Global Games: AFK In Zombie Apocalypse Game
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"explosion!!!"

The white ashtray leaped from the side and hit the servant's wrist hard!

"What!"

The servant howled 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 maid.

He grabbed the servant's right hand, and his right arm was forcefully snapped.

Every movement is completely out of the instinctive reaction of the muscles of the body.

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

"explosion!"

With his back on the ground, the maid was thrown to the floor, making a blunt knocking sound.

The servant was in pain like a fall and completely lost the ability to move.

As he gritted his teeth and raised his head, two dark weapons were directed towards his forehead.

"Don't move!"

The waiter's expression changed slightly.

The next second, he tilted his head and fainted.

The black-clothed bodyguard showed shock, he immediately crouched down and quickly checked the condition of the maid.

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

"Death, intoxication, suicide."

Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and asked, "Is that for you?"

Mo Jiawei was also surprised.

"It's……"

……

The next morning, in the meditation room.

A young man dressed in white was sitting right on top of the futon.

Mo Yunxiao's.

Fourth uncle Mo Jiawei.

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

So young!

From the outside, Mo Yunxiao was not several years older than Mo Jia, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was a sibling.

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

"Please."

Fang Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Fang Heng, I've long admired that famous name."

"Do you know me?"

Fang Heng was confused.

Does he think he's famous?

Mo Yunxiao caught a delicate expression on Fang Heng's face, smiling without replying, lowered his head and sipped tea.

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

Right after sleeping for a few hours, Fang Heng pulled her over to meet the guest.

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

"She's been having a little trouble recently, so she came here to ask you."

"I dare not ask for advice, let's communicate with each other."

Mo Yunxiao sat up straight and gestured please.

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

Fang Heng had already prepared the draft before coming here.

He roughly spoke of the loss of some of his memories and the rituals he saw in the dream.

As for the records found in the rental house, Fang Heng deliberately hid them.

After listening to Fang Heng's narrative, Mo Yunxiao seemed to have the answer.

He whispered in a low voice, "The idea disappeared ..."

"Uncle, you 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 see in your dreams is a projection of memory, but what you see is not necessarily true."

"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 unlocked the 'key' through the power of the ceremony."

Fang Heng nodded.

"Whatever you say about memory loss, I don't think it has anything to do with ritual."

Fang Heng was slightly surprised and asked in surprise, "No problem?"

"Yes, I think the reason for the loss of some memories might be related to the Lord God game."

The frown on Fang Heng's forehead deepened.

"In some cases, the player's memories will be hidden by 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 main game through some special methods and try to complete the main quest again."

"At this time, Lord God will be hiding the players memories of the relevant game content."

"Over time, the associative memory associated with these events will also be hidden gradually."

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

With that said, Mo Yunxiao put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Fang Heng's eyes.

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

Magic Tower?

Fang Heng was stunned for a moment.

Then, a series of memories appeared in his mind.

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

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

These modes had nothing to do with the main game world, and he could not get the online time to participate in the game, and not even anyone got any rewards from him.

Most players ignore it.

But the Federation believes that the existence of this game mode is not without meaning.

This mode was opened by Lord God to provide training to players.

Players can also enter the game through the game compartment before they become adults, but they can only enter the basic mode of this type of game.

In order to encourage players to participate in game training from an early age, the entire federation will provide a huge bonus for holding large-scale global competitions.

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

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

"It seems my judgment is correct. You've remembered something."

Mo Yunxiao felt his guess was correct, he stretched out his left hand and stretched 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 extended his hand forward as he spoke, 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 onto the back of Fang Heng's hand.

"Shhh..."

Fang Heng let out a light sound from the back of his hand, and a hint of water vapor shot out.

The rune mark on the back of the hand clearly appeared again.

It lasted for four or five seconds before the rune mark slowly disappeared.

Mo Yunxiao pulled his hand frowning and remained silent.

Mo Jiawei could not help but urge: "Fourth Uncle, how?"

"It's a ritual of mysticism. Currently, it was only open to first-rate embodiments."

"The strange thing is I've never seen this ceremony, but I'm sure it's partly modified."

Fang Heng asked, "Master Mo, is this ceremony dangerous?"

"From a ritual standpoint, I've never heard that there are traps or dangers, but some rituals have special effects."

Hearing this, Fang Heng was greatly relieved.

What he feared the most 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 for 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's convenient, I hope you can stay here for a while."

Fang Heng thought about it for a moment.

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

If he did not know the effect of the mark on the back of his hand, it would be difficult for him to truly feel relieved.

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