The Death Knell

In the past, others begged him for treatment, but later he begged others for treatment, but he couldn't get it.

Last night, Strange talked about this topic with Master Cunkou Wang when he was getting a haircut. People say that in the East, it is called retribution. You have delayed countless patients in the past, and now you will be delayed as well. It's that simple.

Huaxi Village is indeed the best village in the world in front of Kama Taj Mountain. Even the words spoken by the barber are full of philosophy.

Strange realized his past mistakes through his words, and began to think about whether the damage to his hands was really manipulated by an invisible god to punish him for his past attitude towards the poor.

So today, not only did his appearance change, but his mental outlook was also somewhat different, as if he had realized something.

But after a whole day, I still couldn't get in.

In the evening, it was the same time as last night again, and the door creaked open again. The greasy shirtless man showed his head with a pleasant smile, took away yesterday's rice bowl, and handed him a plate with a large strip of meat in it. fish.

"The Supreme Mage went fishing with Odin during the day. I'm worried that you'll starve to death, so I'll give you one. I'm the Archmage of Kama Taj, Mordu."

"Hello, Master."

"I like people who can withstand torture. Let's talk while you eat?"

"Okay, Master."

Strange, who hadn't eaten in a day, was already getting started.

Mordo squatted down, his greasy eyes moved from Strange's face to his butt, and then to his trembling hands:

"Are you looking for someone to help you heal your hand?"

"Yes, I am a surgeon, and my hands are the meaning of my existence."

The man with the mustache replied, turning slightly because he felt that Modu's eyes were strange.

"Then if you heal your hand, what can you do?" Modu took out a small whip from his waistband and slapped his chest, like a cow's tail driving away bullies, with great force.

"I still want to treat diseases and save people. I was too shallow in the past when I only treated rich people. I know that."

The doctor was holding a piece of fish in his mouth, and his mustache was covered with white debris.

The mage shook his head and stood up holding the bowl: "As a sorcerer, as long as the life and death of ordinary people does not affect the operation of the universe and the earth, it has nothing to do with us. Your answer cannot convince the Supreme Mage."

Strange sighed. He could accept this, but he felt a little sad in his heart: "It sounds a bit heartless, just like me in the past."

Modu gave the doctor a little hope, but then wanted to see him despair. He smiled wickedly, used the whip to give himself a little pleasure, and said:

"There is a saying in the East, 'Heaven and Earth are unkind and treat all things as sluts.' It means that Heaven and Earth treat all things the same. They are not particularly good to anyone or particularly bad to anyone. Everything develops naturally. The Supreme Mage is the human magic world. God, your value does not lie in how many mortals you can save after healing your hands, because that is of no significance to the master."

The doctor was a little confused. He didn't understand at all. Did the Supreme Master dislike him for not understanding Eastern culture?

"What should I do?" He gave up trying to figure it out and directly asked Master Modo, who was a bit strange but seemed very kind.

"How can I guess what the Supreme Mage is thinking? By the way, do you smoke?" Modu shook his head, then flipped his palm and transformed a box of 'Hua Zi', and moved it in front of Strange and gave way: "Smoke this , don’t loosen your throat.”

Strange finished chewing the fish and politely declined: "I am a surgeon. Nicotine is not good for the nerves, so I never smoke."

Modu suddenly changed his face, snorted coldly and took away the plate:

"The Supreme Master has something to say to you: Don't even smoke? This means that you don't understand the principle of 'betel nut and smoke, the power is boundless'. What kind of mage do you want to be?! He doesn't like you! Let's go."

After saying these words, the red painted door slammed shut, almost pinching Strange's pointed nose.

The doctor slowly stood up from his kneeling position, lowered his head and walked away thoughtfully.

The next day, Strange used the money he earned from working in the village last night to buy a pack of cigarettes. He knelt down at the door of Kama Taj and smoked one cigarette after another, opening a few packs from time to time. Betel nut is chewed in the mouth.

He didn't know if it was because of his boundless power, but he just felt terribly nauseous, dizzy, his nerves were still in a weird excitement, and his throat was burning.

He smoked a cigarette from morning till night, and he was almost speechless.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the door opened again, and old men with white beards and celestial spirits appeared. The other person had a cold expression and handed him a roasted bear paw as soon as he came up. This was obviously Stellan's. Qi got the subsistence allowance today.

"you eat."

"Master, are you the one?" Strange was a little excited. He knew what the Eastern immortals were like, and the person in front of him almost matched that understanding. It was as if he would step on a crane and fly away in the next moment. strength.

"Yes, I am Guardian Hamil." The other party held the top of his head to prevent him from rushing over, then turned his hand and conjured a jar: "Drink?"

This was a question. He asked Strange if he drank.

Strange was a little embarrassed. He had spent the whole day drinking cigarettes and betel nut, and he was so dizzy that he could still drink.

"I got into a car accident just because I went to a banquet. I will never drink again."

"He said, if you don't like the wine, you can leave."

After saying that, Hamil closed the door, leaving only the doctor holding the bear's paw outside the door messy in the night wind.

On the third day, Strange prepared cigarettes and alcohol, and knelt down at the door of Kama Taj, smoking and drinking. By noon, he was a little confused, but he felt the numbness in his brain. Long lost relaxation.

Even my knees on the stone floor no longer hurt, my waist is no longer sore, and I can climb several floors in one breath.

With the help of alcohol, time obviously passed much faster. He quickly waited until midnight today, and this time the person who opened the door was a pair of teeth suspended in the air.

In fact, he was a bald black man wearing a black robe, who was invisible at night.

The food given by the other party this time was also very strange. It was something Strange had never seen before. It seemed like a chicken with eight legs and eight wings. After being roasted, it lay on its back on the plate with its legs in the air.

"The Supreme Master went to the planet Sparta for a banquet today. By the way, he brought back some alien palace dishes for everyone to try. I will give you a chicken to prevent you from starving to death."

Strange has gradually gotten used to it, and now he looks forward to this door opening every day, allowing him to briefly touch hope.

Hope of living.

He didn't feel that the person was making things difficult for him. Instead, he felt that the perpetrator was very kind to him. Taking the roast chicken, he asked movedly: "What is your name, Master?"

"Daniel Durham, Archmage of Karma Taj, candidate for the resident mage of the New York Temple." The other party touched his bald head and looked at the doctor's hair: "Has your hair been permed?"

"No, I have natural curls." Strange told the truth while chewing on the chicken leg.

The black mage sighed and shook his head as he closed the door:

"The Supreme Mage said that he doesn't like you even if you don't perm your hair! Just eat and leave."

The American doctor nodded repeatedly. He already knew what he was going to do after work tonight.

Smoking, drinking, perming your hair

There should be other tests later, right? No matter what, you must do it!

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