I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 877, Section 872: Mistaken Entry
Ten "spiritual-reversing pills" were swallowed.

The same familiar feeling washed over him again, but this time Maren did not let himself completely drift along and enter the memories in the most random way. Instead, he subtly guided the flow.

Guidance on martial arts.

However, Mar and Eng did not follow the guidance completely. Instead, they skipped many memory fragments with strong gravitational pull according to the pre-prepared random numbers and randomly moved towards the depths of memory.

Then, he fell toward a memory that he didn't feel as strongly about.

He instinctively reached out to grab something, and his mental energy instantly spread throughout his body. However, he quickly withdrew his mental energy and opened his eyes to calmly observe his surroundings.

His body was indeed in the air, but not entirely falling downwards.

My body was tracing a parabola as it flew rapidly forward, while many other figures around me were also tracing the same parabola, only they were more precise and faster.

Then, he also noticed the scenery beneath him.

An endless expanse of dense forest.

As the other figures fell into the treetops, they would gently tiptoe, and then, seemingly relying on this unreasonable force, leap high again, forming an elegant parabola.

Seeing this, Ma En immediately used his telekinesis to adjust his body, making himself appear to be moving in the same way as the other leaping figures.

And so, he began to leap and jump among the other figures.

After jumping around for more than ten minutes, a series of mountain ranges began to appear before their eyes. The tops of these mountains also showed obvious signs of being artificially leveled, and many Eastern Federation buildings had been erected there.

Meanwhile, many figures around Marne also jumped towards some kind of hilltop.

He quickly followed.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be a place where martial arts are practiced, and those figures leaping on the branches must be martial artists. I seem to have learned martial arts in a place like this before.

But what time is it now? Is it before or after I went to prison? Have I not yet started messing around with the magician, or have I already turned over a new leaf? Or am I just carrying out some kind of "undercover" mission?
Many questions arose in Marx and Engels' minds, and there was only one way to answer them.

He fell down.

Those who were also leaping among the trees were all wearing the exact same loose white clothes, and they had already formed several loose rows in the square, clearly waiting for something.

Seeing this, Marne naturally walked into the crowd and tried to hide himself among them.

But when he stepped into the crowd, the other martial artists scattered like a school of fish encountering a predator, leaving Ma En with his own space and making him completely exposed.

This scene clearly tells a lot.

It seems he wasn't invisible among this group of martial artists.

Just as Ma En was observing his surroundings, a kind-faced old man slowly walked towards the group of martial artists who had just landed, scrutinizing them with slightly narrowed eyes.

When he saw Marne, he visibly paused.

Then, he went directly to Marx and Engels:

"what happened to you?"

The old man's voice was calm yet powerful.

Marne paused, then continued:

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

The old man nodded, seemingly accepting his explanation, but he did not stop walking forward. He walked directly to Ma En and raised his hand, placing it on the inside of Ma En's wrist.

Marne did not attempt to resist. The old man opened his eyes, his gaze as dark as an abyss:
Who touched you?

Mar and Eng shook their heads, trying to appear calm:
"No, no..."

The old man's expression grew increasingly serious:
"I'm here, are you afraid that anyone can hurt you in front of me?"

He paused for a moment, then continued to press for answers:
"Is he or she one of our disciples, your senior uncle? Don't worry, even if your grandmaster did this, I will uphold justice for you. Just tell me directly."

After all, he didn't know what to say.

The old man's tone became a few degrees harsher:

"If no one touched you, then who crippled your martial arts? Did someone have something on you that makes you afraid to tell us what happened?"

Mar and Eng have also realized what's going on.

Although the old man did not have the ability to see through his own situation, he could see that his current martial arts skills were not commensurate with his past skills, which was similar to how Li Hu had once seen through his identity.

Upon realizing this problem, Ma En had already begun to quietly activate the anti-mind medicine within his body, but he did not immediately attempt the leap. Instead, he wanted to first try to understand the past situation as much as possible.

Ma En recalled what Li Hongyu had taught him, trying to find some excuse to stall for time:

"I messed up my training..."

Instantly, Ma En felt the old man's grip on his hand tighten.

He asked with a serious expression:

"You've practiced demonic arts?"

Marx and Engels quickly replied:
"No."

As if he didn't believe it, the old man raised his left hand and slapped it towards Ma En's chest.

Marne quickly activated the anti-spiritual medicine within his body, but offered no resistance.

The old man's hand landed lightly on Ma En's chest, but Ma En had the illusion that he was about to be killed and felt a strong urge to run away.

But he held back.

"What exactly happened?" The old man withdrew his hand in confusion. "Your martial arts skills have all disappeared, and it doesn't seem like someone crippled you, nor does it seem like you had a problem with your own training."

"There is no sign of any evil cultivation techniques..."

Marx and Engels remained standing in the same spot, completely unharmed.
"I don't know what's going on."

The old man raised his head, his gaze becoming increasingly sharp:

"You come with me."

Then, he waved to the other disciples, signaling them to disperse, and then led Ma En into the depths of the mountain without saying a word, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

Seemingly to offer comfort, the old man suddenly spoke:
“Your situation is rather special. I need to take you to see my senior brother so he can see what happened to you. But don’t be afraid. As long as you haven’t secretly practiced any evil techniques, you’ll be fine.”

Mar and Eng, somewhat tactlessly, asked:

What would happen if someone secretly practiced an unorthodox martial art?

The old man suddenly turned around and looked at him with a very serious expression:
I will kill you with my own hands.