Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

No one knows where Karma Taj is.

To be precise, those who don’t know just don’t know, and those who know don’t know how to describe it. It seems to be there, in a certain corner of the world, waiting for you to walk into it, but in fact, it’s not Everyone can walk into it, it is self-aware, and it does not accept everyone so generously.

And now the biggest question for Cyber ​​and Strange is, how do they get Karma Taj to accept them?

Just like how we describe the sword of the peerless swordsman, we always use the description of the antelope hanging horns, and it is the same now, especially when they drove into the last city near the snow mountain.

This is a small town, so small that even with your feet, it only takes more than an hour to complete a complete circle, but there are many people here. Standing on the second floor of the restaurant by the window, you can see the crowded flow of people. Walking back and forth on the street is definitely packed with people.

The largest number is the yellow race, and there are also whites and blacks. There are 4 temples in a small city, each of which is full of incense, and those who can come here are the most sincere believers, so the air of the whole small city They are filled with the sandalwood aroma after the incense is lit, as well as the puffs of smoke, plus the sound of prayer flags being plucked everywhere, and the red cloth strips wrapped around the town.

It seems to be full of a strange and special atmosphere, a kind of religious scope.

"I hate this place, really."

Saibo looked at the weird dishes on the table with a tangled face, and finally he didn't have the courage to put down his chopsticks, so he just picked up the wine glass next to him. The drinks in this kind of place are very special. Anyway, after finishing this glass of wine, Saibo His expression became even weirder.

As for Strange sitting on the other side, this impoverished guy has suffered a lot along the way. Facing a hot dish at this time, he has long since abandoned his etiquette and useless persistence. Only when you walk in the middle of the road will you know how fragile you are.

That's why we often say that pain changes a person, and that's the principle, stripping off all the cloaks of civilization and living in the purest form.

"Uh, I kind of agree with you, this smell...is really weird."

With some difficulty, Strange tasted the weird meat in front of him with a spoon, smacked his lips, put down the spoon, and began to focus on the food in his hand.

Saber's gaze has been searching the crowd below, and finally he just lay down on the quaint window, seemingly looking at the pedestrians below with great interest, until Strange finished his meal, this guy He patted his stomach and let out a contented moan. He stood up, walked to Sable who was smoking by the window, and asked in a low voice,

"Are you looking for something?"

"certainly!"

Saibo pursed his lips, "Master Gu Yi probably can live without eating, but others certainly don't... I have a friend, um... He lived in Karma Taj for 2 years before. In 2010, he told me that the place was no different from an ordinary temple manor, that is to say, there were still fires for cooking. Although it is not ruled out that they use magic to do all this, but you say, what method is used to transport daily food? Are daily necessities more convenient?"

Strange's eyes were also a little bright, he scratched his badly shaped beard,

"You mean, buy locally?"

"Um!"

Saibo nodded, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "But I didn't find anyone who feels special, there are too many people here... This method still needs time to prove, so we need to work separately!"

Strange stood up straight, he looked at the thoughtful Sable,

"How to say?"

"I'll go to the rice store in this city to find out the situation, you... you can ask!"

Saibo flicked his wrist, "You go to the street and ask anyone to ask Karma Taj, isn't this what you planned before? Like a guy who is in deep despair but doesn't know what to do .”

"But does it really work?"

Strange was a little puzzled. Although he hadn't been in contact for a long time, he was already familiar with Saibo's style. This guy didn't seem like someone who would do such useless work.

"Of course it doesn't work...but give your rusty mind a spin, Doctor Strange! Has sudden poverty really limited your imagination?"

The surgeon scratched his head in embarrassment. He sat on the side and began to think about what Saibo said. The fact that this guy can become a world-renowned doctor proves that he is not an idiot, so he soon understood Saibo's intentions. But at this time, Saibo's figure had disappeared in the hotel.

The surgeon breathed a sigh of relief, and he carried his dusty and weather-beaten burden on his back. When he walked out of the hotel, he deliberately adjusted his expression, and even messed up his messy hair to make himself appear more Embarrassed, more help is needed.

He squeezed into the crowd with a frightened and lost expression. He grabbed someone by the shoulder from time to time and asked in stuttering local dialect,

"Kama Taj?"

What you get is often a confused face, or a crisp "don't know".

He followed the crowd and moved forward. The expression on his face showed that he didn't know where he was going, just like someone who was forced to follow the crowd. The fear and loss in his eyes could hardly be concealed from others .

He tried so clumsily, stayed in the crowd for a full 2 ​​hours, turned the town around, and finally returned to the original point. He was like a desperate and exhausted person, sitting on the edge of the street with his hands on his back. Head, holding his hair with both hands, if you don't look at the eyes that are still sneaking on the face and looking around vigilantly, you will definitely think that he has collapsed.

This kind of thing cannot be hidden from those who are interested, especially those who have been observing him silently for a long time.

Just as Strange sat there in silence for more than ten minutes, and when he picked up his burden again and prepared to move forward, a thin white man dressed no differently from a local pilgrim walked up to Strange and said softly ,

"Kama Taj, come with me..."

Strange's eyes lit up, he looked left and right, then picked up his burden, followed behind this thin compatriot, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the intricate alleys ahead.

At this moment, the surgeon's heart was burning. He thought that he was only one step away from his dreamland.

On the other hand, Seber is also working hard in his own way.

"boom"

The owner of the rice shop was grabbed by the collar and lifted up from the ground. Saibo, who was wearing a silver visor, asked impatiently in Chinese,

"Do you have some guys here who always come to buy rice at a fixed time? And in large quantities?"

"Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

The boss opened his mouth to speak a series of local dialects, Saibo couldn't understand a word, but it didn't matter, there was a hint of teasing in his eyes under the visor,

"Stop playing, you know you can understand Chinese... from Cantonese, right?"

As soon as this question came out, the boss's eyes widened.

"You... how do you know?"

"Don't eat so many betel nuts next time..."

Saibo put him on the ground, stretched out his hand to help him pat the non-existent dust on his shoulders, took off his visor, revealing that very yellow face, and his tone became much softer, "Help me Get busy, I really need to find those people."

The boss hesitated for a moment, this hesitation itself was an answer, Saibo narrowed his eyes, took out a wad of green dollar bills from his bosom, stuffed them into the boss's hand,

"Look, as long as I "rob" your account book, you don't need to lie to others. I can see from your eyes that you are an honest person, and I won't make it difficult for you."

The boss touched the banknote in his hand, gritted his teeth, looked at the third cabinet behind Saibo with his eyes, then closed his eyes, and said in a low voice with generosity,

"Knock me out! I won't betray them!"

"Hahahaha, you are such an interesting person!"

Seber laughed and stretched out his hand to pinch the back of the boss's neck. He slumped on his chair. Seber turned around and grabbed the lock on the cabinet. With a light pinch, the old lock broke from the middle. Open, he took out a thick account book from it, put it aside and opened it, and found the record of the last month, seeing a record from 2 days ago, Seber's eyes immediately narrowed.

Missed this month...but that's okay, they always come at a fixed time every month to buy enough rice for 100 people for a month, that's enough.

Saibo tore open the ledger, put that page away, put it in his arms, and then threw the broken ledger everywhere, just for a show, you have to make a full set.

He couldn't afford to waste a month, so when he walked out of the gate of the rice store, Saibo was in a very good mood, but on the way back to the hotel, his nose suddenly twitched. In the thick sandalwood aroma, he smelled a faint smell of blood, and most importantly, that blood was mixed with other smells.

He looked around, and ran into the alley next to him, put the silver-white visor on his face, held the wooden box on his back in his hand, and ran out in the direction of the bloody smell.

"No, why is it always me!"

Strange desperately spread his legs and ran desperately in the alley behind the street. Behind him were four or five white men with fierce faces. Dagger, chasing Strange.

Yes, there may be people with unlucky luck in this world, but it will definitely not be this unlucky surgeon. He was deceived again. He felt something was wrong, but just as he was about to run, the road behind him was already tightly blocked, so he could only throw down his baggage full of clothes and head towards another direction.

And behind him, those gangsters didn't find the money, so naturally they wouldn't let it go.

"Give us the money, man, we don't want your life!"

"Bastard! Stop! Or I'll kill you!"

"Shit, you're dying, you bastard!"

Strange knew his own family affairs. Although he often practiced self-defense before he was injured, his fists were weak now, and he couldn't withstand the impact at all. In this case, running away was the best choice.

Behind him, a guy suddenly threw out the dagger in his hand, the blade whizzed across the air, Strange's ears moved, and the whole person lay on the ground in an ugly posture, almost Perfectly dodged the knife.

But what made him desperate was that the thin white man behind him took out a gun from his arms and faced him. The guy grinned grinningly and pulled the trigger. At this moment, Strange felt that everything around him became quiet, and even the speed of the bullet slowed down a lot.

At least it can be captured by the eyes. Everything around, everything in the whole world is completely silent, but extremely noisy, just like the ability of bullet time in movies. In Strange's eyes, this One second was filled at least three times, giving him time to dodge in a hurry.

"puff"

The bullet scratched his skin and spattered blood, but he miraculously avoided the deadly bullet... Yes, Strange is not a completely ordinary person, otherwise such a difficult spinal surgery would have It is impossible for him to achieve a 100% success rate.

But maybe he himself doesn't know how special his innate ability is.

"boom"

A figure jumped down from the roof next to him, glanced at Strange, then turned to look at the villains rushing over, he waved his hand, signaling them to attack, and in the eyes under the black hood, there was A trace of ferocity flashed across.