The translucent sword body slashed an afterimage in the air, slashing heavily at the heavy iron gate!

"Boom!"

With a sharp sound, the huge anti-shock force came through the sword body, and Mo Fan staggered back a few steps and shook his numb arms that were shocked. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking up, except for a white mark on the iron door, it was not damaged too much, but fortunately, the blow just now was very powerful, and it shook the iron door out of the inlaid wall for a few points.

He stepped forward quickly and made up for another heavy kick, and as expected, the whole big iron door fell straight and straight, raising up a cloud of dust.

With the help of the shiny stone next to him, Mo Fan finally got a general view of the situation inside, it was a small closed and empty room, dimly lit, and there were no other items except for a pile of weeds in the corner on the side.

A man in ragged clothes and a mantle with a disheveled hair was standing stupidly next to the iron gate that fell to the ground, different from the excitement just now, obviously he didn't expect that he was really rescued like this, and he was a little incredulous for a while.

After waiting for half a sound, he ran out of it ecstatically, ignored Mo Fan, climbed up the stairs for a while, and due to physical exhaustion, he was tired and panting and lay on the stairs looking up to the sky and laughing: "Finally come out, finally come out, no longer have to bear the endless torture!"

With a slight movement of his brows, Mo Fan did not step forward to disturb this guy, but as if he had discovered something, he walked into the closed small room in front of him.

If you look closely, you really don't dazzle him, on the wall of the small room, there is a palm-sized Arabic numeral - "2"!

"This is No. 2 Nanke Street? The number 3 should be not far below. ”

Mo Fan was thinking about it, and for a moment, the entire small room suddenly went dark, almost reaching the point where he couldn't see his fingers.

As soon as he turned his head, the large iron door that he had smashed down had returned to its original position at some point, and only a glimmer of light was reflected through the hole in the door.

Without the slightest panic or hurry, Mo Fan immediately activated the fire attribute attack of the Blood Dance, and a layer of flames was immediately attached to the translucent sword, as if a torch was lit in the dark night, illuminating this small space.

The man lying on the stairs outside was huddled in the corner of the wall at this time, pulling his hair and muttering, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Why is this happening? ”

Even Mo Fan was a little confused, why did this happen, he went to the iron gate to take a look, there was no trace of damage, and everything was restored as before.

What is the reason for this? This man has obviously run so far, how did he end up here? The iron door was obviously blasted open by him, how did it recover as before?

Without thinking at all, Mo Fan didn't bother to think about it, so he simply picked up the blood dance in his hand and blasted open the big iron gate again, this time the iron gate fell outside.

The light shone in, and the man who was cowering in the corner of the wall ran out as if he had seen the dawn, and immediately ran out as if he were crazy, not wanting to stay in this ghost place for a second longer.

Mo Fan just watched the man go crazy and ran up the stairs, and after a while, there was a flicker in front of him.

Everything was back to the way it was, with the iron door intact and closed, and ...... The man still cowering in the corner!

"It's ...... Hallucination? ”

The thought had just risen, and it was ruled out by Mo Fan, the blood dance had the effect of breaking the void, and the ordinary illusion had no effect on him at all, and most of them could be ruled out.

So what should be used to explain all this?

It's like playing a single-player game, starting in a small enclosed room, and once the man escapes, someone clicks to start over, and everything is back in place.

"Hee-hee!"

The sudden sound of weird laughter interrupted Mo Fan's train of thought, and he turned his head to look at the man who was cowering in the corner, and was trembling and muttering: "They're here again, they're here again!"

"They?"

Mo Fan turned his head to look around, and found that there was a small hole the size of a thumb in the walls on both sides, he stepped forward to take a look, and through the hole, he could see a dark yellow eyeball staring at him.

With this dark yellow eyeball, the big eyes stared at the small eyes for a while, and there was nothing strange happening, Mo Fan couldn't help but naughtily pick up a weed, and poked the dark yellow eyeball opposite the small hole of the weed.

But only halfway through the poke, the eyeball disappeared, and the hole was also blocked, so he couldn't see anything, Mo Fan walked to the wall on the other side again, and sure enough, there was also a small hole, and a dark yellow eyeball was peeking across the hole.

It's no wonder that this man is so scared, normal people are in this dark environment, being peeped at by two unknown things, it is estimated that he has long been scared stupid.

Looking at the man's behavior just now, it is estimated that most of his spirit is also a little abnormal, and Mo Fan is simply, since he can't understand the key to it, he will directly use violence.

The sword energy continued to point on the strength, and the already extremely strong power began to skyrocket wildly!

47…… 50…… 55…… 60…… 67！

It took two hundred points of sword energy to increase the strength by a full 20 points, and the sword energy could also be increased by 12 points, but Mo Fan felt that he didn't need it anymore.

The incomparable power was surging in his body, and Mo Fan even faintly felt that he couldn't control it at all, and he even felt as if he was holding a breath in his heart, and he urgently needed to find an outlet.

A thunderous sword slashed out and slammed into the wall on the side, this terrifying force smashed on the wall, as if detonating a bomb on it, and with a "boom" sound, it kicked up dust in the sky, and a pothole the size of a basin and a depth of more than ten centimeters was blasted out of the wall alive.

Just when he was feeling comfortable physically and mentally, Mo Fan's brows furrowed slightly due to an unexpected discovery, and he saw that there was no trace of the small hole used for snooping on the wall.

He had already estimated just now that the length of the small hole was about 10 centimeters, and beyond this 40 centimeters, it must be the hiding place of the guy who peeped here.

And his blow blasted out a depth of more than ten centimeters, and it stands to reason that he should have blasted through the wall, but it backfired, and there was still a thick wall behind it!

Mo Fan, who did not give up, slammed several times, dozens of centimeters deep, but except for the walls, it was still the walls, and he couldn't see the existence of other spaces at all, so he was completely dead.

Behind this, there is no so-called hiding place at all, and there is no space for enough people to hide, so what is the eyeball that spied here just now?