After falling in love with the exhibits of the ghost museum

Between the towering buildings in the distance, there are countless translucent aerial tracks, and suspension vehicles shuttle quickly.

Rows upon rows of interstellar buildings are cut off by a spacious and bright road, and the other side of the block is filled with yellow sand. Only a four-story dilapidated building stands on the edge.Unlike the interstellar building far away, this place is deserted and dilapidated like the end of the world.

In front of the dilapidated building that was forgotten at the end of the era, at this moment, there is a young man standing.He has an exquisite appearance, which can be called delicious, but there is a hint of evil in his brows. He frowned beautifully, stared at the ruined building and squeezed his painful forehead.

Click.

The handle of the suitcase was crushed, Mo Louxin took a deep breath, threw away the broken metal rod, and walked in with the suitcase.The miserable exterior scene was enough to rub against his sanity, but he was still shocked when he saw the interior of the four-story building.

In the dark and moldy space, the walls are incomplete, large and small skeletons are scattered on the ground, and spider webs can be seen everywhere.A gust of whirlwind flew in, bringing up countless dust, and there was a shrill wind sound in the small building.

After shopping around, except for a narrow and perfunctory ticket booth at the entrance, there are only two exhibition halls, one large and one small.In addition to the large skeletons that fell apart in the hall, there were seven or eight glass-covered exhibits.The small hall is empty, and there are many popular science knowledge that has faded and cannot be seen comprehensively posted on the walls.

Mo Louxin: "..."

After making a serious note, he gritted his back molars, took off the military uniform representing the captain, and rolled up his sleeves.He kicked open the locked door of the ticket booth and put down the suitcase.Fortunately, there is still a bed here, so he won't be able to directly sleep on the floor.It took a whole week to finally sort out the ridiculous museum.

The museum has been abandoned for a long time, and many objects are moldy and have to be taken out for disinfection.Mo Louxin had two nails in his mouth, and he was knocking. When he was tidying up the small hall, he found the plaque in the corner. After thinking about it, he directly hung it on the door.After all, it is also a museum, and the door is empty and missing something.

The dilapidated museum seems to be abandoned. Mo Louxin looked through the historical records of the museum two days ago. He did not expect this small building to be very glorious in the past.The four-story building he was forced to inherit was called the Great Thousand World Museum. It is said that it once occupied half of the planet and became popular among the stars. For some unknown reason, a sudden strong wind blew up one year, and the museum disappeared inexplicably, leaving only this building.

During the mission of exploring strange events, countless military elites were scattered in the yellow sand all over the sky, ghosts were also reported to be haunting the museum, and haunted rumors abounded.In the end, the place where the bright memory was left in the hearts of the interstellar people was blocked.The reason why he came here was that he was framed.

whoosh-

A limited-edition local tyrant gold hover car parked at the door, splashing countless sand and dust.

Looking sideways, Mo Louxin frowned.

Three men in military uniforms got out of the car, and the leader of the man smiled maliciously: "Long time no see, Major General Mo. Oh, look, I've completely forgotten, you are no longer a major general. I heard that you transferred Come to do a legendary level mission, so I brought my brother here to congratulate you."

Mo Louxin glanced at him with caring eyes for the mentally retarded.

The man rubbed his face and laughed, "Major General Mo, who used to be so good, is now not even qualified to open the door to the military department. Mo Louxin, you are doomed for the rest of your life! Oh, it's a pity for your ability. How about it? Do you regret throwing your fist at me back then? This is what you get for messing with me!"

Mo Louxin narrowed her eyes, "I really regret it."

Should kill you straight away.

The man laughed loudly: "Now you are just a soldier who made a mistake and was exiled. You are rotting in the ruins, watching me step by step towards glory." He went up the steps, and picked up the exhibit of horns that was drying on the side: "Curator Mo, you are only worthy to be with these rags now, I laughed so hard."

"Isn't it!" The follower echoed.

"An eyesore!" The man kicked the toolbox down, and the nails jingled all over the floor. He smiled triumphantly: "You are useless! You are going to hit me now! Do you dare? Hit me and hit me."

Mo Louxin's gaze seemed to be looking at a fool.

The man's eyes were cold and cold, and he hated the man who looked at him from above like a bug: "You bastard! Waste!"

Mo Louxin raised her leg and kicked it, grabbed it with her backhand, and firmly caught the horn.

The provocative person was kicked in the stomach, howled, and flew out unsuspectingly, leaving a bloodstain on the ground, and crashed into his limited-edition suspension car: "Uh, ah..."

The unexpected reversal scared the two followers into silence.

The man who was about to spit out bile couldn't believe it: "Mo Louxin! How dare you hit me!"

"You didn't ask me to hit you, I just satisfied you." Mo Louxin walked to the museum entrance, pointed at the museum's regulations: "You intend to destroy cultural relics, as the curator, I have the right to expel you."

"You'll never get the memory chip! Or you'll beg me on your knees, like your sister."

Mo Louxin's pupils shrank, and she swiped forward with the hammer in her hand, rubbing the man's face and inserting it into the levitation car: "Now that I'm alone, killing you will only pay for it with my life? I earned it by burying the son of an admiral. Think about it carefully, there is nothing to eat here, you are still a few dozen catties of meat."

There was a picture, his stomach twitched, and he couldn't continue.

That person: "Fuck! Pervert!"

The man screamed, and found the thick hostility around him, leaving only one cruel word and ran away with his tail between his legs.

The whirlwind whipped up a cloud of dust.

The coldness in her eyes calmed down, Mo Louxin stood still for a while, looking at the sky as if nothing happened, "I'm so hungry, I have to finish knocking quickly. Uh..." Suddenly froze, looking at her empty hand, helpless He patted his forehead: "It's easy."

He found the hammer after digging around, but now it hit the dog.The plaque is crumbling and certainly not strong.

After pondering for a while, he knelt down and packed up the scattered tools, weighing a few nails and tossing them casually.

Ding ding ding—the plaque is fixed.

In the center of the dim hall, a huge and complicated formation flashed away, and the hollow eyes of the dinosaur skeleton standing on it flashed a dim light.

Mo Louxin patted the door, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's much more pleasing to the eye."

Da da da--

The slight sound of kicking echoed from near to far in the empty museum.

Mo Louxin who walked in the door paused, and glanced sideways at the dark booth side hall, only his breathing was in the silence.

Is that footsteps an illusion?

After searching around, he didn't see any suspicious person, but he found that the dinosaur's phalanx had fallen off, and this light gray phalanx turned red somehow, and emitted an ominous reddish light. Very weird.

"Haunted?" Mo Louxin rolled up his sleeves, and the moment his fingertips touched, a dazzling red light appeared.

His eyes were shaking with pain.

The light dissipated, and there was a black chick standing in the air in front of him.

In the next second, his face cracked.

"What the hell?!" Mo Louxin almost exploded when he saw his surroundings clearly.In the unfamiliar colorful environment, a group of little monsters rushed at him with their teeth and claws, and he was caught off guard and overwhelmed.

It is indeed a ghost hit.

"It's not about hitting ghosts, it's about starting a museum mission, and you're in a different world now." The levitating little black chicken muttered.

Mo Louxin pulled out the lump of flesh sticking out of his collar, and looked around indiscriminately: "What do you mean?"

After thinking about it, the little black chicken chirped.

After listening to the explanation, Mo Louxin was silent for a long time, then grinned: "You mean that as long as you get the specific items of the target person, you can complete the task. As a reward, you can save my sister? Today's medical skills are not enough to bring the dead back to life. I can't believe you."

"Of course not for the backward Third Civilization, but what about the Ninth Civilization? As long as there are a few soul fragments, it would be easier to bring the dead back to life! The question is whether you dare to accept the task. This task is extremely difficult, and you may die."

Mo Louxin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fists were clenched.

"Okay, I'll take it."

The little black chicken was secretly relieved: "Accept the information. Because it is a different world, you will randomly replace a local character."

Countless information rushed to the brain, Mo Louxin frowned for a while, and then saw that the meaty dumpling was complicated.

In the cosmic era when the mission world was dominated by dinosaurs, the meat balls crawling on him were dinosaur cubs, and the original body was playing with the cubs as a cub breeder.As the top of the food chain, the carnivorous giant dinosaur has a superior status.The original owner was a low-level mammal, so he was not qualified to be a cub breeder.But luckily got admitted.

Looking around, Mo Louxin found a group of small red dinosaurs that were being rejected in the corner, "Nephew of the target?"

Sensing his gaze, the little red dinosaur bared its teeth hard, with a vicious expression on its face.

The target boss is extremely difficult to approach.According to the original trajectory, the original owner, who hated the noble status of the dinosaur, sold the news of the trip to the nursery to the boss’s enemy, resulting in the younger nephew being stabbed to death by an ambush while traveling. The sad news of the death of the only relative aroused the hatred of the boss, and he went crazy for revenge. enemy.The original owner also ended up being sent to a research institute where life would be worse than death.

Mo Louxin pinched his forehead.The timing of his arrival was not good, it happened that the original owner betrayed the news last night.The original owner instigated the sub-level Xiaolong to bully the top bloodline Red Xiaolong because of jealousy.I am afraid that in the eyes of my little nephew, he is as disgusting as a devil.

Bullying the good and fearing the evil, jealous and insidious and unscrupulous, the original body is really a cannon fodder capable of death.

Ten days will be the spring outing, how to reverse the established impression within ten days, so that the little guy can get rid of the inevitable ending...

Little Black Chicken: "Now it's you."

Mo Louxin nodded, dropped a few squawking bear balls, and entered the office without hesitation.

The little black chicken was stunned to see him leaning on the chair and dozed off.

"Hey, aren't you doing the mission?"

Mo Louxin glanced at the little red dragon who was surrounded outside the window, "Don't rush, haste makes waste."

He pulled out the bottle and drank it in one gulp.The Adam's apple rolled up and down, the water flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and fell into his clothes along his slender neck. He put down the empty bottle, wiped his mouth, raised a confident smile, and poked the chick with its teeth and claws: "Don't make noise, trust me a little bit .”

The chicken face wrapped in black fluff is hot.

A cut was made on the wrist, blood spilled out, Mo Louxin squeezed into the bottle without changing expression.

The little chicken was startled: "What are you doing?! Self-mutilation?"

Mo Louxin licked the wound like a cat, her black and white cat pupils were shining brightly, smart and slightly sexy: "Do the task."

The author has something to say:

Find a good time to open a new article, everyone supports Mou Sen =3=

The boss watching from the crew: Lick the wound or something, let me do it.

Cub Breeder: ...