The two guards were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at each other imperceptibly.
None of them have seen Mu Fan!
But since he dared to call Lord Mo Changkong by his first name and claimed to be his old friend, he must have some background.
Because ordinary people will never do this for fun, otherwise they will die miserably.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment,"
A smile appeared on the guard's face: "I'll report it."
Mu Fan nodded arrogantly, he knew how to deal with the person in front of him.
A guard agreed, turned around and walked into the iron gate.
Mu Fan stood in front of the iron gate, pressing his cane with both hands, closing his eyes, and looking enigmatic.
The other guard was shocked when he saw this, and immediately straightened his chest and adjusted his posture to the best state.
He couldn't lose his composure in front of this big shot.
A minute later, the iron door opened again, and the guard just walked out, respectfully came to Mu Fan's side, and saluted:
"Sir, Your Excellency Mo Changkong, please come in."
Upon hearing this, Mu Fan opened his eyes, nodded slightly, and then walked up the steps.
The other guard pushed open the iron door for Mu Fan very politely.
Mu Fan walked through a narrow corridor under the leadership of the guards, and then came to a hall.
The hall is filled with lanterns, there are huge collapsed stone pillars everywhere, and the walls are carved with magnificent runes, which look like some kind of ancient ruins.
At this moment, on the mahogany sofa in the center of the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a black silk formal suit and gold-rimmed glasses was leaning there, holding a piece of information in his hand.
Behind him were two young men wearing black attire and stern faces.
The guard said softly:
"Lord Mo Changkong, that gentleman has arrived."
The middle-aged man on the sofa took off his gold-rimmed glasses upon hearing this, and three forehead lines appeared on his broad forehead.
He raised his head and looked towards Mu Fan, his gray eyes revealed a hint of blue, calm and deep, like a swimming undead.
Mu Fan came directly to Mo Changkong: "Your Excellency Mo Changkong, I have long admired your name."
Mo Changkong heard this and said calmly: "We don't know each other."
Whoosh!
A young man behind him pulled out a revolver from his waist and pointed the dark gun at Mu Fan's chest.
The shooting action is clean and quick, and you can tell he is a master at first glance.
Mu Fan's expression did not change. He seemed not to have seen the revolver facing him at all. He smiled calmly and said:
"But you know Miss Xiao Xiao, right?"
Mo Changkong's eyes froze when he heard this: "Are you Mu Fan, the younger brother of Miss Xiao Xiao?"
Mu Fan smiled and nodded, walked to the sofa opposite Mo Changkong and sat down.
Upon hearing this, Mo Changkong waved his hand back, and the young man put away the revolver.
"Please forgive me, those in our profession are all sailing with caution!"
Mu Fan nodded: "I understand this."
Mo Changkong picked up the silver teapot on the coffee table and poured a cup of black tea for Mu Fan:
"Mr. Mu Fan, you just said you have something to discuss with me. What is it?"
Mu Fan picked up the black tea and took a sip: "Evil spirit!"
hiss!
Mo Changkong frowned slightly when he heard this, took out his gold pocket watch, looked at it, and asked:
"Mr. Mu Fan, it's already one o'clock. You haven't had lunch yet, right? Why don't we chat while we eat?"
Mu Fan smiled when he heard this.
Mo Changkong was indeed cunning and cunning. He proposed to chat while eating, thus avoiding the dilemma of "whether to trust his subordinates or not".
"Just what I wanted."
Under the guidance of Mo Changkong, Mu Fan moved through the collapsed stone pillars and entered the restaurant.
Mu Fan glanced at the complicated tableware in front of him:
Large plate, table knife, spoon, two forks, shallow plate, deep plate, dessert spoon, wine glass, water glass...
There are almost a dozen kinds.
Mu Fan secretly smiled bitterly, it is really not easy for rich people to make a living.
Mo Changkong smiled slightly and said, "Then let's start eating."
As he spoke, he picked up the spoon at hand and tapped the wine glass three times.
"Ding ding ding~"
The crisp sound of the silver spoon colliding with the crystal cup echoed in the restaurant.
Immediately, the waiters carrying plates filed out and placed the fragrant butter chicken crisp box, assorted cold cuts and snails on the table.
This is the first course of the meal, a cold appetizer.
Mo Changkong folded the napkin and tucked it into his collar, picked up the bread and smelled it, with a look of intoxication on his face, and then spread the caviar on the bread with a knife.
"Please don't be restrained, Mr. Mu Fan!"
At this moment, the two guards retreated, and the messengers brought two soups, one creamy seafood soup and one light vegetable soup.
The waiter withdrew, the door was closed, and only Mo Changkong and Mu Fan were left in the restaurant.
Mu Fan took a sip of the creamy seafood soup in front of him with a spoon.
The fresh juice floods the taste buds on the tongue, like a beautiful encounter.
He was not in a hurry to talk to Mo Changkong about business, but was enjoying the delicious food at his fingertips with peace of mind.
Because if the negotiation breaks down, Mo Changkong is likely to kick Mu Fan out before he can fill his stomach.
After a two-hour lunch, Mu Fan wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, then leaned on the comfortable high back and savored the lingering aftertaste on his tongue and the feeling of fullness.
Mo Changkong took off the napkin from his collar: "Mr. Mu Fan, can we talk now?"
"certainly."
Mu Fan came back to his senses from his laziness: "Let's talk about the necromancer first!"
Mo Changkong tapped the dining table with his fingers and explained:
"The Necromancer can communicate with the undead, communicate with them, and even raise some high-level undead."
Mo Changkong seemed very patient and continued to explain:
"The undead include residual spirits, resentful spirits, dead souls, curse spirits, shaman spirits, etc. They are a spiritual body created by the combination of obsession and spiritual power!"
"Ordinary people cannot perceive their existence, and even the awakened ones cannot really see them, but can only gain a slight perception."
"After the awakened person's senses are strengthened by spiritual power, they will hear some inexplicable whispers. These whispers include calls from the dead. It is a kind of temptation and confusion, inducing the extraordinary person to collapse and get lost, thus
Degenerated into a dead soul."
Mu Fan listened and silently remembered that this was his first time coming into contact with the realm of the undead.
"What are the differences between the types of undead you mentioned?"
"Of course, there's a big difference."
Mo Changkong took a sip of black tea and continued:
"First of all, there is the residual spirit, also called the spirit of thought, which is the transformation of the obsessions of ordinary creatures, including people, during their lifetime."
"For example, a pipeline worker who repaired pipelines for more than 30 years died in an accident at the construction site. Then, his obsession may remain in place or be tied to the same place, thinking that he
Still alive, driven by inertia to continue repairing pipelines.”