the abode of Jehovah.

When the Jews left Egypt, before they entered the land of Canaan, while they were still in the wilderness, they first built a tabernacle, and the cloud of the Lord covered the tabernacle. There was another similar account. The Lord appeared in the clouds on the mercy seat and did not allow the priests to enter the veil at any time.

There are truly gods and demons in this world, but since the Doctor Strange has inherited the title of Supreme Magi, he is indeed barely qualified to use the Holy of Holies as his residence.

What really surprised Magdalina was. The curtain separating the Holy of Holies was torn in half and thrown to the ground. The Holy of Holies is littered with traces of battle, and the only one intact is Doctor Strange. He was dressed in supreme robes, and he leaned over the table, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Both Ymir and Spider-Man, who entered the room, stared at the Strange Doctor lying on the table. Ymir stepped forward and poked Doctor Strange's body, still soft and warm. It doesn't look like it's the worst yet.

"It looked like he was so tired that he fell asleep on the table." Ymir frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

"This is impossible, the Strange Doctor has many mortal enemies, and most of them have mysterious magical abilities. Father Terrance once said that he was a very cautious man, even when he was sleeping, he would cast a protective charm on himself to prevent the attack of his mortal enemies. ”

Spider-Man suddenly realized: "Unless, before he slept, he was attacked by the enemy?" ”

"No, if he hadn't defeated the enemy, how could Doctor Strange unleash his defensive magic and just sleep on the table defenselessly?"

As soon as he looked up, he exchanged a look with Magdalina, as if both of them had come to their senses.

"So, after the Doctor Strange fought off the enemy, he was hypnotized again? Is it coma gas, or sleeping pills, or hypnotic rays? Or maybe he just fell asleep because he was so tired. ”

Ymir nodded, "It's very likely, although it is not known who invaded the residence of Doctor Strange, but judging from the traces of the battle, neither side is weak." Even after defeating such an enemy, I think Doctor Strange must be very tired. ”

"Shall we wake him up, then? Or just let him rest a little longer? Spider-Man said as he observed Doctor Strange, who slept so soundly that his saliva wet the parchment roll under his face.

"I'm afraid it's not that we didn't bother him, but whether he woke up." Magdalina spoke, "Being able to hypnotize the Doctor Strange and put him to sleep is not something anyone can do. ”

She looked a little panicked, "I know that Doctor Strange has a mortal enemy, the demon known as the Nightmare, and the 'Dream King'. He had tried to escape the dream dimension countless times, only to be repelled by the Strange Doctor each time. Today, though, it looks like he's in a good time. ”

"Oh, wait, dreams aren't in another dimension. It's in our brains, it's just a mental phenomenon, the visual activity caused by the various sensory stimuli remaining in the brain when our body is sleeping. No one can control our dreams, Ymir, do you think I'm right? ”

In school, Spider-Man was a serious student, and at least he memorized every theory his professor said. Moreover, he thinks that there is really no need to argue about such things that have already been scientifically studied.

Unfortunately, he asked the wrong person, and Ymir replied coldly, "No, it seems to be the case for you." But I can assure you that the world of dreams is real, and there are people who can control your dreams. For example, me! "The ability to dream is the talent of resentful ghosts, and it is also a representative one of the various supernatural abilities. (To be continued......)