Chapter 1411

"What's going on? Myself and the dialogue between halbo and Marka... Is this an illusion or a reality? Why are Marka and halbo connected..."

"Or... Maka... Is he the so-called 'spy'? No, no, I must have made a mistake... Maka is a spy? This idea is stupid. How can it be?"

"Ah... Damn, I don't understand at all!"

At this moment, perhaps it was because he met something that was so unacceptable that Ron ignored all the unbearable itches for the time being.

But no matter how tangled and chaotic he is, no matter how he wants to open his eyes to see it with his own eyes, the whole body still seems to be sincerely resisting his control, and even a little thumb can't be lifted.

"Am I really dead? So if I become a ghost, can I remember these things clearly? At present... What kind of state am I in? Is the conversation voice in my ear... Real?"

However, while Ron's thoughts were in a mess, the vague and sometimes clear dialogue continued.

"I see... So, helbo, do you have anything else to say to me? You know, before your plan is completely successful, you and I had better have less contact."

"Hum, I know what you want me to say... Boy, don't worry, you'll get everything you want when it's done! You don't need identity and status, you just want the mystery of Magic - you and I are the same kind of person, so I know very well!"

"So?"

"I have promised you, haven't I? Even I can't break the real 'complete soul contract'. Aren't you willing to help me just because you trust its effectiveness? When the time comes, I will show you the most real appearance of the world, and you will witness the true meaning of magic!"

"Remember what you said --"

Before the words were heard, there was only a "poof" sound, and the whole church suddenly quieted down... It seems that Haier Bo has left?

But the next second, Ron heard Maka's voice and suddenly hummed coldly.

"'despicable 'halbo... Only if he can believe all his words can there be a ghost! Unfortunately, he seems to be the only living ancient wizard in the world."

As he spoke, Ron heard another sound of footsteps coming towards him from far to near.

"He's coming? It's Marca... Coming?"

If Ron had heard the conversation before, he would have expected the other party to come and have a good look at him. If anyone can help him out of this situation and really wake him up, it seems that Maka is the only one.

Yes, whether it's still alive or about to become a ghost... Even if it's just a reflection, it'll be completely dead in a moment!

At least, he did not want to linger in this unprovoked pain.

But now, he just wants the other party to forget his existence. The farther away from him, the better! Because, if he is really alive, as a eavesdropper who has overheard some secrets, he will probably only end up "dying again".

"Oh, have I died once?"

This inexplicable cold joke flashed in his consciousness, but Ron felt even more frightened.

"No, don't come here! Go away -"

He kept shouting in his heart, but the footsteps were still getting closer and closer. When the other party stopped, it seemed that it was less than a foot.

After that, there was another very difficult silence - what the other party was doing around him, and Ron obviously had no way to know.

After staying for a moment, Maka's voice finally rang again.

"It's really an incompetent and unlucky guy who died here... Well, since they're all dead, I'll give you the 'great credit' upstairs! In this way, there's a saying about the scene above -"

After hearing the other party say so, Ron felt a sudden light before he could feel lucky. The next moment, he floated up and up.

"Bang!"

A few seconds later, even though he felt gravity again, he was thrown back to the floor very rudely.

Maybe it was such a smash that triggered something. Ron just felt that the pain and itching on his body suddenly increased, and he almost jumped up. But the pain came and went as quickly. Before long, he felt that the unparalleled itch receded like the tide, and the whole person relaxed in an instant.

At that moment, his body suddenly twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

“！”

Ron subconsciously opened his mouth, but soon he realized that the other party might not have left, which made him shut his mouth immediately.

Immediately, I saw that he was still a little astringent, rigidly controlling his muscles, and climbed up with his hands and feet.

Just as he turned his head to look at the broken stairs, he didn't know whether it was "clever" or "bad". The figure silently disappeared in the distortion of space, and immediately remained in his eyes.

Even though it was only a brief visual residue, Ron saw the figure clearly - yes, he could not remember the man's appearance wrong after watching it for so many years.

That's Maka! Marca McLean!

After a few seconds of silence, Ron looked at the empty church hall downstairs and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Why?"

Just thinking, he suddenly shook his head again.

"No, it's definitely not Marca's... absolutely not."

Once upon a time, he doubted Maka and even questioned him loudly by holding each other's collar. It turned out that he was wrong that time.

Yes, if you want to doubt and question everything, he usually makes a mistake. How could he have made such a low-level mistake now?

So many past shows how Maka is. Until now, isn't he clear enough?

"But... The spy is' Marca '... There must be nothing wrong with it." Ron closed his eyes a little and combed. "The problem is, how can I tear his mask? Where is the real Marca?"

"... this can't be told to anyone, because since that guy can pretend to be Marca, at least he is much better than everyone in strength! It's too dangerous. The facts witnessed here today may be detected by saying more... No, it should be said that it's impossible for me to do it again in front of him!"

Thinking of this, Ron finally seemed to remember something. He opened his eyes and looked down at his body.

"I'm... Still alive?"