Published at 8th of April 2022 06:29:45 AM

"Boom!!!"

A white ashtray sprang from the side and smashed **** the waiter's wrist!

"what!"

The waiter let out a howl like a slaughtering pig, and the gun in his hand could not be grasped and flew out.

The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped forward to the waiter.

He grabbed the waiter's right hand, and his right arm jerked forcefully.

Every move is completely out of the instinctive reaction of the body's muscles.

The waiter was shaken up by Fang Heng and made a circle in the air.

"Boom!"

With his back on the ground, the waiter was smashed to the floor, making a dull knocking sound.

The waiter was in pain like falling apart and completely lost the ability to move.

Just as he gritted his teeth and raised his head, two dark guns were aimed at his forehead.

"do not move!"

The waiter's expression changed slightly.

The next second, he tilted his head and passed out.

The black-clothed bodyguard showed surprise, he immediately crouched down and quickly checked the waiter's condition.

The bodyguard frowned, and he looked back at Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei.

"Dead, poisoning, 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 dressed in white was sitting squarely on the futon.

Mo Yunxiao.

Mo Jiawei's fourth uncle.

Fang Heng looked at Mo Yunxiao who was making tea and muttered in his heart.

So young!

From the outside, Mo Yunxiao is not a few years older than Mo Jia, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a real brother.

Mo Yunxiao slowly poured three cups of the brewed tea and handed them to Fang Heng.

"Please."

Fang Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Fang Heng, I have long admired the famous name."

"Have you heard me?"

Fang Heng was puzzled.

Does he think he is famous?

Mo Yunxiao caught the subtle expression on Fang Heng's face, smiled without answering, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Because of the assassination, Mo Jiawei was taken to the police station for investigation last night, and was taken home in the early hours of the morning.

Just after sleeping for a few hours, Fang Heng pulled him over to see the guest.

He yawned beside him, "Fourth uncle, Fang Heng is my best friend. He has helped me a lot in the game, and he is also our partner."

"He's been in a bit of trouble recently, so he came here to ask you a question."

"I don't dare to ask for advice, let's communicate with each other."

Mo Yunxiao sat up straight and made a please gesture.

"If you have any doubts, it's okay to say it."

Fang Heng had already prepared the draft before coming here.

He roughly talked about the disappearance of part of his memory and the ritual he saw in the dream.

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 the answer.

He whispered in a low voice, "The memory disappears..."

"Uncle, you already know?"

"Eight and nine are not far from ten."

Raising his head, 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 is not necessarily true."

"For example, if you saw your friend in a dream, she might just be some psychological suggestion."

"Your friends may indeed participate in your ceremony, and of course they may have nothing to do with the ceremony."

"We can now confirm that you have indeed participated in the ceremony and opened the 'lock' through the power of the ceremony."

Fang Heng nodded.

"As for what you said about the disappearance of memory, 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 game of the Lord God."

Fang Heng's frown deepened.

"In some cases, the player's memory will be hidden by the Lord God."

"For example, the Federation has confirmed that when a player has completed the main quest, he will return to the new server of the primary game through some special methods and try to complete the main quest again."

"At this time, the Lord God will hide the player's memory of the relevant game content."

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"Of course, some hidden memories can be awakened."

With that said, Mo Yunxiao put down the tea cup in his hand and stared into Fang Heng's eyes.

"Fang Heng, do you still remember your ranking in the basic magic tower?"

Magic Tower?

Fang Heng was stunned for a moment.

Then, a series of memories came to mind.

In addition to the official game, there are many other branch training modes that can be used in the Lord God game.

Such as magic tower mode, arena mode, team mode...

These modes have nothing to do with the main game world, and you can't get online time for participating in the game, and no one has even gotten any rewards from them.

So the vast majority of players ignore them.

But the Federation believes that the existence of these game modes is not meaningless.

These modes opened by the Lord God are to give players training.

Players can also enter the game through the game compartment before they become adults, but they can only enter the basic mode of these types of games.

In order to encourage players to participate in game training from an early age, the entire federation will provide large bonuses to hold large-scale global competitions.

Fang Heng remembered that his body had been in the game since he was reading, and he was addicted to it for a while.

In the past, he was favored by several game clubs because of his outstanding performance in the magic tower mode.

"It seems that my judgment is correct. You have already recalled something."

Mo Yunxiao felt that he guessed correctly, he stretched out his left hand and spread it out in front of him.

"Fang Heng, do you mind letting me observe the mark on the back of your hand?"

"good."

Fang Heng stretched his hand forward as he spoke, with the back of his hand facing up, covering Mo Yunxiao's palm.

Mo Yunxiao picked up the teacup on the low wooden table and poured it towards the back of Fang Heng's hand.

"Shh..."

Fang Heng made a light sound from the back of his hand, and a little water vapor came out.

The rune mark 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~www.novelhall.com~ frowned and remained silent.

Mo Jiawei couldn't help urging: "Fourth Uncle, how is it?"

"It's a ritual of mysticism. Currently, it is only open to the first-order embodiment."

"The strange thing is that I have never seen this ceremony, but I can be sure that it has been partially modified."

Fang Heng asked, "Mr. Mo, will this ceremony be dangerous?"

"From the perspective of rituals, I have never heard that there are traps or dangers, but some rituals have some special effects."

Hearing this, Fang Heng was greatly relieved.

What he was most afraid of was the negative effect of the mark on the back of his hand.

Mo Yunxiao lowered his head to think for a moment, then raised his head again.

"Fang Heng, I need a little time to look up some information. I hope I can understand the specific meaning and effect of the ceremony on the back of your hand."

"You may need your cooperation during this period. If it is convenient, I hope you can stay here for a while."

Fang Heng briefly thought about it.

There's not much difference between staying here and going back, it's all about playing games.

If he didn't know the effect of the mark on the back of his hand, it would be difficult for him to really feel relieved.

"Thank you, I've been bothering you for a while."

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