The sizzling golden circle of light closed behind him, and Bai Ye was already in a quaint and mysterious room, where the setting and atmosphere were full of antiquity, and the glass top windows with a few curvilinear patterns cast warm sunlight.

However, this mysterious atmosphere was mixed with a strong smell of blood, which made him frown.

There have been quite a few battles in the Holy of Holies in the MCU Cinematic Universe, but there shouldn't have been a single battle that resulted in casualties at this point in time.

Now Captain America is still freezing in the ice, Banner and Hulk are probably hiding from his father-in-law somewhere in the world, and the plot of "Avengers 1" has not yet unfolded.

At this time, the Ancient One was still alive, and although she had no interest in participating in events such as the Battle of New York, she would definitely not sit idly by and watch her mages die in the Holy of Holies of Holies.

At least not let them die before Doctor Strange 1.

"Buzz"

The pendant on his chest shook slightly, as if it had some kind of reaction to the room, urging him forward.

Touching the pendant with some temperature, Bai Ye looked around and noticed that there seemed to be a corpse lying on the ground in the center of the room.

He walked over and bent down, taking a closer look at the corpses on the ground.

The wound on the corpse's neck was unusually smooth, without a trace of convex and dented, as if it had been cut off in an instant by some extremely sharp weapon, and only a thin layer of skin was left between the head and the body, planted backwards.

Such a wound is by no means capable of being inflicted by ordinary people, and there is even a strange beauty in it.

However, when his gaze moved slightly from his neck to his body, Bai Ye's face became a little confused.

The corpse also had some bite marks and scratches from some kind of beast, and it looked messy, completely turning graceful killing into atrocity.

After thinking about it and smiling apologetically at the corpse, Bai Ye directly lifted the end and carried it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Huh."

When he saw the corpse's face, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation, it turned out to be Casillas!

This guy who is very similar to a human gourmet must have no dark circles under his eyes, which proves that the cosmic timeline he is in is before the Strange One, and the Ancient One is alive.

But why are you just looking, the ancient one, are you

"Smack!"

Just as Bai Ye was deep in thought, there was a crisp slapping sound, and something slapped on his back with anger.

He jerked his knife and turned around, only to see a red cloak fluttering in front of him, and his high-raised collar was shaking up and down, and he didn't look very happy.

"Cloak of Devil's Float. What about the Ancient One or Strange? If you can't do it, the king will do it, where are they? Bai Ye asked, touching his chin.

Hearing this, the cloak gently rolled up the corners of his coat and pointed into the deep corridor.

It only waited for two seconds, but Bai Ye didn't move, it curled up with some anxiety to one of the arms of the person in front of it, intending to take him directly in this way.

But the latter snapped his hand back, and its strength surprised the cloak a little, and slowly floated back half a meter, it didn't expect the person in front of it to have such strength.

White Night squinted his eyes and stared sharply at the cloak, "Are the guys who killed Casillas still in the Holy of Holies?" ”

Judging from the two wounds on the corpse, I am afraid that there is not more than one enemy who has invaded the Holy of Holies, and it is better to be careful.

Although the cloak was speechless, it immediately made a series of movements in the air, as if in response to the question of the white night, it unfolded, rotated, and swung, as if it was conveying a message through its own gesture.

Seeing the way this cloth was trying to convey his thoughts, Bai Ye sighed helplessly, he hadn't learned anything like cloak or flag language, how could he understand these movements.

"Nod YSE, shake your head NO, whoever you want me to save, you have to listen to me, understand?"

He grabbed the cloak that was still fluttering, and said sharply, and the cloth that was about to break free heard this, and immediately settled down, and nodded with his collar as his head.

"Good." White Night let go of the somewhat crumpled Demon Float cloak he had pinched, and the latter smoothed out the folds with the corners of his coat with some distress as he flew back up.

Then, as if remembering something, it floated to Bai Ye's face and nodded vigorously.

"That means they're still here. How many are there? ”

Touching the teleportation ring, he stepped down the hallway that the cloak had pointed out earlier.

The cloak immediately lit up the collar like a piledriver.

"Okay." Bai Ye looked at the cloak that gradually lit up the afterimage, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

As soon as he entered the hallway, he felt something strange under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a slightly fat corpse lying at his feet.

By gesture, the man was trying to release a Seraph Shield to protect himself before he died.

Well, it seems that there is no need to find out where the king is.

After walking a little further, he came to a hall, and Bai Ye's eyes were immediately attracted by a bloody scene.

A man in a white lab coat was lying on the ground, his chest bleeding bright red blood in a pool of blood.

The man had a long horse face with pain written all over it.

White Night he immediately approached, squatted down to check the man's condition, his breathing was weak, his chest injury was very serious, bleeding nonstop, if not received timely treatment, I am afraid that his life will not be saved.

"Can you still talk?" Bai Ye asked with a frown as he quickly groped around himself.

The man barely opened his eyes, and a weak voice came: "You are. Who? ”

"Someone who is going to save your life."

White Night finally felt a tube of pale yellow potion from his waist, which was the regenergin left in Baron Zemo's base.

He quickly stabbed it into the horse-faced man's waist and pressed the syringe, the blood flow slowed down, the skin gradually closed, and time seemed to begin to recede in the man's body.

After a few seconds, the wound had completely healed, leaving only a faint scar.

The horse-faced man, who was on the verge of death just now, touched his chest in some disbelief and muttered, "Is this magic?" ”

"Strange, right?" Bai Ye glanced at this guy's naturally curly hair, and continued, "Don't ask me how I know your name, and don't ask me why I'm here."

"Tell me who attacked you and why you're here?"

A hint of surprise flashed on Stephen Strange's face, obviously not expecting the person in front of him to know his name, but he quickly adjusted his mood, touched his long face and said in a deep voice:

"An hour ago a group of weirdly dressed guys kidnapped me from my office and they claimed to be what. Mage, you have to protect me who has a talent for magic, but that sounds like nonsense."

"And why is that thing floating in the sky?" Halfway through speaking, Strange pointed to the Demon Float cloak that followed White Night, and then slapped his thigh and suddenly said, "Ah, magic." ”

The magic is amazing, can I take off like this in the future? Thinking silently in his heart, he continued: "As for the people who attacked me, they claimed to be under the leadership of a certain group."

"The Dark Order."

(End of chapter)