Chapter Twenty-Four: The Headless Body and the Mouthless Head
"Bang!"
The little brother on the white horse was dizzy from being beaten by his own stick, and fell to the ground, but it was still dark in front of him, and the bat lying on his face did not receive fatal damage at all, and was still gnawing frantically. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
He finally collapsed, and immediately forced out of the game, and the whole person instantly turned into white light and disappeared, so that the bat that was gnawing was stunned for a while.
"Young people are a little too fragile these days." Mo Fan sighed with an old-fashioned look.
I don't know if it was his voice that caught the attention of the bat, but the bat, which had been standing still, immediately turned around and turned into a black shadow and shot at him quickly.
Mo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and at some point, the Bone Killing Purple Gold Knife had already appeared in his hand, and in an instant, his eyes condensed, and a knife slashed out.
This knife was as swift and dazzling as a red meteor in the dark night, and at the most opportune time, it slashed at the bat that flew in front of it.
"Poof!"
Without the slightest suspense, the bat's thin body was split in half by this knife, turning into two thin corpses with sparks.
"Hint: Congratulations on killing a Human-headed Bat and earning 250 in-game coins!"
When Mo Fan was secretly satisfied, a faint hoarse voice came from the side.
"Help me! Help me! Help me! ā
Mo Fan's brows moved, and he looked in the direction where the voice came from, and it was from the body that was kneeling facing the wall.
At this time, he realized that after the body was smashed off by the little brother on the white horse, his body did not tilt and fell down in the slightest, and he still knelt there facing the wall in a regular manner.
The top of the neck was a neat facet, and no blood was coming out, as if the skull did not belong to the body in the first place. It's just that without a head, this scene has become even more weird.
"Help me, please, help me!"
The hoarse and subtle voice continued, Mo Fan followed the sound and slowly approached, and soon he found that the voice was actually coming from the chest of this body.
He is also a master of the arts, and after hesitating for a moment, he tore the other party's shirt without scruples, only to see that there was a human mouth on the other party's chest, which looked extremely weird and terrifying.
"It's good to be a man." Mo Fan's attention was obviously not on this extremely strange mouth.
"Please, help me!" The mouth on his chest opened and closed, and continued to make a hoarse and low voice.
"How can I help?" Only then did Mo Fan focus his attention on this mouth.
"Help me...... Help me get my head back! The mouth seemed to speak very hard, intermittently.
"Where to look?" Mo Fan asked again.
"Next...... Below! My head is right underneath, please, help me get it back! ā
Mo Fan knew that what the other party said must be what he was talking about just now, that is to say, the head of the body in front of him was among the thousands of heads.
Of course, he needed to know how to identify it, "How do I determine which head is yours?" ā
"I ...... I have...... Three eyes! ā
"Three eyes?"
It stands to reason that this clue is enough, but what if there are a few strange three-eyed wonders among the thousands of heads?
Therefore, for the sake of safety, Mo Fan continued to ask, "Then do you have any other features on your head?" For example, he looks ugly, his mouth is crooked, his nose is deflated, and he has one less ear. ā
The mouth of the person on the chest of the body fell silent, probably considering whether the other party was scolding him or asking him sincerely, and after a moment continued to answer with difficulty in a hoarse voice, "There is no mouth on the face of that head." ā
"Hmm." Mo Fan nodded, these two pieces of information were enough for him to accurately judge which was the other party's head. Immediately, he turned and went back the way he came.
As Mo Fan faded away, under the shadows, the human mouth on the chest of the headless body rose slightly, drawing a strange arc......
Since this time he was returning the same way, there was nothing to scruple about, Mo Fan's speed increased significantly, and he returned to the passage after a while.
Looking at the thousands of heads neatly arranged below, he didn't rush down to look for it, but carefully observed it for a while, confirming that there were no other players around, and then went down cautiously.
Without the feature of mouth, it is already very easy to recognize, and Mo Fan does not need to carefully observe them one by one, he can easily identify them.
Suppressing the sound of footsteps, he slowly walked around the neatly arranged heads, and in order to identify some of them, he even had to go close to the center of the skulls to check.
Mo Fan's behavior is tantamount to dancing on a tightrope, the slightest mistake is very likely to die on the spot, he doesn't want to taste the feeling of being pierced by countless tongues.
That feeling is definitely not much worse than ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, so he is unprecedentedly cautious, at this time, as long as a player screams next to him, even if it is him, it will definitely die!
Fortunately, there was no such scene, and there was no trace of the player around, and it took Mo Fan six or seven minutes to finally find a head without a mouth.
However, to his surprise, this head only had two eyes, and Mo Fan had to carefully examine this head.
Only then did I find that there was a closed eye just above the skull, and because the hair was too dense, I couldn't find it for a while.
After discovering the eye, it was already certain that this was the head needed by the headless body, Mo Fan glanced around and confirmed that his position was still in a relatively marginal position.
Even if he really woke up the many heads on the ground, he still had a considerable chance of surviving me, so he slowly reached out and grabbed the head on the ground.
Unexpectedly, he did not encounter any obstacles, and easily picked up the head, and the head showed no sign of being awakened, or could not be awakened at all.
Mo Fan took his head and cautiously returned to the edge, the smoothness of things was a little beyond his imagination, but he didn't care, and returned to the passage again.
The car walked along the passage until it came to the end, and the headless body was still sitting quietly on its knees, its posture had not changed in the slightest, it was still so weird.
As Mo Fan approached, the body seemed to be half awakened, and the hoarse and rapid voice sounded again: "I feel my head, give it to me!" Give it to me! ā
"What's the hurry? As the saying goes, if you can't afford to be unprofitable, you have to get some benefits to help you do things, right? Mo Fan gently shook the head in his hand and said with a smile. (To be continued.) )