The woman didn't speak, or maybe she couldn't speak at all, she just looked at Mo Fan quietly, as if she wanted to find fear or something else in the other party's eyes?

But it was destined to disappoint her, and she couldn't find any fear in the other person's eyes anyway. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Have you seen enough?" Mo Fan still didn't mean to make a move in this kind of situation that was enough to make most people creepy, but instead stretched out his finger to touch the woman's imperfect half of her face.

The woman's pupils contracted, and before Mo Fan could touch her, it turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared into this narrow passage.

After glancing at the front and back, and confirming that the woman had no intention of coming to attack suddenly, Mo Fan continued to follow the passage and slowly crawled forward.

Sometimes, one's intuition can still be trusted, and it was precisely because Mo Fan chose to trust his intuition that he did not attack the woman.

His instincts told him that if he attacked the woman, it would definitely be a lot of trouble, so he chose to believe it, in fact, I am afraid that his instincts were indeed correct.

Continuing to crawl along the dark and long passage, the dimly lit oil lamp in his hand was like a lonely boat in the ocean, providing Mo Fan with the only glimmer of light and hope.

In this way, after about two more minutes, Mo Fan finally saw the end of the passage, and below the wall at the end, there was a hole leading to the bottom.

He crawled to the entrance of the cave and looked down, and found that it was not as dark as he had imagined, and although it was dimly lit, it was much better than the passage above where he could not see his fingers.

After going down from the hole, I found that it was a long and narrow corridor, and on the walls on both sides, at intervals, there was a dimly lit oil lamp, similar to the enclosed space just now.

Looking at both sides, the empty corridors, not to mention the figures, even the ghosts were every one, so that Mo Fan almost thought that this was a solo copy, not a team copy.

Mo Fan didn't know the way, of course, he could only choose a direction at will, and walked straight along the corridor for hundreds of meters, and finally came to the end, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a space about the size of a football field, with plenty of oil lamps on the walls on both sides, providing plenty of light, and because there was no clutter, it looked a little empty, and as far as the eye could see, there were pale faces and closed eyes on the ground...... Head!

As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds or thousands of heads standing on the ground, which is spectacular, and neatly arranged, and there is actually a strange beauty.

The men stood with their heads straight on the ground, as if their bodies were buried under the ground, with only one head exposed.

"I've seen a turtle and a turtle, planting radishes and cabbage, and it's the first time I've seen a man." Mo Fan was amazed and suddenly found that on the opposite side of this space, there was also a passageway.

At this moment, a figure also appeared at the entrance of the passage opposite, which appeared to be a man, with a conspicuous nickname called "I am the one who rides the white horse" on the top of his head, apparently a player, level 10.

The man was obviously quite shocked when he saw this scene on the ground, and he was stunned for a while before he saw Mo Fan on the other side, but he was not stupid enough to yell in such an environment where there was a big problem at first glance. just beckoned to Mo Fan and motioned for Mo Fan to come over.

The other party obviously planned to let him try the thunder, of course Mo Fan didn't eat this set, so he beckoned at the other party again, the meaning is obvious, unless you come over, I won't go over.

Brother Baima knew that the other party was not so easy to fool, and he didn't waste his expression, so he began to carefully observe the surrounding environment. He soon discovered that in addition to the passage between him and the opposite side, there was also a passage in the center of the wall on the left and right, three meters above the ground.

There may be a special discovery in these two passages! After all, whether it is to the passage of Brother Baima or Mo Fan, they can only walk back along the path of the two, and most of them will not make new discoveries.

Of course, Mo Fan is also aware of this, but he doesn't know whether to go to the left or the right for the time being, if he goes the wrong way and goes to some places where he shouldn't go, most of them won't end well.

In addition, he didn't know whether there was a threat to these heads on the ground, so he didn't rush to make a choice, but stood there and observed.

After observing the sound for a while, but there was no surprise that Mo Fan didn't bother to bother anymore, he simply raised his throat and shouted loudly at the white horse brother who also didn't dare to act rashly: "Ha ah?"

“wtf？” The little brother on the white horse listened to the other party's sudden and lame English, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching. He didn't understand why the other party's level of English had the courage to speak English so loudly, and with an inexplicable confidence.

Mo Fan's lame but inexplicably confident English continued to echo in this empty space, like a magic sound.

The thousands of neatly arranged human heads on the ground all seemed to be awakened, and they suddenly opened their eyes in unison, revealing a pair of strange eyes with only the whites of their eyes!

"Click, click!"

With a series of bones twisting sounds, the heads on the ground that opened their eyes slowly twisted, facing Mo Fan and the white horse brother respectively.

Mo Fan and Brother Baima both smelled the smell of danger, and they subconsciously took a few steps back.

I saw that those heads were as if the machine guns had been aimed at the enemy, facing the two of them, no longer turning, opening their mouths, and the dark red strips shot out at a rapid speed like sharp arrows, and if you looked closely, you would definitely find that these were actually tongues that seemed to be infinitely extended!

Mo Fan didn't underestimate the power of these tongues, and stepped back again and again, and in an instant, several dark red tongues were inserted into the place where he was standing just now, like sharp swords, easily piercing into the ground.

It is conceivable that it is definitely not a good experience to be pierced by these tongues, and what is even more surprising is that these tongues are like homing missiles, and they will bend.

So much so that Mo Fan had to twist his body flexibly, avoiding one stab after another, and at the same time quickly retreating towards the rear.

It took more than ten meters to retreat before he could escape from the attack range of his tongue, Mo Fan looked at the tongues that were quickly withdrawn because they couldn't attack, and couldn't help pouting: "The tongue is so flexible, if you change it to a lonely female player, how can you hold it!"

The little brother on the white horse opposite was not as leisurely as him, almost rolling and crawling to barely escape the attack range of his tongue, and his face was even grazed by a tongue, leaving a blood mark. (To be continued.) )