This time I forgot: "Then... wouldn't it be okay to cut off the shoulder?"

"It should be fine if it's someone else's."

Fang Mo shook his head: "But if you say it, it probably won't work."

"Why?" Strange was a little anxious when he heard this. The hope of healing his arms was already close at hand, but now that the other party rejected him again, he immediately became nervous again.

"With all due respect."

Fang Mo pretended to look at Strange, and then asked with a serious face: "You didn't lose your arms by accident, right?"

"really."

When Gu Yi next to him saw this, he also deliberately helped: "He has residual black magic aura on his body, which is very similar to the dimensional demon Sargeras you fought against before."

"Have you ever practiced black magic?"

Fang Mo saw the extremely complicated expression on Strange's face and asked deliberately.

"I...just heard of this name."

Strange is really confused now. He was really smart in the first place, but the hope of healing his arms is just around the corner. In addition, the other party mentioned the evil god Sargeras, and Fang Mo and Gu Yi were like singing a double act.

, his brain was indeed a bit down.

"Have you ever offended a black mage?"

Fang Mo almost couldn't hold back and wanted to laugh, but he still looked at Strange deliberately and seriously: "Did they make you like this?"

"I……"

"Mr. Strange, I hope you can answer this question seriously."

Before Strange could answer, Ancient One persuaded him again: "This is related to whether your injury can be cured, and it is also related to the safety of the world, because Sargeras is really a very terrifying existence.

”….

"Okay, here's the thing."

Strange, who was deceived by the two men, sighed and started to explain: "I was driving one night, and there was a car accident on the road. When I woke up, a strange man in a robe was standing in front of me.

In front of me, he told me that Sargeras wanted your arms, and then... he cut off my arms."

"Actually, if I just cut off my arms, with my connections in New York, I should be able to find a way to transplant a pair of arms..."

When Strange said this, a strange look appeared on his face: "In fact, I did this. I applied for a healthy arm through formal channels, but the day after the transplant, my hand

It started to rot, and the hospital couldn't find out the cause at all, and there was no rejection reaction on the test results."

"I thought it was an arm problem, so I tried several times and transplanted several different arms, but the results were the same. At this moment, I realized that I might never have hands again in my life."

Strange said helplessly: "If you say I have black magic, then this should be it."

"Yes, this is indeed the power of black magic."

After listening to Stellan's statement, Fang Mo also nodded: "The magic power of Sargeras is attached to you, preventing you from regaining your life."

"So who is this Sargeras?"

When Strange heard this, he was also puzzled and asked: "Why on earth would he do this to me? Do I know him?"

"Actually, this is something we find strange."

Ancient One also spoke next to him: "If you are just an ordinary person, why would he let his followers specifically target you?"

"So who exactly is Sargeras..."

"He is an evil god."

Fang Mo gave Strange a brief introduction: "There is a being in this world called the Dimension Demon God. They want to destroy the earth and devour humans, and Sargeras is one of them."

"Huh? Dimension Demon? Destroy the Earth?"

Strange was a little confused: "Really or not...aren't the so-called gods aliens? I heard that there is an Asgardian Thor in the Avengers, but in

It seems to me that he is just an alien. Can this thing destroy the earth?"

"Gan, it's too difficult to explain this to Muggles..."

Hearing Strange's question, Fang Mo also sighed, then turned directly to look at Ancient One: "Come on, bring out his astral body and let him open his eyes."

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Gu nodded and then walked directly towards Strange.

"Wait, what do you want to do..."

Strange became wary when he saw this, but now he is just an ordinary person, and he has lost his arms. He is completely unable to resist in front of the Supreme Mage Ancient One, and he was slapped on the forehead by her in an instant.

I don’t know what spell Gu Yi used here.

In short, Strange was stunned in place, but his consciousness kept wandering around the multiverse, witnessing the wonders of three thousand worlds in an instant.

And when his consciousness returned to his body.

He fell directly to the ground, gasping and saying: "Oh my God, what is this? You couldn't secretly give me a hallucinogen, right?"

"I just let you see a more real and broader world."

Ancient One said.

"Okay, I told you I'm not interested in these." Strange squirmed on the ground like a bug for a long time, and then he reluctantly got up from the ground: "I only care about my arm, it can be cured

"?"

"I'll try my best."

Fang Mo tried not to show a malicious smile: "But I still can't figure out why Sargeras specifically ordered his followers to cut off your arm. I suspect this may be an entry point... If you don't figure it out, even if you are cured,

Your arm is useless, sooner or later it will be cut off."

"I……"

Strange was speechless when he heard this. He really didn't know that dimensional demon, and he knew why he was targeting him.

"Forget it, come with me first and I'll find a way to help you heal your arm first."

Seeing Strange looking like he was about to cry, Fang Mo also waved his hand: "As for Sargeras' conspiracy... we will find a way to study it later."

"Thank you very much."

Hearing that the other party planned to treat his broken hand, Strange's eyes immediately lit up and he quickly thanked him.
Chapter completed!