ca-book Chapter 253 Mysticism
Chapter 253 Mysticism
Chapter 253 Mysticism
"Boom!!!"
A white ashtray jumped out from the side and hit the waiter hard on the wrist!
"what!"
The waiter let out a howl like a pig, and the gun in his hand flew out.
The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped in front of the waiter.
He grabbed the waiter's right hand and exerted a sudden force on his right arm.
Every move is completely out of the instinctive reaction of the body muscles.
The waiter was kicked up by Fang Heng and drew a circle in the air.
"Boom!"
Landing on his back, the waiter was slammed hard on the floor, making a dull knocking sound.
The waiter was in pain like falling apart, and completely lost the ability to move.
He just gritted his teeth and raised his head, when two black guns were aimed at his forehead.
"do not move!"
The waiter's face changed slightly.
In the next second, he tilted his head and passed out.
The black-clothed bodyguard looked surprised, and he immediately squatted down and quickly checked the status of the waiter.
The bodyguard frowned, and he looked back at Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei.
"Dead, poisoned, suicide."
Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and asked, "Is it for you?"
Mo Jiawei was also shocked.
"This……"
……
The next morning, in the meditation room.
A young man was dressed in white, sitting squarely on the futon.
Mo Yunxiao.
Mo Jiawei's fourth uncle.
Fang Heng looked at Mo Yunxiao who was making tea, and murmured in his heart.
so young!
On the outside, Mo Yunxiao was no older than Mo Jia, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a real brother.
Mo Yunxiao slowly poured three cups of the brewed tea and handed them to Fang Heng and the others.
"Please."
Fang Heng picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"Fang Heng, I have admired your name for a long time."
"Have you heard me?"
Fang Heng was puzzled.
Did he think he was famous?
Mo Yunxiao caught the subtle expression on Fang Heng's face, smiled and did not answer, and lowered his head to sip his tea.
Because of the assassination, Mo Jiawei was taken to the police station for investigation last night, and he was not taken home until early in the morning.
After sleeping for a few hours, Fang Heng dragged him over to meet the guests.
He yawned from the side, "Fourth Uncle, Fang Heng is my best friend. He helped me a lot in the game and is also our partner."
"He has been in some trouble recently, so he came here specially to ask you for advice."
"Don't dare to ask for advice, communicate with each other."
Mo Yunxiao sat up straight and made a gesture of please.
"If you have any doubts, it's okay to say."
Fang Heng had already prepared a draft before coming here.
He briefly recounted the loss of some of his memories and the rituals he saw in his dreams.
As for the note found in the rental house, Fang Heng deliberately concealed it.
After listening to Fang Heng's narration, Mo Yunxiao seemed to have an answer.
He whispered softly: "The memory disappears..."
"Uncle, you already know?"
"Eight and nine are not far from ten."
Looking up, Mo Yunxiao smiled slightly.
"Fang Heng, there is no doubt that what you saw in your dream was a memory projection, but what you saw may not be real."
"For example, if you see your friend in a dream, she may just be the effect of some psychological hints."
"Your friends may indeed participate in your ceremony, or they may have nothing to do with it."
"We can now confirm one thing, you did participate in the ceremony, and you also opened the 'lock' through the power of the ceremony."
Fang Heng nodded.
"As for the loss of memory you mentioned, I don't think it has anything to do with the ritual."
Fang Heng was a little surprised, and asked in surprise, "It doesn't matter?"
"Yes, I guess the reason for the disappearance of part of the memory may be related to the Lord God game."
Fang Heng frowned even deeper.
"In some cases, the player's memory will be hidden by the main god."
"For example, the Federation has confirmed that when a player has completed the main mission, he will return to the new server of the primary game through some special methods, and try to complete the main mission again."
"At this time, the main god will hide the player's memory of the relevant game content."
"As time goes on, the associated memory related to this event will also be gradually hidden."
"Of course, some hidden memories can be awakened."
As he spoke, Mo Yunxiao put down the teacup in his hand and stared into Fang Heng's eyes.
"Fang Heng, do you still remember your ranking in the basic level magic tower?"
Magic Tower?
Fang Heng froze for a moment.
Then, a series of memories came to mind.
In addition to the official game of the main god game, there are many other branch training modes that can be used.
Such as magic tower mode, arena mode, team mode...
These modes have nothing to do with the mainline game world, and you can't get online time by participating in the game, and no one has even gotten any rewards from it.
Therefore, most players will ignore them.
But the Federation believes that the existence of these game modes is not for nothing.
These modes opened by the Lord God are for training the players.
Players can also enter the game through the game cabin before they become adults, but they can only enter the basic modes of these types of games.
In order to encourage players to participate in game training since childhood, the entire federation will provide large bonuses to hold global large-scale competitions.
Fang Heng remembers that his body has entered the game since he was studying, and he was addicted to it for a while.
In the past, he was favored by several game clubs at the same time because of his outstanding performance in the magic tower mode.
"It seems that my judgment is correct, you have recalled something."
Mo Yunxiao felt that he had guessed right, he stretched out his left hand forward and spread it flat in front of him.
"Fang Heng, do you mind letting me observe the mark on the back of your hand?"
"it is good."
As Fang Heng spoke, he stretched out his hand forward, with the back of his hand facing upwards, covering Mo Yunxiao's palm.
Mo Yunxiao picked up the teacup on the low wooden table and poured it on the back of Fang Heng's hand.
"laugh……"
Fang Heng made a light sound from the back of his hand, and a little steam came out.
The rune imprint on the back of the hand clearly emerged again.
It lasted for four or five seconds before the rune mark slowly disappeared.
Mo Yunxiao withdrew his hand, frowned, and remained silent.
Mo Jiawei couldn't help but urged, "Fourth Uncle, how are you doing?"
"It's a ritual of mysticism, and it's only opened up to the first level of concretization at present."
"Oddly enough, I've never seen this ritual either, but I'm sure it's been partially altered."
Fang Heng asked: "Mr. Mo, is this ceremony dangerous?"
"From the perspective of rituals, I have never heard of traps or dangers, but some rituals have special effects."
Hearing this, Fang Heng felt relieved.
What he was most afraid of was the negative effect of the imprint on the back of his hand.
Mo Yunxiao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head again.
"Fang Heng, I need some time to look up some information. I hope I can figure out the specific meaning and effect of the ceremony on the back of your hand."
"Your cooperation may be needed during this period. If it is convenient, I hope you can stay here for a while."
Fang Heng briefly thought about it.
There is not much difference between staying here and going back, they are all playing games.
Without understanding the effect of the imprint on the back of his hand, it would be difficult for him to feel at ease.
"Thank you, I've interrupted you for a while."
(End of this chapter)