I am a mind mage

Chapter 25 The Mysterious Monk
"This is too slow, let's go directly to the central area."

Guo An waited so long to get this "Forbidden Statue", so he followed the sequence of buttons leading to the central area in "Investigation" and tried it out.

"What are you going to do?"

The coach asked, looking at Guo An who was manipulating the buttons on the table.

"You just need to follow my instructions when the time comes!"

With the last button pressed.

Another white light enveloped them, and the four people disappeared.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Wesker covered his mouth with his wrinkled palm, and when he opened it, he found a mouthful of blood in his palm.

Looking at the gold object on the ground that looked like two bones crossed and fused together, Wesker struggled to free five fingers from the hand of a certain corpse, picked it up and hung it around his neck.

"It's called Frenzy? Good name."

Wesker looked at the corpses on the ground with their heads split open and the blood-white liquid mingling with them covering the ground, and he limped to the room in the passage.

"I really don't know when the fight will last."

Wesker wiped his cloudy eyes. He just celebrated his 56th birthday this year, but he was still doing things he only did when he was 30 or [-] years old.

Very ironic.

"Let's go!"

He pressed the button heavily, thinking that if he stayed in this passage, there would be other uninvited guests.

Rather than waiting to die, it is better to go to the next passage, maybe there will be adventures!
Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared, and Wesker's figure disappeared in an instant accompanied by white light.

"ah."

Even though he had teleported two or three times, Wesker was still not used to the feeling of stagnation and vomiting after the teleportation.

After a while, he began to look around.

"Huh? Isn't this a passage?"

Wesker's eyelids that looked like dead wood blinked a few times before he saw clearly that this place looked like a square.

There is a faint bright red stripe line on the opaque ground, which is particularly eye-catching.

Ahead is a relatively narrow aisle, but it's not covered with glowing vines like the walls of the aisle that Wesker doesn't like.

Walking along the red striped line, Wesker vomited the blood in his chest while walking while leaning on the wall of the aisle.

"Ice skating."

When Wesker supported the wall, the cool touch in his hands eased his anxiety a little.

"Wesker!"

Immediately, Wesker's eyes and pupils constricted, and his slightly bent body instantly straightened, staring at the source of the sound in front of him, just like the situation when a very hungry vulture meets its prey.

"Don't panic, this is the central area of ​​the dark labyrinth, I can restore you to your full power!"

As if seeing Wesker's reaction as if he was facing an enemy, the voice came again.

Wesker, full of suspicion, walked slowly while holding on to the wall.

After walking for a while, I saw the red stripe extending beyond the aisle, and finally converged with a certain silver-white disc.

And the silver-white disc is a person wearing a yellow Buddhist Taoist robe, his head is covered by a yellow cloth, and the tender, slender and fair skin of the exposed hands shows the young age of the owner.

Against the background of the dark fragments, it feels both good and evil.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency is."

Wesker looked at this man as if he was a monk from an eastern country meditating. It was just the voice of the conversation with him just now, which made Wesker feel a little wrong.

"The voice is rough, sounds like some middle-aged guy with a big belly who likes to buy burgers from food trucks on the streets of New York."

However, Wesker wasn't too entangled. This copy of the game was already miraculous. There were hordes of corpses ravaging the world, and the voice of a middle-aged man in a child's body wouldn't appear.

Wesker approached the monk cautiously.

When I walked in front of the monk, I imitated him and sat up cross-legged.

It's just that Wesker didn't know whether he was old or had injured his thigh during the struggle just now, so it was really uncomfortable to cross his legs.

After finally adjusting the cross-legged posture, Wesker looked up and found two particularly dark arms behind the young monk sitting cross-legged.

"I've been to India to visit the Taj Mahal before, and there are these Buddhist figures with more than two arms sitting cross-legged. Could it be that he is too?"

Wesker was amazed when he saw that the monk's arms were still shaking behind his back.

"I didn't expect to see the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara in Buddhism here."

Wesker was very sincere, put his hands together, and saluted the monk in front of him.

"Hello, you just said that you can restore my prime?"

Seeing that the monk didn't move much, Wesker asked himself first.

"Exactly."

"I don't know what the price is?"

Wesker's eyes shone with a certain kind of light. After living for half a century, he naturally understood the truth that he had to pay for the benefits.

"In your hand, uh."

"Damn it, why does he have three pieces of equipment? Guo, which one do you want?"

At this time, the monk's words stopped abruptly, and he just made Wesker stunned.

"It's useless."

"Row."

A small voice sounded in the darkness.

It's just that Wesker was staring at the monk in front of him, and didn't pay attention.

"Need the useless stick in your hand."

The monk's tone was still calm and composed, as if the embarrassment he had just said in the middle of his speech had never appeared.

"This"

Hearing that a "useless stick" was needed, Wesker had a hard time.

I have just arrived, this big stick is not only light, but also extremely destructive, as soon as the stick is clanged on the head, blood will be seen.

He also relied on this big stick to pass five levels and kill six generals.

Now he has to use it as the price for his own recovery, which makes him a little troubled.

"Monk, this big stick is very meaningful to me. I wonder if I can replace this "useless big stick" with the "giant's belt" and "fanaticism"?"

Wesker asked with a gloomy look on his face.

"This person would rather give two pieces of equipment than exchange this big stick? My God, what is he going to do with this big stick?"

"Damn it, look, there's still blood on his stick, God!"

At this time, there were bursts of gasping sounds in the darkness.

"In that case, let's exchange."

The monk nodded, and pointed the fingers of his left hand to put the spare parts on the disc.

Wesker was also very nervous, wondering if this could really restore his strength.

I had to close my eyes and put the two items on it.

"very good!"

When the monk saw the equipment laid out, he pointed with his right hand.

In an instant, Wesker seemed to be back at the swimming pool of the villa he had just purchased a few years ago.

"Dad, come and play!"

Seeing all the beauties around the pool surrounded by fat, swallows and thin, and the table full of apple pies around him, I was suddenly surprised.

Afterwards, his whole body felt so refreshed suddenly that he had no choice but to growl with a deep roar.

"Huh! Your father is so manly!"

Wesker, who felt that his body was glowing with infinite vitality, looked at his wrinkled hands, which had become much smoother at this moment.

"God bless me, I feel like I'm 20 years younger!"

Wesker took a running start, held up a few times on the springboard of the swimming pool, and then rolled forward and jumped into the water.

"Woohoo~ Your father has taken off!"

Next to Wesker's son, the girl with a healthy body of oleracea and golden hair covered her mouth and shouted.

"Tch, I'm coming too!"

Seeing his standard-sized son also jumping into the water, Wesker happily fought water fights with his son and many beauties in the swimming pool.

"Guo, why does your current 'Shenghei' have a psychedelic function?"

The coach sat on the disc with Guo An, who was wearing a monk's uniform, and watched Wesker make a volleyball gesture and beat the air in front of him, possibly trying to make the two coach Guo An hypoxic and unconscious.

In the end, he was doing something like a bodybuilder showing off his biceps, triceps, chest muscles, etc. when he goes on stage.

(End of this chapter)