It took half an hour, everything was ready, Mo Fan returned to the black mist again, and the next thing he needed to do was to wait patiently. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If nothing else, Mo Fan's plan this time should be foolproof, but the plan can't catch up with the changes, and for some reason, the next batch of headless ghosts is delayed.

An hour......

Two hours......

Time passed minute by minute, and soon three hours passed, and the next group of headless ghosts did not even see a shadow.

If it weren't for Mo Fan's stubborn temper, he would not necessarily continue to wait, with this time, he could already do a lot of things.

However, Mo Fan made up his mind, and the eight cows couldn't pull it back, and they waited until the fifth hour for a new batch of headless ghosts to finally appear.

The moment the strange voice appeared, Mo Fan's mood immediately made him feel a lot happier, but next, it was the most important link, once he failed, things would become more troublesome.

Mo Fan, who was standing far away, glanced at the things he had spent half an hour making before, and only felt that his manual ability was off the charts, and he couldn't help but want to praise himself.

This is a hook, to be precise, an iron hook, or more precisely, it is actually a big nail that is bent by him, and then it becomes this iron hook.

There was a long thick rope wrapped around the iron hook, to say the least, it was seven or eight meters long, and it was really not easy to find this on the ghost street, and it took him a lot of effort.

This simple and shoddy thing is the key to Mo Fan's success this time, although he knew through the last temptation, as long as he didn't get the big red coffin in the middle, those headless ghosts would not pay attention to it.

Therefore, he could try to use these headless ghosts to go to the place where he couldn't find them, but Mo Fan still didn't die enough to run and ride on those headless ghosts.

After all, once these headless ghosts were angry, Mo Fan's behavior was not to die, but purely to find death, so he spent so much energy to make this simple prop, just to avoid risks.

I've been waiting for so long, and if there is another accident that doesn't work out, I don't know when the next opportunity will be.

Therefore, Mo Fan was still more careful, and did not use the hook in his hand to hook those headless ghosts as soon as he came up, although this could judge in advance whether these headless ghosts were disgusted by his behavior, but he still did not try.

He didn't want to wait any longer, according to the rules of these few times, these headless ghosts would be separated by time every time.

This time it's more than five hours, so what about the next time? Eight hours? Ten hours? Or even longer? By then, it's almost time for the dungeon to be over.

So if Mo Fan hooked the headless ghost now, if the headless ghost didn't get angry, he could follow him all the way to the destination, which would be considered a success.

But once the headless ghost is angered by his behavior, he can only escape, and needless to say, he can only wait for the next opportunity.

Mo Fan didn't want to wait, so he could only gamble, what he gambled on was that he could succeed at one time!

To be precise, he is not called gambling, but self-confidence, and only with absolute self-confidence can he dare to play like this!

Following the headless ghost team all the way, Mo Fan kept holding the hook in his hand, silently waiting for that last moment.

After a while, the team of headless ghosts in front of them came to a place where a circle was drawn with dirt on the ground, which was Mo Fan's mark on the final point.

If nothing else, these headless ghosts will all stand in this circle and disappear into thin air together!

Sure enough, many headless ghosts carried the coffin and slowly floated into the circle, Mo Fan was not in a hurry, he didn't want any accidents, so he still waited patiently, waiting for the last and most perfect moment!

Gradually, all the headless ghosts floated into the circle, and Mo Fan knew that in the next moment, these guys would all disappear out of thin air.

With a flick of his eyes, Mo Fan shook his hand, and the hook in his hand was like a sharp arrow, drawing a black line in the air, flying out, and finally landing on the waist of one of the headless ghosts.

With a slight pull, the curved iron hook perfectly hooked the belt of the headless ghost, and the corners of Mo Fan's mouth rose slightly.

The next moment, this group of headless ghosts all disappeared out of thin air, and the iron hook tied to the rope flew upwards violently, and before Mo Fan could make an expression, a huge force came from the rope in his hand, and his whole body was pulled violently and flew upward.

It turned out that Mo Fan's guess at the beginning was not wrong, those headless ghosts really went to the top, but because it was too high, he couldn't find out.

In this way, Mo Fan was pulled, flying all the way upward, and in the blink of an eye, he flew out twenty or thirty meters.

The cold wind blew his face, and the thick black mist covered his eyes, but it didn't make Mo Fan feel painful at all, and his heart was even hotter.

He couldn't wait to find out, what was hidden behind all this?

What kind of scene is it on top of the black fog in the sky? What kind of existence does it have?

The most important thing and what he cares about the most is whether the secret behind it is worth Mo Fan's time and energy?

After a while, the force on the rope slammed and stopped, Mo Fan's eyes lit up, and his expression was a little difficult to hide.

"It's here!"

Although he was looking forward to it, Mo Fan subconsciously glanced below, and the black fog was filled, and it felt the same as sitting on a plane and looking below.

It seems to be above the clouds, it looks very beautiful, but the danger hidden in it is self-evident, Mo Fan estimated, at this time his altitude is about a few hundred meters or even thousands of meters in the air.

Unlike in the safe cabin of an airplane, the only support he has now is the rope in his hand, which doesn't look very strong, and if he falls, there is no doubt that he will die!

Looking up, I saw that the top of the rope extended into the black mist, and I couldn't see what was going on above at all, but I could faintly see that there seemed to be a piece of land floating on it.

Although he likes to die, it doesn't mean that Mo Fan likes to seek death, so he didn't enjoy the beautiful scenery above anymore, and immediately climbed up along the rope.

At this moment, if the rope suddenly breaks, or the headless ghost who is hooked by the rope is impatient and tears off the hook, Mo Fan will be left with no bones now!

Fortunately, today, he was lucky, and he climbed to the top, and there were no other accidents with the rope, and Mo Fan successfully climbed to the edge of the ground......

(PS: Fever, splitting headache, I feel like my head is about to explode, so there are only two shifts today, I'm really sorry.) (To be continued.) )