Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v15 Chapter 24 Reunion Sai Sakuen

The memorial service was held as scheduled.

Iceland is a country with a mild climate, which is evident from its name. And the place where the memorial service is held is Long Beach, which is a very interesting place.

Legally speaking, it does not actually belong to the country Iceland. Because this is the place where the magic world is dedicated to worship the dead, and it has been the case since ancient times. Secular laws have no effect on the wizarding world, however, Sacrificial Long Beach is part of Iceland geographically.

Iceland's coastline has a very distinctive feature, the sand is black, coupled with the gloomy sky and deep blue water, a suffocating sense of sadness blows. This may be the reason why this country is not suitable for one person to live alone. The environment always has an impact on people's emotions.

Sacrificial Long Beach is located on a coast that is absolutely inaccessible to ordinary people, and from the map, it does not exist. A small number of elderly people know of its existence, but they are tight-lipped about it. This place exists in legends, and it is called the temporary residence of the dead.

The scenery here is more depressing than the ordinary sandy beach, the sea and the sky are one color, gloomy and unpleasant, and the sickly gray clouds lie in the sky like the palm of a dead man, and it looks as if it is going to rain. The sea was very calm, so calm that it was even uncomfortable.

He Shenyan stood in front of this scene with his hands behind his back, still in that black robe. Strange stood beside him, dressed in a black suit, very solemn, and even trimmed his beard.

"You're going to have a goatee instead? Looks like Tony finally doesn't have to call you a traitor."

Strange rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "I never admitted that we are bearded brothers, what is a betrayal? Besides, are you sure we really want to make a fake show and hold a memorial service for Wanda? I mean , she's not dead yet."

"She'll understand."

"...No, no one understands this kind of thing, right?"

"Oh, Strange."

He Shenyan sighed. He turned around on his shoulders, and behind them were all kinds of men and women wearing black suits or long skirts, and a decent memorial service venue jumped out in front of them. They even got a picture of Wanda out of nowhere.

The mage first smiled at the group of men and women who looked at them terribly, and then said softly to Strange, "Why don't you go and entertain some guests? Let me be quiet for a while, okay? I'm working."

"The magic in your body didn't even move. From my point of view, you seem to be just in a daze."

This time it was He Shenyan's turn to roll his eyes.

"Okay, I'm just in a daze, okay?" He pushed Strange out confidently. "Let me be quiet for a while."

Strange turned his head and stared at him and left, murmured in his mouth, and deliberately controlled the volume of the murmur to a level that he could just hear: "Damn Riddler..."

I'm not being the Riddler, Strange, I'm trying to save the world.

He Shenyan pouted and continued to stare at the sea level and began to 'daze'.

His spirit moved away from Sacrificial Long Beach in an instant and came to a dimension outside the earth. Here, the world is pitch black, and a red sofa floats in a dark space. A man with white hair and a red robe waved lazily at his spiritual body.

"Hello, Ho." He said with a smile. "Long time no see, uh, I noticed that you've gotten a lot stronger, it's funny. How could you still continue to grow?"

"Don't call me by my name so affectionately."

He Shenyan gave him a **** expressionlessly, but it made the latter's smile even more exuberant. He seemed to sigh sadly: "Old Sishorn has been waiting for you for a long time, why are you only here now?"

"If I could, I really want to never have to see you again, but why did you **** throw your broken book on the earth again?"

"It's not my fault."

Sishorn spread his hands and shook his head innocently: "The Book of Darkness is just a book, I can't move it, and it has no self-will. You should blame the meteorite that brought it back to Earth. ."

"Then swear to me, that meteorite was not arranged by you."

Sithone looked away.

He began to whistle in a familiar tone, the opening song of Tom and Jerry. The cheerful tune made He Shenyan's spiritual body narrow his eyes, and his spiritual body faithfully simulated the physical situation. There are bulging veins on the forehead.

Just as he was about to say something, Sishorn spoke first: "I noticed that you are planning to hold a memorial service for your friend Wanda, dear Ho."

Sishorn stood up from the sofa with a smile, bowed to He Shenyan, and said in a clown-like tone, "But she's not dead yet."

He Shenyan just looked at him coldly.

He has dealt with Sithone many times, and the nature of this guy can be summed up in three words, a fun person. He is a pure fun person who can't be purer, and he doesn't care about other things except for having principles and never personally interfering in the world.

As long as this incident can bring him enough fun~www.novelbuddy.com~Sishorn is even happy to slap himself in the face.

He has done this many times, like the one in 1973. A group of cultists tried to summon him to destroy the world with the Book of Darkness. They struggled for five days under the joint siege of the British army and the Kama Taj Masters who came to support them. When the death count finally reached the Book of Darkness. When the request of the spell, Sishorn really came.

Then he left.

The cultists looked at each other, and Sithone's words echoed in their ears: "I'm allergic to destroying the world recently."

Then they died.

"What you say next should be of particular interest and satisfaction to me, Sishorn. Otherwise I'll throw your televised mouth off the face of the earth right away."

"Thirty years."

He immediately began haggling, almost begging. Even the appearance of the handsome white-haired man changed.

Transformed into a cute girl with a parasol and a red Lolita-style dress. She looked at her cheeks and said in a cute voice in Japanese, "Please!"

"...Do you have no bottom line at all?"

Sishorn shook his head innocently, tilting his head to make a very cute look.

He Shenyan sighed: "...Twenty years, only those who want to kill people with the Dark Book of God are allowed to scourge."

"make a deal!"

Sishorn nodded immediately, and the girl's form disappeared again, returning to the image of a white-haired man. He smiled without image: "Your friend is not dead, she is being haunted by a group of ghosts from the past in another parallel universe."

He Shenyan frowned.

Now, he had to think about another thing.

...Is the fun guy Sithone telling the truth?