I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 879, Section 874: The Land Without Light
Although he was prepared for danger, by the time Ma En moved, his head had already been removed from his neck, and he had no idea when the attack had taken place.

Yes, he could sense that the other person had opened their eyes, but he couldn't understand when it happened.

Moreover, Ma En was quite certain that this feeling was not because he was unaware of the attack power of a Rank VI martial artist, but because the martial artist known as Senior Brother was indeed that strong.

This also shows that he had seen such attacks before.

Even if he wasn't the target of that attack.

Shaking his head, Ma En walked out of the dark alley.

This time, he did not enter a memory that was too close to martial arts.

He had just used up two Reverse Spirit Medicine pills, half of which were because he had seen his senior brother make a move; the information contained in his attack far exceeded that of ordinary conversations and communication.

Of course, this isn't all bad. It's also a kind of deep exploration of memories, and compared to those mundane conversations, this situation allows his mental strength to recover much faster.

However, it is clear that those martial arts masters can detect changes in their own martial arts level. It seems that martial arts practitioners have a way to easily identify the martial arts level of others, which was not entirely expected by Marx and Engels.

Obviously, if one easily approaches memories with a high concentration of martial arts, one is likely to return to the scene where one was living in "Wangtianmen" and may encounter similar situations again.

Even if he tries to avoid direct contact with his senior brother, it could still lead to increasingly abnormal memories, causing instability and collapse due to this deviation, thus consuming his precious anti-mind medicine.

Therefore, he chose a memory that seemed more ordinary to enter.

That's why he was alone in this alley.

First of all, there were no signs of his cronies around him, and there was nothing unusual about it. This seemed to be exactly what Maren had been looking forward to: a past that he could freely explore.

Very similar.

Marne returned to the dark street. There were no pedestrians in his field of vision, and the few streetlights not far away were not powered on, as if the whole world had fallen into some kind of terrible darkness.

Clearly, this silence was unusual.

The cities of the past world were closer to the futuristic cities in science fiction novels. The previous times he entered the cities of his memories, he felt as if he had entered some kind of city that never sleeps with super infrastructure. Energy was obviously not a problem for the Federation in the past, so this scene was obviously not because the Federation suddenly wanted to save energy.

The surrounding buildings were still quite magnificent, with many buildings reaching at least several hundred meters in height, and their upper parts were completely submerged in pure darkness.

The darkness that even Marx and Engels could not see through.

That is to say, it is not simply a slightly dark place, but a truly dark place.

Maren narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Karina?"

no answer.

If this scene was caused by Karina, it would be a good thing for Ma En, since being able to contact people from the past who exist in the present would make it more likely that he could uncover useful information.

But in the past, anything could have existed.

Ma En prepared to leap again and began creating many spikes, letting them sink into the darkness around him and stand by, while using his telekinesis to create layers of protection around himself.

Then he started walking along the street.

Mar and Eng walked aimlessly for more than ten minutes.

But nothing happened.

It was as if he had simply stumbled into some strange place, or perhaps this was some kind of peculiar zone that his past self could enter, but his present self simply didn't know how to leave. Perhaps he should try to find a way to leave this place on his own.

The instant this thought arose, indistinct footsteps appeared not far behind him.

With a hint of curiosity, Ma En continued walking forward.

However, the sound did not follow immediately.

Perhaps he should look back and see what happened...

Just as he was thinking this, the footsteps sounded again, and this time they were much clearer; it was clearly the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

Then, the sound began to move towards Marx and Engels at a steady pace.

Marne continued walking forward, but deliberately slowed his pace.

He didn't stop or turn around immediately, lest he scare away what was behind him. If he wasn't mistaken, the voice following him was the reason for the scene before him, and also the way he escaped from this place.

However, just as he slowed down, the other person's footsteps also paused for a moment.

Seeing this, Marx and Engels quickened their pace.

Sure enough, the other party immediately followed.

After confirming the other party's reaction, Ma En continued to walk at a relatively fast pace, but as slowly as possible than the footsteps he heard, and his steps carried a hint of panic.

Upon seeing this, the other party seemed to have its ferocity aroused by the prey's show of weakness, and quickly ran towards Ma En's back. Hearing this sound, he instantly gathered his mental power and ran forward at the same time.

Slower than the opponent.

They fled in panic, but it was to no avail.

The terrifying voice followed him like a ghost, and as his breathing became more labored, the voice grew closer and closer. Then, suddenly, Ma En felt a heaviness behind him.

A chilling breeze brushed against his ear:

"am I pretty?"

Marne turned his head and saw a blood-red, hollow, rotten face.

Snapped.

With a whooshing sound, the woman's figure suddenly flew backward like a rag doll, and a piercing scream suddenly pierced into Ma En's brain, trying to vaporize his head completely.

At the same time, Ma En also sensed the intensity of the other party's mental power.

It has just entered the IV level.

The woman, suspended in mid-air, frantically scratched at her neck, as if an invisible rope was tightly binding her there. Her gaze towards Ma En was also quite vicious and sinister.

Mar and Eng raised their heads curiously and looked at the other person, saying:
"what are you?"

The woman opened her mouth, and the few remaining bits of skin on her face began to melt.
"I curse you, I curse you to never find happiness, and everyone who loves you will..."

Without a word, Marx rose from the ground, transforming into a giant tens of meters tall in front of the woman. He then reached out and grabbed the invisible rope, hoisting her up to him.
"I'm not very good at using mental power, so I might lose control and crush you. You can choose to answer my questions now, or I can go directly into your mind and see for myself."

"But you won't have a chance to speak then."