endless force

Chapter 147 A Mangy Dog
"Why are you looking at me with such admiration?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You want to be my fan? It's a pity that I'm not a fan, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Mo Fan shattered the trace of admiration that Mochen had finally raised in her heart. She knew she couldn't win the fight, so she snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

Afterwards, the two each took an oil lamp and walked slowly towards the opposite bank along the rickety suspension bridge.

The suspension bridge was not very long, it was about 100 meters long. After a while, the two of them stepped on the other side of the darkness and entered the boundless darkness again.

There is a thick black fog in the air, as if it can block the light. Even if you hold an oil lamp, the visible range is still pitifully low. When you look back, you can't see the direction of the suspension bridge.

The two walked straight for less than 3 minutes, and there was some light faintly in front of the convenience. After slowly approaching, the ghostly fires all over the sky came into view, illuminating the place.

Only now did the two of them see clearly that there was a towering temple not far away!

The temple is conical as a whole, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, soaring into the sky, the top cannot be seen. At the front of the temple, there is a ladder paved in front of the two.

On both sides of the stairs, there is an Arhat golden body of different sizes and shapes of ordinary people. To be precise, it is not a golden body, but a black body.

These Arhat golden bodies seem to have been forcibly peeled off a layer of golden body skin, and the surface not only becomes bumpy, but also presents a strange black color.

Coupled with the various weird poses they posed, it doesn't look like a righteous arhat, but a group of ghosts struggling in pain!
"Do you want to go in and take a look?" Sister Weichen asked tentatively.

"Nonsense." Mo Fan pouted.

The two climbed up the stairs, and the various arhats on both sides of the stairs were like a group of demons dancing wildly. It really made people worry that these things would suddenly come alive and launch a crazy attack on the two of them.

However, until the two of them arrived in front of the temple, they were all in peace and did not suffer the imaginary attack.

Only then did the two of them see clearly that this temple was actually made of countless white bones, and countless skulls were inlaid on the outside of the temple wall, giving people a feeling of being watched by countless eyes.

Right now, in front of the two of them, there are two withered bone gates with a height of more than three meters. In the middle of the merger of the two gates, there is a huge skull, which acts as a door lock.

Just when he reached out and touched the skull, the sound of the system immediately rang in Mo Fan's ears.

"Reminder: The blood of all players alive in the current instance is required to open it!"

It takes teamwork to get in, and now it looks like a team dungeon, but Mo Fan doesn't feel very good.

Because he hates waiting, to be precise, he hates waiting without knowing the time limit!
He will never know when other players will arrive, it may be in the next second, it may be an hour later, this kind of waiting for an uncertain time is the most difficult and most uncomfortable.

More importantly, Mo Fan had no idea how many players were still alive in the dungeon.

In the team dungeon, there is indeed a team list, but in fact, this team list is actually only a recording tool, and it is useless at this time.

Any player who has faced Mo Fan, like Mochen girl, will appear on the team list. If the player displays the game nickname, the team list will also record the player's game nickname.

Afterwards, no matter whether Sister Mochen quit the game or was killed, Mo Fan can find out through the team list.

However, in this dungeon, there are so many players that he has never seen before, so those players are not on his team list at all, and he has no way of knowing whether those players are dead or alive. This is the most embarrassing situation.

"Then shall we just wait here now, or go to other places first?" After understanding the situation, Wei Chen asked subconsciously.

When Mo Fan was thinking, a figure suddenly walked out cautiously from the side and rear of the temple.

This is a middle-aged man with an overly cautious expression. Obviously, he has been frightened or stimulated a lot earlier. There is a prominent game nickname on his head, reminding the two that this is a player.

The middle-aged man's level is as high as level 11. The game nickname is a little strange, called "Seven Seven Five Five", and the clothes are even more strange. He is wearing a tattered robe.It should be a piece of equipment, otherwise, no one would want to run around in this junk.

Coupled with the fact that he was holding a willow branch more than one meter long in his hand, he looked a bit distracted. If he saw this person in real life, he would probably think he was a lunatic who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

When Qiqiwuwu saw the nickname of the game on the head of sister Weichen, he knew that the two were players, and the expression on his face relaxed a lot.

But the next moment, his face was full of disbelief, his eyes didn't stay on the face of the beautiful girl Weichen, but he was stunned when he saw Mo Fan.

Immediately, there was a trace of ecstasy on his face, he shouted "Fan Fan", and he opened his arms and rushed towards Mo Fan. However, when he was about to hug Mo Fan, a flaming knife blocked his body. .

"This world is so small, ten years have passed, and I actually met you, an old guy in the game!" Mo Fan couldn't see any joy on his face, but instead looked disgusted, holding the Bone Slaughter Purple Gold Knife in front of him , Always be on guard against the opponent rushing up to protect yourself.

Immediately afterwards, he touched his face again and said in confusion, "But Chen Qiwu, ten years have passed, I remember when we met for the last time, I was only 13 years old, right? Why can you still be so old? Recognize me now?"

"Fanfan, I forget that it is impossible for anyone to forget you, and you look similar to when you were a child now, like a monkey." Chen Qiwu said with a look of nostalgia.

"Pfft."

At the side, the girl Weichen who thought she would be able to see the touching scene of old friends getting to know each other for many years couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

Neither of these two is a fuel-efficient lamp, so it's no wonder that they can become friends in real life.

"After so many years, you are still so humorous, like a mangy dog!" Mo Fan smiled slightly with his eyes twitching.

"To each other." Chen Qiwu said with a smile as if he heard a compliment.

"Who the hell is he? Is he an old friend you haven't seen for many years?" Sister Weichen's heart of gossip ignited, feeling itchy, she couldn't help but whispered to Mo Fan, "But look at your Look, you two seem to have some festivals?"

(End of this chapter)