Chapter 253 Occultism
“Boom!!!”
A white ashtray jumped out from the side and hit the waiter hard on the wrist!
“Ah!”
The waiter let out a howl like a killing pig, and the gun in his hand could not be held and flew away.
The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped in front of the waiter.
He grabbed the waiter's right hand and gave a strong force to his right arm.
Every move is completely based on the instinctive reaction of the body's muscles.
The waiter was swung by Fang Heng and drew a circle in the air.
“Boom!”
Landing on his back, the waiter was hit hard on the floor, making a dull knocking sound.
The waiter was in pain as if his whole body was falling apart, and he completely lost his ability to move.
He just gritted his teeth and raised his head, and two black guns were already pointed at his head.
“Don’t move!”
The waiter’s expression changed slightly.
The next second, he tilted his head and fainted.
The bodyguard in black looked surprised. He immediately squatted down and quickly checked the waiter's condition.
The bodyguard frowned and looked back at Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei.
"He died. He was poisoned and committed suicide."
Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and asked, "Is he here for you?"
Mo Jiawei was also shocked.
"This..."
...
The next morning, in the Zen room.
A young man wearing white clothes 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!
Looking from the outside, Mo Yunxiao is not much older than Mo Jiawei. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are brothers.
Mo Yunxiao slowly poured three cups of brewed tea and handed them to Fang Heng and the other two.
“Please.”
Fang Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Fang Heng, I have admired my name for a long time."
"Have you heard of me?"
Fang Heng was confused.
Does he think he is famous?
Mo Yunxiao caught the subtle expression on Fang Heng's face, smiled and didn't answer, 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 not taken home until early in the morning.
I just slept for a few hours and was dragged over by Fang Heng to meet the guests.
He yawned at the side, "Uncle Fourth, Fang Heng is my best friend. He has helped me a lot in the game and is also our partner."
"He has been in some trouble recently. I came here specifically to ask you for advice.”
“Don’t take it seriously, let’s communicate.”
Mo Yunxiao sat up straight and made a gesture of invitation.
“If you have any doubts, it’s okay to ask.”
Fang Heng had already prepared a draft before coming here.
He roughly talked about the disappearance of part of his memory and the ritual he saw in his 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 softly: "Memory disappears..."
"Uncle, you already know?"
"It's almost the same."
Raising his head, Mo Yunxiao smiled slightly.
"Fang Heng, there is no doubt that what you saw in your dream was a projection of memory, but what you saw is not necessarily true."
"For example, if you are in a dream I saw your friend, she may just be the function of some psychological suggestions.”
"Your friends may indeed participate in your ritual, but of course they may have nothing to do with the ritual."
"We can now confirm that you have indeed participated in the ritual, and you have also opened it through the power of the ritual. 'Lock'."
Fang Heng nodded.
"As for the disappearance of memory you said, I think this has nothing to do with the ceremony."
Fang Heng was a little surprised and asked in surprise: "It has nothing to do with it?"
"Yes, I guess the reason why some memories disappeared may be related to the Lord God game."
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 mission, He then returns to the new server of the primary game through some special methods and tries to complete the main mission again. "
"At this time, the main god will hide the player's memory of the relevant game content."
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"As time goes by, the associated memories related to this incident will also be gradually hidden."
"Of course, some hidden memories can be awakened."
said With that, 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 level magic tower?"
Magic Tower?
Fang Heng was stunned for a moment.
Following this, a series of memories came to mind.
In addition to the official game, Lord God Game also has many other branch training modes available.
For example, magic tower mode, arena mode, team mode...
These modes have no connection with the main game world. You cannot get online time by participating in the game, and no one has ever participated in it. Have received any awards.
Therefore most players will ignore them.
But the Federation believes that the existence of these game modes is not meaningless.
These modes opened by the Lord God are for players to train.
Players can also enter the game through the game warehouse before reaching adulthood, but they can only enter the basic modes 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 and hold large-scale global competitions.
Fang Heng remembered that his body had been involved in the game since he was studying, and he was addicted to it for a while.
In the past, because of his outstanding performance in the magic tower mode, he was spotted by several gaming clubs at the same time.
"It seems that my judgment is correct. You have recalled something."
Mo Yunxiao felt that he had guessed correctly. 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?"
"Okay."
Fang Heng said and stretched out his hand forward, 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 on the back of Fang Heng's hand.
"Chi..."
The back of Fang Heng's hand made a soft sound, and a little steam 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 retracted his hand, frowned, and remained silent.
Mo Jiawei couldn't help but urge: "Fourth uncle, how are you?"
"It is a ritual of mysticism. It is currently only open to the first level of embodiment."
"The strange thing is that I have never seen this ritual, but I can confirm that it has been partially modified."
Fang Heng asked: "Mr. Mo, is this ritual dangerous?"
"From a ritual perspective, I have never heard of traps or dangers, but some rituals have special effects."
Hearing this, Fang Heng was greatly relieved.
What he fears most is the negative effects of the mark 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 a little 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."
"I may need your cooperation during this period. If it is convenient, I hope you can stay here for a while.”
Fang Heng thought briefly.
There is not much difference between staying here and going back. They are both playing games.
Without understanding the effect of the mark on the back of his hand, it would be difficult for him to truly feel at ease.
"Thank you, I'll excuse you for this time." (End of chapter)