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Chapter 251 Offline Meeting

"Hello? Chen Yu?"

"Fang Heng? I've finally gotten in touch with you."

Chen Yu was a little surprised.

He felt that it was too difficult to even contact Fang Heng!

"Hahaha, I'm sorry. I've been quite busy recently."

"Fang Heng, we're preparing to enter Pine City. This operation is very important. We've already received news that the anti-federation forces have been…"

"Ahem, Chen Yu."

Fang Heng coughed lightly and interrupted, "Actually, I'm not interested in the mission in Pine City. Why don't we settle the account for the last Blood Moon Project?"

"Ah?"

Chen Yu exclaimed.

He did not expect Fang Heng to call about the account this time.

"Did you run into some trouble?"

"Yes, it's big trouble."

Fang Heng sighed, sounding very distressed.

"I need trucks. Trucks that can transport goods. The more the better."

Chen Yu opened his mouth and immediately began to think.

What did he need so many trucks for?

Was one not enough?

What kind of operation was the prison shelter planning to use trucks for?

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Fang Heng asked tentatively, "Chen Yu?"

"Oh, I'm here. I'm sorry, I was distracted." "The last Blood Moon incident was all thanks to your prison, which provided a lot of help to the Federation."

Chen Yu scratched the back of his head. "Fang Heng, we estimate that we can provide you with an item equivalent to 1,300 King of Gods' points. However, we have already provided you with some special ore resources in the early stages."

"In other words, we can also provide you with three large military delivery trucks. Do you think this plan will work?"

Only three.

Fang Heng frowned, feeling that it was a bit too little.

However, after careful calculation, the materials used to repair the alloy emergency exits of the quarantine zone were all extremely rare metals, and the actual price was indeed very high.

Furthermore, the Federation did not cheat him.

"Alright, three then. When will the goods arrive?"

"I'll apply as soon as possible. It's estimated to be tomorrow."

Chen Yu felt that something was not right, so he continued to ask, "Fang Heng, Pine City is related to the main storyline mission and the rewards will be substantial. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"You want me to go?"

"Yes, the two Federation players who participated in the Pine City mission with you previously highly recommended you."

Chen Yu was very sincere and said, "With you around, our mission success rate will increase significantly."

Fang Heng sensed an opportunity.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Then… Why don't you give me two more military trucks? I'll follow along to protect your safety?"

"This…" Chen Yu was stunned for a moment before he replied, "I'll go and ask my superiors. We might take action tomorrow morning. You have to make preparations in advance."

"No problem. By the way, do you have any plans for the next round of the Blood Moon Project?"

"Yes, because the two Blood Moons are too close. Although the game has already activated the server transfer system, the difficulty of the server transfer is still too high for us at this stage."

Fang Heng was delighted and immediately said, "Add five more military trucks for me. I want 200 people for the next round of the Blood Moon. How about it?"

"You guys give me the goods first. The people can move in after three days."

"Uh…"

Chen Yu was puzzled.

He did not doubt that Fang Heng could handle the Blood Moon given 150 people.

But… he wanted five big trucks?

There were already ten big trucks here and there. What was Fang Heng trying to do?

Was he going to have a car exhibition?

"I'll have to ask the leader about this. I think it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Okay, contact me anytime if you have any news."

Fang Heng hung up the phone.

He was elated.

This was great.

With military trucks, they could transport resources to the shelter one by one.

They could then transport some of the resources to the apocalypse merchant camp around the shelter and sell them for points.

The plan to empty the apocalypse merchant camp, which was set half a month ago, finally saw light.

For future military trucks, the next road repair plan had to be put on the agenda.

Hold on, slow down.

At least for the next two days, after completing the repair of the quarantine zone's emergency exits, he could rest and hang up the game properly.

After all, there were more important things to do outside of the game.

Fang Heng pondered for a while, opened the website and booked a train ticket to Xihong City.

Fang Heng packed a few clothes and headed to the train station.

Five hours later.

"Hi, God! I'm here! I'm here!"

Just as he got off the train, Fang Heng saw Mo Jiawei standing on the platform.

He was standing in the most eye-catching position among the crowd, waving his hands and feet. Behind him were two muscular bodyguards in black.

"God, you've finally seen me in person. Let's go, I'll bring you to the best foot spa city in this area."

"I've already booked a private room. Don't worry. When we reach my old Mo Family's territory, you can eat, drink and have fun."

Fang Heng smiled bitterly.

He was not here to eat, drink and have fun this time.

"No, let's talk about business first."

"Foot spa city is business. You don't know, right? My great-great-grandfather's generation started off with a foot spa city. Oh right, it wasn't called foot spa city then, it was called a bathhouse."

"It's a tradition of our family to invite our best friends to foot spa city."

Mo Jiawei bragged and put his hand on Fang Heng's shoulder. "Besides, my fourth uncle is very healthy. He goes to bed at 10 p.m. I'll take you to see him tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Seeing Mo Jiawei's enthusiasm, Fang Heng could only follow his 'master's' orders.

After having a meal in the splendid foot spa city, Mo Jiawei brought Fang Heng into a VIP room to soak his feet. "Phew! Awesome!"

After soaking his feet in the tub, Mo Jiawei sighed.

Fang Heng looked at the two bodyguards in black behind Mo Jiawei.

Along the way, the two security guards followed closely behind Mo Jiawei 24 hours a day.

They even followed him to the toilet.

"God, these two security guards were trained by the family since they were young. They are reliable and keep their mouths shut. We can rest assured."

Mo Jiawei explained and chatted with Fang Heng about the game.

"The next Blood Moon is very short. Is the prison shelter going to accept players? I think we can use this opportunity to make a lot of money."

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"Yeah, we can consider it."

Fang Heng pondered for a moment.

Not to mention money, Fang Heng felt that he could use the Blood Moon as an opportunity to kill a wave of zombies and earn a wave of points and evolution crystals.

After a while, when Victor finished building the beam turret, Blood Moon Level 30 would be as easy as playing games.

"But I don't want too many spies to sneak into the shelter… I need to screen the personnel…"

While the two were chatting, there was a knock on the door and a foot-spa city waiter came in with a fruit plate.

Fang Heng looked at him twice.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, the bodyguard in black shouted.

The moment the voice sounded, the hotel employee took out a black pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Mo Jiawei.

The other bodyguard in black reacted faster. He had already pounced on Mo Jiawei with his body.

Just as the bodyguard was about to press down on his pistol, a white shadow flew toward him.

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 c 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."