Chen Mo entered the morgue, and the air inside was a little stuffy.

Walking in the dark house, every time he came to a fork in the road, Chen Mo would use the ability of the [Great Detective Cane] to divinate and predict, and after ten minutes, Chen Mo was wet with sweat all over his body.

The deeper he went into the interior of the morgue, the air around him became cold again, the wet clothes clinging to Chen Mo's body, and every time he breathed, he felt cold air pouring into his lungs.

Chen Mo passed by one morgue after another, and what made Chen Mo more relieved was that next to each corpse, it would be clearly written when these corpses were transported, for what reason they died, and if there was a name and age, all of them would be noted.

Chen Mo casually looked at the corpse, the deceased was called Xia Dongli, a native of Los Angeles, a second-level player, who accidentally died during a mission.

He was still very young in the container, and as for the specific cause of his death, it was not mentioned in the introduction.

There were all sorts of corpses, some well-preserved and some in tatters.

There is a kind old man, who looks very peaceful, and there is also a strong young man in his teens with his eyes closed.

Chen Mo had a headache, and he didn't dare to turn on the light source to find it, so it was easy to expose himself, and in the dark environment without lighting, the entire morgue was like a labyrinth composed of tombstones, and there were only highly repetitive corpses in his sight, and he would get lost if he was a little distracted.

After walking for another ten minutes, Chen Mo's footsteps suddenly stopped.

In front of him, suddenly, a woman appeared.

The woman was dressed in a delicate Luo skirt, green silk like a waterfall, and beautiful jewelry

Her face was soft, her skin was delicate, her eyes were as watery as black pearls, and her small mouth was smeared with red lip grease.

The breast is straight and the waist is thin, and there are all kinds of styles.

Chen Mo's gaze instantly became blank and dull.

The woman's skin is white and delicate, her eyes are like paint, her red lips are bright, and her handsome nose is matched with a pointed face.

Ness...

This word flashed through Chen Mo's mind.

It's more beautiful than my sister, Chu Xiaoran and many other beauties, such a look, how good it would be if I could marry home!

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Well?

The next moment, Chen Mo instantly sobered up a lot, even if this woman was beautiful in the past, she would never win against those good-looking monsters with an overwhelming advantage.

His performance just now was more like being charmed, he didn't know anything else, but in terms of appearance, his sister would always be the first in Chen Mo's heart.

So, something is wrong.

Chen Mo felt that the face of the curling spirit snake was slightly hot, and when he re-examined the beauty of Ness in front of him, in his eyes, it was no longer a stunning beauty, but a paper puppet with exquisite workmanship.

The paper puppet combed the popular hairstyle and wore a gorgeous Luo skirt, but what made Chen Mo feel terrifying was that the paper man's face was a frightening and miserable white, and encountering this scene in the morgue made Chen Mo feel chilly.

"I just don't know if this is the back hand of [Tiangang Disha], or the ghost brought by Yuan Qihu and them!?"

......

[Name: The right hand of the mourner]

[Type: Biological Equipment]

[Grade: S]

[Introduction: This is a legendary artifact]

[Special Effect: ??? 】

[Remarks:??? 】

The reason why the [Professor] was able to confidently shake the Spirit Venerable Stage with the Sage Stage was because of this equipment, the [Right Hand of the Mourners].

Xu Caiwei looked at [Professor's] right hand like a devil.

On the huge palm, the veins on the skin are as deep as the roots of an old tree dug out of the col, and the palm is spread out vertically, and you can see the huge calluses on it, and the thick blood vessels on it are like black lines bubbling and rolling.

Xu Caiwei's face did not change, and she pulled out the gun again and pulled the trigger.

But in the next moment, a swift shadow shot out from behind the broken wall, with a sharp roar, and pounced straight on Xu Caiwei!

Collapse!

Xu Caiwei has an orange-yellow light shield in front of her, a B-level defensive quality prop.

Fine cracks appeared in the orange-yellow light shield, and Xu Caiwei also took advantage of the situation to fly back.

As soon as she took half a step back, she felt something cold brushing against her face, cold and piercing.