Mo Yi's breath was slightly suffocated, and then he looked away without a trace.
The undulating black tendons in the room are nearly half a person higher than the ground, gathering and rising towards the middle of the room like the roots of a giant tree. The ground undulated and squirmed.
The whole room is completely invisible from the previous appearance. The faint light in the corridor shines into the room from behind, and the dim light is smeared on the black meridian that wriggles like a living thing. It makes people feel like entering a different dimension illusion.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was asking:
What to do next
Wen Chen's fingers loosely holding Mo Yi's palm tightened slightly, and his cold fingertips gently rubbed the back of his hand twice as an answer, and then he slowly lowered his eyes.
The long eyelashes hang down on the pale face, casting deep shadows, a thin layer of mist slowly spreads, and then floats into the room as if alive, everything in sight seems to have changed Get hazy.
Mo Yi raised his palm subconsciously, only to see the soft and misty mist circle around his fingertips and finger pulps, slowly shuttle and wrap between the fingers, and then surround his whole hand.
Itchy.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes in a concealed manner, and put his tightened fingers back to his side.
The eyes are almost filled with a thick milky white mist, and the strange smell is also diluted by the moist pine forest breath, and the dark and dirty black sticky substance is covered so that you can't see it, as if everything in front of you has been washed away. Clean in general.
Mo Yi turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was standing beside him. Even though they were so close, they couldn't see each other's face.
The only thing he could feel was the cold hand that was still holding him.
Wen Chen's deep voice came from next to his ears, which didn't sound real through the mist:
"Jiang Yuanrou is still alive."
Mo Yi frowned slowly and listened quietly, only to hear Wen Chen continue to say: "... incredible."
Incredible...
Smearing the entire field of vision into a piece of milky white mist seems to be rolling, like a snow-white ocean rolling with mist waves, and the sound of viscous, sticky and wet wriggling sounds in the ears, as if being pulled away by force——
Immediately afterwards, with a loud zila, Mo Yi felt as if something hit his feet.
He subconsciously looked down at his feet.
But at this moment, as if the clouds were closing in on the rain, the mist around him slowly became thinner, and his vision became clear again.
Jiang Yuanrou was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, her long hair covering her pale face, looking embarrassed and haggard.
Before Mo Yi could do anything, those meridians made of black mucus seemed to be irritated and came alive. The whole room seemed to be shaking, and countless sticky tentacles stretched out on the ground and walls, fiercely moving toward the lying body. Jiang Yuanrou who was on the ground attacked, and the mist around her body gathered again, blocking it like a hard shield—
But before they touched the shield made of mist, they trembled and stopped in mid-air as if they were stopped by some invisible force.
Mo Yi was taken aback, then turned to look at Wen Chen who was standing beside him.
Wen Chen was also staring at the trembling black mucus in the air, and said with a frown, "It's not me."
Mo Yi looked down thoughtfully at Jiang Yuanrou who was lying at his feet awkwardly, and asked:
"What did you mean - unbelievable -?"
Wen Chen turned to look at Mo Yi, and said, "Jiang Yuanrou has never been swallowed."
Mo Yi looked up at Wen Chen suspiciously, only to hear him continue:
"When I found her, her whole body was covered by these things, but they all stopped a few inches away from her skin, as if blocked by something, so I could pull her out of it relatively easily. come out."
Mo Yi continued to ask: "So... if she is really stuck, you can't pull her out, right?"
Wen Chen replied without knowing whether or not: "Everything that is swallowed will become its nourishment, and it will slowly integrate with it. Without the help of other things, it is impossible to pull out the swallowed person."
Mo Yi subconsciously reached out and touched the light gray cool line on his wrist. He looked down at Jiang Yuanrou's unconscious pale face, and said slowly:
"What about Jiang Yuanbai?"
Wen Chen shook his head: "I haven't felt Jiang Yuanbai's presence since I entered the door."
At this moment, Jiang Yuanrou's slender body moved slightly, and the messy hair covering her face slid to the side with her movements, revealing her pale face.
The thin eyelids trembled, and the eyeballs rolled twice, as if they were slowly waking up.
Mo Yi quickly squatted down and reached out to lift up Jiang Yuanrou who was lying on the ground.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she opened her eyes slowly and with difficulty. Her out-of-focus pupils stared at Mo Yi's face, and it took her a while to wake up.
The moment Jiang Yuanrou woke up, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand, tightly gripping Mo Yi's arm, her knuckles turned white from the force.
She opened her mouth, and spit out a hoarse voice intermittently from her throat, making up a few fragmented and unspeakable words:
"... Yuanbai... save..."
Mo Yi paused, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yuanrou's fingers tightly clutching his arm, and tentatively whispered:
"Jiang Yuanbai is no longer here."
Jiang Yuanrou's pupils constricted suddenly, she struggled to sit up straight, an abnormal flush appeared on her pale face:
"impossible!"
Mo Yi quickly raised his head and glanced at the black tentacles that were in mid-air dripping mucus, then lowered his head again to look at Jiang Yuanrou, and asked:
"Did you answer the call an hour ago?"
Jiang Yuanrou didn't seem to have recovered from what Mo Yi said just now, she shook her head and said in a daze:
"No... I... I don't remember ever taking your call."
Before Mo Yi could speak, Jiang Yuanrou suddenly raised his head and stared at Mo Yi closely, and said firmly:
"Yuan Bai is not dead, he cannot die."
She struggled to hold Mo Yi's wrist, her trembling and cold fingers sank deeply into his flesh, her voice tightened:
"I heard his voice, I heard him call my sister - he told me not to sleep, someone came to save me..."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and asked in a low voice: "Will those people who are swallowed by these things be conscious?"
Wen Chen frowned tightly: "There shouldn't be any, but..."
He stared up and struggled and twisted in mid-air, but he couldn't break through the invisible barrier. The tentacles made of countless black slime moved forward an inch, and slowly straightened the corners of his lips:
"Not without exception."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have regained some strength. She stood up slowly, her light brown eyes were fixed on the black meridians in the center of the room, which were intertwined like roots. She took a deep breath and shouted:
"Yuanbai!"
The sockets of her widened eyes slowly turned red, and a thin layer of water mist gathered—
Wen Chen was taken aback, and slowly closed his eyes.
In the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as sharp and bright as a sharp sword, and he stared closely at Jiang Yuanrou:
"continue."
Jiang Yuanrou glanced at Wen Chen, as if she understood something, she took a step forward slowly, and said:
"Yuanbai, I... I know I'm not a good sister."
Her voice was a little choked, and big tears gathered in her eye sockets, and then quickly rolled down her cheeks:
"...I just wanted to protect you from those who would hurt you. In the beginning, it was...the people who have been watching since my parents died. I worked hard, afraid that they would take everything from us, and I was even more afraid that I couldn't do it. I can't take care of you as entrusted by my parents. I want you to be able to make choices, instead of being tied up by responsibilities like me...
And later, because of my cowardice, binding this game means that sooner or later I will die in the game due to an unknown mistake, since I must lose it, why not get it in the first place—”
As Jiang Yuanrou's intermittent, incoherent, and even choking voices sounded in the small dark room, the twisted and entwined black substances twisted violently, and the sticky water sound rubbed hoarse and sharp in the room. The sound was extremely harsh to the ears.
Jiang Yuanrou took another step forward, staring at the ball of black substance gathered in the middle of the room through her hazy tearful eyes, and said softly:
"Yuan Bai... Don't sleep, someone is here to save you..."
The huge hard protrusion in the center of the house cracked a gap with a "click", and the viscous black substance gurgled out along the hole.
Wen Chen strode forward, put his hand into the gap, and then pulled it out forcefully—
The whole villa seemed to be trembling violently, and the mucus covering every inch of the room seemed to be screaming, boiling like boiling, making a hissing sound of rubbing against the air, and the sharp sound waves could almost It hurts the eardrum.
The sound grew louder and more intense, until it was almost unbearable!
Mo Yi gritted his teeth tightly, and couldn't help reaching out to press his ears, his vision was almost blurred.
In a blurred vision, Mo Yi saw Wen Chen's muscles tense, and then he took a step back abruptly, his hand tightly holding the other pale hand.
Then arms—shoulders—head—upper body—
Wen Chen took two steps back, Jiang Yuanrou rushed forward and hugged Jiang Yuanbai who fell down by gravity.
As Jiang Yuanbai was separated from the black mucus protruding from the middle of the room, the viscous jelly-like substance dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then spread out rapidly from the center of the room, The black hardened meridians and tentacles slowly turned dark brown, then shrunk down as if deflated, and limply stuck to the ground.
The shaking of the house stopped.
The screaming and tremors also ceased.
Mo Yi put down his palm covering his ears, but the whistling of sharp white noise could still be heard in his ears.
He blinked slowly, dizzy for a while, and felt something warm slowly flowing down from his nasal cavity.
Mo Yi wiped it gently with the back of his hand, leaving a bright bloodstain on his pale skin instantly.
He shook his head slowly, then stepped forward, and stopped beside Wen Chen. The speed of processing information in his dizzy brain became very slow, and it took a while to recover.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, only to realize that Wen Chen's palm was holding his arm tightly, and the cold temperature of his palm seeped into his skin through the thin clothes, making his nerves sharper.
He stretched out his hand to grab Wen Chen's arm, and asked slowly:
"How are you?"
Wen Chen nodded, staring at him with a pair of light-colored eyes, as if he couldn't put anything else in his eyes, he was so focused, he smiled softly:
"Don't worry, I'm not hurt."
Mo Yi finally recovered from the dizziness just now, and looked down at Jiang Yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai who were hugging each other on the ground.
Jiang Yuanrou's face was wet with tears, she sobbed pitifully, and stretched out trembling palms to caress Jiang Yuanbai's face.
Jiang Yuanbai's tightly closed eyelids moved slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. He stared blankly at Jiang Yuanrou for a long while, and then said in a hoarse voice that almost lost his voice:
"… sister?"
The tears on Jiang Yuanrou's face flowed more fiercely, she grabbed Jiang Yuanbai's face fiercely, and said through gritted teeth:
"Do you know how worried I am about you? Next time you do these dangerous things without saying hello, just wait for me to beat you up, do you hear me?"
Jiang Yuanbai let out a weak cry of pain.
Mo Yi tactfully pulled La Wenchen's arm and raised his chin lightly, signaling that they should leave.
And when they walked out slowly, Mo Yi heard Jiang Yuanbai's weak voice behind him: "Brother Mo...?"
Mo Yi's steps paused slightly, and he turned his head to look at Jiang Yuanbai in doubt, only to see that he was struggling to support his upper body with his arms, his pale face was bloodless, and a pair of light brown eyes looked deeply at Mo Yi:
"I heard you."
Mo Yi was taken aback: "What do you mean...?"
Jiang Yuanbai stared at Mo Yi, his out-of-focus eyes seemed to be a little empty, he opened his mouth mechanically, then recovered himself, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Just now you were wrapped in mucus, right? "
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and didn't answer.
Jiang Yuanbai continued: "When you were wrapped in mucus just now, I "heard" you."
He paused, his complexion became paler in an instant, he took a deep breath, and said slowly:
"You want to know what the hell this game is, don't you?"
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback for a moment, as if she hadn't thought about the current direction of the matter, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi stood on a dark brown dry ground, the dim light in the corridor shone in from behind him, blurring the contours of his face, and there was no wave in the depths of his dark pupils, no emotion could be seen Variety.
Mo Yi didn't answer directly, but asked softly: "What do you want to say?"
Jiang Yuanbai took a deep breath with difficulty, as if he was enduring some great pain, he trembled, and said slowly:
"I... can help you."