Chapter Seventy-Three: Terror Space
"I'll leave the necromancer over there to you later. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Shi Yulin sent a message through the player's game panel.
"No problem." Mo Yan responded, that necromancer is also a zero-level player, and he has nothing to fear at all among his peers.
"And the old lady here?" Mo Yan sent another message over.
It's just that Shi Yulin has no chance to answer him, and Qin Yuanlou on the opposite side has already attacked.
"Tonight, I'm bound to win." Qin Yuanlou tweeted: "No matter who it is, the one who stands in my way will die!" ”
A rich spiritual power rushed over quickly, like a wave, Mo Yan, who had no time to react, was the first to swallow it.
This is not the first time Qin Yuanlou has faced off against Mo Yan, this kid has fought against him many times before, so as soon as he made a move, Qin Yuanlou chose Mo Yan. After all, one of the players of the [Blood Bat Civilization] he sent out before disappeared when he fought against Mo Yan, and Zhong Laosan, the player of the [Black Sail Pirate Civilization], also fell into Mo Yan's hands.
After calculation, Qin Yuanlou's two generals were successively folded in Mo Yan's hands, so he was naturally very jealous of Mo Yan, and as soon as he made a move, he took the lead in controlling the opponent's main force!
Mo Yan only felt a flower in front of him, and the next moment, he actually appeared in a quaint old house.
The old house is a very common kind of dwelling, not big, but it has all kinds of furniture inside, and the drum washing machine is still rumbling on the balcony.
"Illusion?" Mo Yan looked around, all the physical objects in the room could be touched and seen, giving people a sense of immersion.
"Ding, you've received an urgent message." A notification sound is heard in the game panel.
Before the war, Mo Yan had already been friends with Shi Yulin and them, and they could talk freely through the panel.
Mo Yan clicked on the message panel and found a font message from Shi Yulin: "Where are you, are you okay?!" This is Qin Yuanlou's terrifying illusion attack, which belongs to the spiritual power level, some of the things in it are true and some are fake, you must pay attention! ”
"Sure enough." Mo Yan put away the panel, looked around, and said secretly: "This kind of spiritual power can pull a player into the illusion realm, and it is worthy of being a quasi-first-level player." ”
Most of the supernatural players have a withdrawn personality, and the type of cultivation is somewhat similar to the ghost cultivation among the cultivators, but there are not exactly similarities. Compared with ghost cultivation, supernatural players have more outstanding abilities in the spiritual sea, especially good at illusion attacks.
For example, the scene that Mo Yan encountered in the alley last time was probably that he accidentally entered the other party's mirage space.
Mo Yan replied simply, telling them not to worry, they would break through immediately.
Rustling.
There was a sound, and the TV in the room turned on automatically for no reason, and the old-fashioned TV seemed to be unable to receive a signal at the moment, and the whole screen flashed with white snowflakes and made a rustling sound.
Mo Yan's expression suddenly became vigilant.
"What's the matter, Midnight Bell?" Mo Yan couldn't help but mutter.
Suddenly, the TV suddenly changed the screen, and it seemed to receive a signal again, and a TV program appeared in it.
It seems to be a children's program, and the picture is very old in the black and white TV set.
Inside the TV, a beautiful female teacher brings a group of kindergarten children wearing yellow hats to a park to play.
There are people coming and going in the park, and there are some old men and women who exercise here in the morning, doing tai chi, and using the free fitness equipment in the park.
"Kids, let's continue playing yesterday's game today, okay?" The female teacher stood in front of the students and clapped her hands happily.
"Okay." The children said in unison, pronouncing milky voices.
"Alright, I'm going to get started." The female teacher suddenly took out a sharp saber from her backpack, the knife was more than a meter long, and the blade flashed cold. She smiled and slashed at the nearest child.
Half of the child's head was cut off with a single blow, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Hahaha." The other children seemed to have seen something funny, laughed, and then ran happily, dodging.
It's like playing with an eagle catching a chicken.
"Children, I'm here, watch me catch you~" The female teacher smiled and ran slowly, looking casual.
"Hahaha." A little girl was grabbed by a female teacher, and the little girl let out a playful laugh.
"The teacher is good or bad, you don't want to catch anyone else, I want to play for a while." The little girl pouted, and the milk voice was milky.
"That's no way, if you get caught, you'll be punished." The female teacher touched her little head, then smiled and stabbed her inside, like a meat skewer in a barbecue, the tip of the knife did not come out of the other side.
The rest of the surrounding park all looked at the bloody scene with smiles on their faces, as if they didn't feel anything wrong at all.
"Hide, I'm going to arrest someone." The female professor smiled slightly, then turned her head, as if looking in the direction of Mo Yan, her eyes were meaningful.
"Neurotic!" Outside the TV, Mo Yan couldn't help frowning, and then with a bang, he shot through the entire TV.
Silence returned to the room.
"If I'm not mistaken, all of these mental visions have a central point, and that core point may be something...... It could also be someone. "Before the war, Mo Yan had worked the supernatural civilization.
Among the thousands of civilizations in the endless space, the supernatural civilization should be a variant civilization belonging to the ghost class and the spirit class, and is known for being weird.
Most of the players who play this kind of civilization have a little mental problem, and ordinary players are respectful of them and do not want to provoke them.
After all, you don't want to have a day when under the bed you've been sleeping in suddenly stretches out a pair of scarred ghost hands.
The cabinet you've been using may suddenly have a woman dressed in white the next time you open it.
Your dearest wife, when she finally gave birth, gave birth to a ghost baby in the shape of a demon.
Paranormal players, although most of the time they can't deal real damage to other players, have a thousand ways to disgust someone.
Mo Yan walked out of the room and came to the balcony.
He found himself in what appeared to be a tall building, like the most common kind of apartment in the real world. When Mo Yan wanted to fly out of this building, an unprecedented resistance suddenly came from the space in front of him, intercepting him.
There seems to be some supernatural force that wants to keep him in the room.
"Sure enough, the key to break this illusion is hidden in this room nine times out of ten!" Mo Yan said secretly in his heart, and at the same time looked at his game panel.
Shi Yulin has sent several messages, most of them are not enough, there is no nutrition, they are all words like asking Mo Yan to be careful.
Judging from the news, Shi Yulin himself seems to be in big trouble, and it is very likely that he is facing Qin Yuanlou.
Squeak-squeak-.
In the room, a slight noise caught Mo Yan's attention.
"It's finally coming?" Mo Yan let out a contemptuous laugh and said, "Pretend to be a ghost!" ”
Spiritual space is a kind of illusion, in which true and false things exist. With a quasi-first-level strength like Qin Yuanlou, being able to conjure up a room's illusion space was already extremely remarkable. But he wanted to use the terrifying fantasy space to trap Mo Yan, which was nothing more than a fool's dream.
His mental strength simply couldn't last so long!
Mo Yan didn't like this weird terrifying space very much, so he simply wanted to solve it quickly and came directly to the place where the sound came from.
It's the wardrobe in the bedroom, and there is a creepy sound in the wardrobe, which is like someone constantly scratching the blackboard with their nails, which makes people's scalp tingle.