Final priesthood.

Chapter 35 Mosa
Lin Zhiqin drove through most of the urban area, encountered the evening rush hour on the way, was stuck in traffic for a while, and stopped at a spacious street after more than half an hour.

"675 Bachelor Avenue."

"Mossa Fight Club."

At a glance, he saw the huge signboard hanging on a nearby building, and the address was exactly the same as the one he found on the contest website poster last night.

This area is close to the industrial park in the south of the city. The buildings are not too dense, there are few people and cars, and the roads and streets appear to be very empty.

Lin Zhiqin parked the car directly on a parking space on the side of the road, and then called Lu Yuan to get off the car.

"Let's go, let's take you around before tonight's game starts."

Lu Yuan nodded, got out of the car and followed Lin Zhiqin.

Walking to the bottom of the huge signboard, when he was about to enter the door, Lu Yuan saw several other signs hanging on the door.

"Mosa Fighting Lovers Association"

"Mossa Fighters Mutual Aid Association"

"Mosaic Ancient Culture Research Center"

Ok?
When Lu Yuan saw the third sign, his eyes were slightly startled, "Is Mosa the name of a sect?"

Lin Zhiqin paused when he heard what he said, glanced at the sign he was looking at, and replied: "The owner of this club is a Mosaic believer, and he also sponsors the fighting competitions held by the association every year. "

Lu Yuan nodded, followed Lin Zhiqin in and asked, "What kind of sect is Mosaic?"

"It seems to be a small sect handed down from the Baishan era. At first, it should be advocating hunting, martial arts and the like. It has developed into modern times and slowly evolved into a love and admiration for fighting.
I don't know the specifics. "

Lin Zhiqin answered casually.

"White Mountain Era?!"

When Lu Yuan heard this word, some information in his mind jumped slightly.

He remembered that his elder sister Lu Jing said that what their archaeological team is digging now is an ancient temple from the Baishan era.

Walking into the club lobby, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge red-eyed billy goat.

He had seen this pattern on a poster on the competition website yesterday, and guessed it might be the emblem of the Mosaic sect.

"Upstairs are the research center and association offices, and the competition venue is downstairs. Let's go down."

Lin Zhiqin greeted Lu Yuan, and the two entered the elevator.

Lin Zhiqin pressed the button on the second basement floor.

Lu Yuan took a look and found that there were four or five floors underneath.

"If we dig this far down, we won't be afraid of the building collapsing."

He complained silently in his heart.

The elevator goes down and reaches the second underground floor in a few seconds.

The elevator door opened, and a long corridor appeared in front of Lu Yuan.

There are long strips of light tubes installed between the gaps on both sides of the aisle roof, and the emitted light illuminates the entire aisle in a cold white.

Lu Yuan followed Lin Zhiqin forward, the soles of his leather shoes and sneakers making different sounds on the metal floor.

After walking for about a minute or two, I finally got out of the aisle.

The field of vision widened slightly.

It's completely different from what Lu Yuan expected.

As he walked in the aisle, the images in Lu Yuan's mind were: rusty iron cages, exaggerated and vicious boxers, and the air filled with the smell of sweat, blood and gunpowder.
However.
What he saw was a brightly lit and spacious hall, fully air-conditioned.

The staff who come and go are uniformly dressed and smile kindly.

The rooms marked with sign-up, registration, lounge, and locker rooms are clearly defined.

The people who look like contestants are not rude, but most of them look polite and courteous.

Lu Yuan also saw a female contestant, wearing a fighting vest and shorts, with a hot and exaggerated figure, but her voice was like a cat's, which made him feel that this was not the backcourt of a fighting competition, but an animation exhibition Such backcourt.

Everything in front of him seemed orderly and orderly.

"It's surprising, isn't it?"

Lin Zhiqin glanced at him and said with a smile, "I was also surprised when I first came here.

In fact, the events held by Mosa are much more formal than most important fighting competitions. "

"I have more experience"

Lu Yuan couldn't help sighing.

He remembered that the information he found yesterday showed that the Mosa Fighting Enthusiasts Association was in the process of organizing events almost throughout the year.

This happens every year, and the people here are probably very familiar with the whole process.

"Ha, so to speak."

Lin Zhiqin took Lu Yuan around for a stroll.

People here seem to be quite familiar with Lin Zhiqin. Many people will greet him with a smile and look at Lu Yuan with an incomprehensible look.

This look made Lu Yuan feel a little uncomfortable.

Because he always felt that when these people looked at him, the corners of their eyes drooped slightly.

It seems to contain some kind of meaningful smile.

What are you laughing at?
Are you happy?

Or is it because I look like a high school student?
Lu Yuan felt inexplicably irritable and began to lose the good impression of this place at first glance.

Only then did he begin to pay attention to the red-eyed billy goat patterns printed all over the hall walls and ceiling, as well as various patterns of unknown meaning.

"That's the gaming office."

Lin Zhiqin suddenly pointed to a small window and spoke, interrupting the irritability that was gradually spreading in his heart.

“If you are interested, you can buy two games to play.

Don’t worry, this is also legal and compliant.

And no one knows the information of the two sides in each match, it's all about luck.

The upper limit of a single bet is not high, it is purely a small entertainment project. "

Lu Yuan glanced at it and said, "Coach, the school stipulates that high school students are prohibited from gambling."

"Ha ha."

Lin Zhiqin smiled, didn't say anything, just looked at the time, and greeted him: "It's almost there, let's enter."

The two walked in along a small passage and walked about ten meters.

Open the door in front of you.

A rather huge venue appeared in front of Lu Yuan.

The first thing I saw was the red-eyed billy goat head statue that represents the Mosaic religion and is found almost everywhere in this place.

A very huge one, hanging high at the top of the venue at a similar overlooking angle.

Below is the competition arena.

Also huge.

It was far different from Lu Yuan's impression of a fighting ring that was no more than five meters long and wide.

Not to mention fighting up there, even competing in the 50-meter dash is probably more than enough.

"The contestants are competing here. If they fail, will they start running?"

Lu Yuan thought.

The style of the arena is also different from the general arena.

It is at least ten meters above the ground, and there are specially built stairs on both sides to go up.

The whole is black, and the fences on all sides seem to be pure wood, and they are also filled with statues of male goat heads.

There is a kind of fantasy and weird style.

Compared with the competition arena, the spectator seats around the arena seemed too shabby.

There are only a few seats in total.

There are not many spectators in the seats.

Lu Yuan counted roughly and estimated that there were not even thirty.

Lin Zhiqin took him to find a position that was almost against the wall, slightly higher than the ring, and he could barely see the full picture of the ring.

"Perhaps the competition party didn't intend to leave a place for the audience at all"

Lu Yuan always felt that sitting in this seat was awkward.

It seems that it was added later, and it is incompatible with the design of the entire venue, and the materials are quite perfunctory, not as careful as other aspects.

But can a game without spectators still be called a game?

"During this period, all the preliminaries are held, ten games a day, and there are still 10 minutes to start."

Lin Zhiqin took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, then said to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan nodded.

He noticed that Lin Zhiqin's mobile phone screen saver was a young and beautiful woman, and he didn't know if she was his wife.

10 minutes is fleeting.

35:[-].

on time.

The walls on all sides of the venue suddenly lit up.

Only then did Lu Yuan notice that there were oversized display screens on the four walls.

When the display was dark, it was covered by the graphic texture on its surface, so Lu Yuan didn't see it.

The goat head pattern that is the Mosaic symbol pops out on all four screens.

The eyes of the four he-goats' heads shone with red light, accompanied by music played by an indecipherable instrument.

Two teams of red-fruited women whose bodies were painted with oil paint walked onto the ring from both sides of the ring, and began to twist their bodies crazily in the center of the ring, dancing.

A red light strip seemed to be lighting up under the ring.

From the perspective of far away.

The scene in front of me seemed to be going through some kind of weird ritual.

"The tradition of the Mossas will come once before every game.

I have also seen them bring live animals into the ring to slaughter on some important days.

Just get used to it later. "

Lin Zhiqin explained to Lu Yuan in a low voice.

He pointed to the women dancing in the center of the ring and said with emotion.

“Don’t think about it, they only have sex for a while every day, but their monthly salary is so high that it’s scary.

But having said that, these movements are really difficult, most people can't let it go, cough, cough, and can't learn."

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(End of this chapter)