Chapter 252 - Occultism

Chapter 252 Occultism

“Dong!!!”

A white ashtray dashed out from the side and smashed into the waiter’s wrist!

“Ah!”

The waiter let out a pig-like howl and the gun in his hand flew out.

The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped in front of the waiter.

He grabbed the waiter’s right hand and exerted force on his right arm.

Every move and move was completely based on the instinctive reaction of the muscles in his body.

The waiter was lifted by Fang Heng and drew a circle in the air.

“Dong!”

The waiter landed on his back and was smashed onto the floor, making a dull knocking sound.

The waiter felt pain all over his body and lost the ability to move.

He had just gritted his teeth and raised his head when two black muzzles were already aimed at his head.

“Don’t move!”

The waiter’s expression changed slightly.

The next second, his head tilted and he fainted.

The black-clothed bodyguard looked surprised. He immediately squatted down and quickly checked the waiter’s condition.

The bodyguard frowned and turned to look at Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei.

“He’s dead, it’s poison. He committed suicide.”

Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and asked, “Is he here for you?”

Mo Jiawei was also shocked.

“This….”

The next morning, in the meditation room.

A young man dressed in white sat upright on a futon.

Mo Yunxiao.

Mo Jiawei’s fourth uncle.

Fang Heng sized up Mo Yunxiao, who was making tea and muttered in his heart.

He was so young!

On the outside, Mo Yunxiao was not much older than Mo Jiawei. It was not an exaggeration to say that they looked like blood brothers.

Mo Yunxiao slowly poured three cups of tea and handed them to Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei.

“Please.”

Fang Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip.

“Fang Heng, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You’ve heard of me?”

Fang Heng was puzzled.

He thought to himself, am I very famous?

Mo Yunxiao caught the subtle expression on Fang Heng’s face. He smiled and did not answer. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Because of the assassination incident, Mo Jiawei was brought to the police station last night to be investigated. He only returned home at midnight.

He had just slept for a few hours and was dragged by Fang Heng to meet the guest.

He yawned at the side. “Fourth Uncle, Fang Heng is my best friend. He has helped me a lot in the game and is also our partner.”

“He has been in some trouble recently, so he specially came to ask you for advice.”

“I don’t dare to give advice, let’s talk instead.”

Mo Yunxiao sat up straight and made a gesture of invitation.

“If you have any doubts, feel free to say it.”

Fang Heng had already prepared a rough draft before coming here.

He gave a rough description of his memory loss and the ritual he saw in the dream.

As for the note that he found in the rented house, Fang Heng deliberately hid it.

After listening to Fang Heng’s narration, Mo Yunxiao seemed to have an answer.

He whispered, “The memory loss…”

“Uncle, you already know?”

“Probably.”

Looking up, Mo Yunxiao smiled slightly.

“Fang Heng, there’s no doubt that what you saw in your dream was a memory projection, but what you saw may not be true.”

“For example, if you saw your friend in your dream, she might just be a psychological hint.”

“Your friend might have participated in your ritual, but of course, it’s also possible that it has nothing to do with the ritual.”

“We can now confirm one thing. You did participate in the ritual before, and you even opened the ‘lock’ through the power of the ritual.”

Fang Heng nodded.

“As for the memory loss you mentioned, I think this has nothing to do with the ritual.”

Fang Heng was a little surprised and asked in surprise, “Nothing to do with it?”

“Yes, part of the reason for the memory loss is probably related to the King of Gods’ game.”

Fang Heng’s frown deepened.

“Under certain circumstances, the player’s memory will be hidden by the King of Gods.”

“For example, the Federation has confirmed that once a player has completed the main storyline mission, he will use some special method to return to the new server of the elementary game and attempt to complete the main storyline mission again.”

“At this time, the King of Gods will hide the player’s memories of the relevant game content.”

“As time passes, the relevant memories related to this matter will gradually be hidden.”

“Of course, some of the hidden memories can be awakened.”

As he spoke, Mo Yunxiao put down the teacup in his hand and stared into Fang Heng’s eyes.

“Fang Heng, do you still remember your ranking in the basic level Magic Tower?”

Magic Tower?

Fang Heng was stunned.

Following that, a series of memories appeared in his mind.

Other than the official game, there were many other training modes in the King of Gods’ game that could be used.

For example, the Magic Tower mode, the Arena mode, the Team mode…

These modes had nothing to do with the game world of the main storyline, and participating in the game couldn’t earn any time online. No one had ever received any rewards from these modes.

Hence, the vast majority of players would ignore them.

However, the Federation believed that the existence of these game modes wasn’t meaningless.

King of Gods had activated these modes to train the player.

Before the player reached adulthood, they could enter the game through the game cabin, but they could only enter the basic modes of these types of games.

To encourage the player to participate in the game training from a young age, the entire Federation would provide large amounts of money to hold large-scale competitions around the world.

Fang Heng remembered that this body of his had entered the game from the start of his studies, and had once been addicted to it.

In the past, it was because of his outstanding performance in the Magic Tower mode that he caught the attention of several gaming clubs.

“It seems that my judgment was right. You have already recalled some things.”

Mo Yunxiao felt that his guess was right. He stretched out his left hand forward and spread it out.

“Fang Heng, do you mind if I observe the mark on the back of your hand?”

“Sure.”

Fang Heng stretched out his hand and let Mo Yunxiao’s palm cover the back of his hand.

Mo Yunxiao picked up the teacup on the short wooden table and poured it on the back of Fang Heng’s hand.

“Chi…”

A soft sound came from the back of Fang Heng’s hand and some steam came out.

The runic mark on the back of his hand appeared again.

It lasted for four to five seconds before the runic mark slowly disappeared.

Mo Yunxiao withdrew his hand and frowned, remaining silent. Mo Jiawei couldn’t help but urge, “Fourth Uncle, how is it?”

“It’s a ritual of occultism. Currently, it’s only activated to Tier 1 materialization.”

“The strange thing is that I’ve never seen this ritual before, but I can confirm that it’s been partially modified.”

Fang Heng asked, “Mr Mo, is there any danger to this ritual?”

“From the perspective of the ritual, I have never heard of the existence of traps or dangers, but some rituals have some special effects.”

Hearing this, Fang Heng was greatly relieved.

What he was most afraid of was the negative effects of the mark on the back of the hand.

Mo Yunxiao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head again.

“Fang Heng, I need some time to look up some information. I hope that I can understand the specific meaning of the effect of the ritual on the back of your hand.”

“I may need your cooperation during this period. If it’s convenient, I hope you can stay here for some time.”

Fang Heng briefly thought about it.

Staying here was not much different from going back. They were both playing games.

If he did not figure out the effect of the mark on the back of his hand, he could hardly be at ease.

“Thank you. Sorry to bother you during this period.”