Returning to the entrance of the passage again, Mo Fan found that the heads on the ground had returned to their original state, and his eyes were all closed tightly again, as if nothing had happened just now. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Through the trial of the moment, it was learned that the heads would wake up and attack if they heard a slightly louder sound.

It can be seen from the fact that the little brother on the white horse did not make a sound just now, and was still affected by the pond fish, it can be seen that these heads on the ground do not need to judge the location of the target according to the sound, and should automatically attack the nearest target as long as they are awakened.

Next, it was necessary to judge whether these heads would be awakened by other means, Mo Fan blinked, and immediately stepped out of the passage, and slowly walked to the nearest head and shook his hand softly.

The skulls showed no signs of being awakened, and it seemed that humans would not wake them up if they passed by.

The little brother on the white horse at the entrance of the opposite passage saw this scene and sighed that while Mo Fan was bold, he just watched quietly. In fact, if he shouts loudly now, he can also make the other party very embarrassed, or even be killed directly.

But this is a team dungeon, and the other party is obviously a player like him, that is, in the same camp, although the other party's reckless behavior just now made him a little embarrassed, and even a little injured, but he is not going to frame the other party because of this.

Not long after, Mo Fan had already come to the wall on the left, and with a casual jump, he easily jumped into the passage mouth that was nearly three meters above the ground.

When the little brother on the white horse saw this scene, he originally planned to enter the passage on the other side, but after thinking about it, he felt that if the two of them were together, they would have a good response.

Coupled with the fact that he had encountered several supernatural events when he was alone before, it really gave him a psychological shadow, and he had never encountered such a terrifying copy.

So in the end, he decided to be a little cowardly, so he tiptoed towards the passage where Mo Fan was, but fortunately, he didn't encounter any accidents halfway and entered the passage smoothly.

"Hello." After the little brother on the white horse came up, he greeted Mo Fan with a big grin.

"Hmm." Mo Fan nodded, "Your nickname for this game is quite interesting, is your real name Sanzang?" ”

"No, why do you ask?" The little brother on the white horse looked puzzled. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with my nickname for riding a white horse, and the meaning of this nickname is also very clear, that is, he is the prince charming who rides a white horse.

"Isn't it Tang Sanzang who rides a white horse?" Mo Fan asked rhetorically.

"Huh." Brother Baima laughed dryly, obviously feeling a little speechless about the other party's cold jokes, "You are so humorous!" ”

"I think so too." Mo Fan said casually, then turned around and walked in along the passage behind him.

It's also a long and narrow passage that resembles a corridor, with oil lamps on the walls on either side at intervals, dim but barely visible, and it seems that the entire copy is in this style, which inevitably makes people feel a little oppressive.

Mo Fan's kind of cold humor can perfectly interrupt all topics every time, making the atmosphere quite awkward, and the little brother on the white horse didn't know how to talk for a while, so he could only follow the other party quietly.

Now two people are always much better than him, after all, this copy is too eerie, and it is always good for multiple people to be courageous, although the other party seems to be a guy who doesn't talk much, but it doesn't matter.

After going straight along the passage for about three or four hundred meters, you can see the end of the passage in the distance, which is sealed by a wall, and it seems that you can't move forward any further.

"There's no road ahead." The little brother on the white horse saw that Mo Fan was still moving forward, and couldn't help but remind.

Mo Fan didn't say anything, just pointed to the bottom of the wall at the end of the passage.

It turned out that there were no oil lamps on the walls at the end of the passage, so that the place was darker than the rest.

Therefore, the little brother of the white horse only saw the cold wall, and now when he looked closely, he found that in the dark shadow under the wall, there seemed to be a figure kneeling there!

After seeing this scene clearly, Brother White couldn't help but swallow his saliva, he really hated this copy, it was simply sincerely used to scare players, and it was estimated that anyone who didn't have a heart attack would have to be scared out of a heart attack.

When he saw that Mo Fan was still walking towards the shadow area without any scruples, he gritted his teeth and chose to follow, while muttering incessantly: "You be careful, maybe it's a zombie, if you are caught, it will be miserable."

Mo Fan ignored it, picked up an oil lamp next to him, and walked to the shadow area, bringing a ray of light to this dark area.

Finally, I could clearly see the appearance of the figure kneeling on the ground, because the other party was kneeling facing the wall, and only the back could be seen.

With a big waist and a round waist, he looks like a man, and he looks ordinary, but only the big bald head that is shiny is very eye-catching.

As if he didn't feel the two of them approaching, the "man" still sat on his knees with his head bowed facing the wall, like a ...... Devout believers!

The little brother on the white horse couldn't stand this weird and terrifying atmosphere, and he was already sure in his heart that this must be a monster in front of him, so he simply made the first move, and there was an extra nunchuck in his hand in an instant.

The vigorous stick swept out and hit the man's bald head, and with a "boom", the big bald head was smashed away, hit the wall on the side, and fell to the ground.

"How can it be so easy?" Brother White Horse was confused.

I saw that the big bald head that fell to the ground made a "click" sound, followed by the scalp shattering like an eggshell, and a bat no larger than the size of a skull came out of it.

Before the little brother could react, the bat turned into a black shadow and flew in his face, and its wide wings wrapped around his head like two big hands.

"Help me, help me, help me!" In the face of such a situation, the nunchucks in his hands could not work at all, so he could only pull them with his bare hands.

The bat seemed to be stuck to what he was calling, and he couldn't tear it off, and there was darkness in front of him, and the feeling of being gnawed on his face kept coming.

This feeling almost broke his psychological defense, staggered over, tore the bat on his face, and desperately called for help at Mo Fan.

"Don't move yet!" Mo Fan also wanted to help the other party get rid of the bat, but the other party kept scurrying, which made it difficult for him to start for a while.

"Help me, save me!" The little brother of the white horse is almost broken in his heart now, where can he still care about Mo Fan's shouting. Especially after feeling as if something had pierced his eyes, he almost lost his mind and hit himself in the face with a stick! (To be continued.) )