Chapter 1624 The Passing Demon

If you want to solve the problem once and for all, you must start from the root cause. If Haierbo didn't get rid of it for a day, no matter how many living corpses Maca killed, it was just giving the opponent an excuse to create more living corpses.

In the end, Maca still didn't take action against the group of living corpses all over the mountains and plains—considering many reasons, he finally decided to just trap them there first, and then deal with them after he figured it out or found Haierbo .

Of course, according to his habit, it is needless to say that there will be some backup hands there.

And after staying for several hours, when Maca took a lot of energy to roughly browse the entire Kent County and returned to the original camp, many wizards of the Blois family who saw him returning found him The mood does not seem to be very good.

"Mr. McLean."

The witch in charge who had been staying in this camp saw Maca appearing here, so Dang even walked up to him quickly and greeted him briefly.

"Well," Maca nodded slightly at her, "It's still the same, don't approach the central area of ​​the mist—that is, the area near Charing Town, and the rest of the area can continue to explore and investigate according to the original plan. This time I Although it took some time to scan the entire county, but after all, energy is limited, and there is no way to implement more details."

"Uh...Okay, Mr. McLean, I will convey it to the leaders of all the camps."

Probably also aware that Maca was in a bad mood, after she responded cautiously, she quickly turned around and went to work.

Maca watched her trotting away in a hurry, touched her face subconsciously, then couldn't help but shook her head with a wry smile.

Yes, it was indeed quite unpleasant for him not to be able to find Haierbo in the mist today. Even if he actually expected it long ago, this kind of result is equivalent to a bigger trouble, a development he doesn't want to see.

Hai Erbo is not here, which means that the difficulty for Maca to find him rises sharply in an instant.

And in the future, the longer the time dragged on, the higher the possibility of Haierbo recovering his strength, until the latter returned to the peak state that he could not match.

At that time, it's not that he went to trouble Haierbo, but Haierbo made a comeback again, setting off a new wave of unstoppable disasters.

"So, where should we go to find him next?" Maca sat down casually on the log by the campfire,

Slightly frowning, he thought, "London? Well...you can go to see it, but it seems unlikely...or else, go to the Reformation and find a way to get Trelawney to make another prophecy?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his head again.

"Forget it! Instead of looking for her, it's better to take some time to sit in the current centaur tribe..."

Of course, Maca still remembered that not long ago, in front of the ruins of Hogwarts Castle, Firenze mentioned the invitation of their current patriarch.

"...Well, let's go then!"

Before he finished speaking, he stood up again.

...

"Oh? Didn't you deal with it immediately?"

Let us push back the time a little bit, just when Maca left the countless living corpses near Charing Town, a figure wearing a cloak and wrapping himself tightly just happened to be somewhere somewhere He stopped in a dirty alley.

Under the hood, the hoarse voice was uncomfortable to hear.

"Forget it, it's nothing. Since you don't accept this gift from me, then it's fine... After all, the point is never there, is it?"

After saying this, the man in the cloak, who looked a little weird, stepped out again, and continued to walk along the alley slowly and steadily.

It was not long before he came out of the narrow, damp, dirty alley and into the street outside—though it was not so much a "street" as it might be to call it a larger Alley is more accurate.

Because, in fact, this place is also dirty, ugly, and decadent, and people don't want to get close to it.

But here, in fact, is the place where a group of homeless people linger in this city, and it is a "slum" nearby.

"Boom!"

On the side of the "street" full of sewage, a ragged, skinny man suddenly walked towards Hai Erbo who was passing by, but Hai Erbo kicked him away instantly.

He didn't use too much force, but even so, that random kick had already broken several ribs of the man, causing him to fall down and howl in the dirty puddle after rolling back to the side of the road up.

However, Haierbo didn't care, and neither did the others here.

Here, this kind of situation has long been common, how many people will die someday? Injury or something is simply a trivial matter that is not worth looking at.

The next moment, Hai Erbo, who was wearing a cloak, continued to pace forward without even changing the frequency of his steps.

That's right, in fact, the search results for maca in the mist are correct. Because no matter which city or even country Haierbo is currently in, he did not stay in Kent...or London.

This guy ran away, with serious injuries enough to die several times for ordinary people, and secretly hid in a corner of this world.

Such a situation is the most troublesome for Maca, and Haierbo indeed has enough thick skin to do such a despicable and wretched hiding behavior.

Maybe it was because of Hai Erbo's kick just now, those poor people on the side of the road didn't dare to provoke him again, after all, the "lesson from the past" at the beginning is still curled up on the ground and howling!

Not long after, Hai Erbo went straight through this messy-looking street, suddenly turned a corner at the end of the road, and entered a dangerous building that looked very unstable.

After staying for more than ten minutes, the man who was howling on the ground at first finally seemed to have no strength to cry out the pain, so he could only curl up there and grunt from time to time to show that he was actually still alive.

It has to be said that a place like this is so impersonal, with only pain, indifference and death, it is estimated that only Hai Erbo can look so appropriate and natural.

After that, overnight, this slum lost a group of people inexplicably—not all of them, but definitely not too few.

It's a pity that no one pays too much attention to this kind of thing. At best, someone would remember that, early the next morning, the cloaked weirdo left alone again.

It was like one of the many unknown passers-by in their incomplete lives.