Mo Yi felt his fingertips trembling nervously, the slight trembling came from the cold and numb nerve endings, bringing a faint dull pain, the heart was beating violently in the chest cavity, through the buzzing noise Beating the eardrums violently.
He had to squeeze his fingers hard, so that the cold and numb fingers could recover a little bit of temperature.
The essence of this so-called escape game is gradually being revealed.
After being toyed with by the game for so long, Mo Yi has just glimpsed a little bit of the dirty and dark core of this behemoth. Although he is still completely passive now, and the road ahead is still dark and unknown, he can feel I realized that I was slowly approaching the truth hidden in this game.
He let out a breath slowly, turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was squatting beside him.
From just now, Wen Chen's eyes seemed to be tightly glued to his body, unwilling to leave for a moment, the eye sockets were still red on the verge of collapse, and his whole body was tense into strings that were about to break, as if the next second He will fall into the abyss out of control, his blue fingers pinch Mo Yi's wrist tightly, but he carefully converges to the strength that does not make him feel pain, every inch of muscle is contending with his instinct, as if afraid It seemed to hurt Mo Yi.
The dense fog around Mo Yi shrouded Mo Yi, the sound of turbulent and viscous glue rolling and the crazy shouts of the players who almost lost their minds were blocked, as if they were coming from several kilometers away, and were blocked by the impenetrable fog wall blocked outside.
Mo Yi stared at him, his face was still calm, and his soft voice was like a sigh that would be blown away by the wind: "Since the second copy, your ability and state have been gradually weakening, right?"
Wen Chen shook his head and chuckled lightly:
"Don't underestimate me."
He turned his head to look at the fog wall around him, and said in a steady and deep voice, "As long as you survive the remaining time, the copy will automatically end."
His face was still calm and composed, his stern and deep eyebrows showed no signs of force, as if he could do a job with ease, and even the fingers holding his wrist were cold and steady, like stone carvings, without revealing any emotional fluctuations.
But he never answered Mo Yi's question directly.
Mo Yi leaned over and gently kissed Wen Chen's lips.
——He tasted the smell of blood suppressed between Wen Chen's teeth.
Wen Chen tilted his head slightly, as if he was avoiding Mo Yi's sight, but his voice was so calm that it made one's back shudder:
"It's enough for you to know that I can protect you."
The paranoia embedded in the depths of his words is chilling.
Mo Yi stared at him, the bottom of his dark eyes seemed to hide endless darkness and abyss, after a few seconds, he smiled unexpectedly, with a relaxed and calm voice: "Okay."
He raised his hand and gently rubbed against Wen Chen's side face, but it was as easy as a feather when he touched it.
Mo Yi said lightly: "If you can survive after protecting me, that's okay. If not, I may be very sad, but time will always heal people's wounds, and I will gradually forget you. Then someday, I'll meet a girl who's soft and quiet, and we'll fall in love, and she'll heal my wounds with her softness, and we'll start a family, maybe have a baby, maybe two, and we'll We will grow old together, and finally engrave each other's names on each other's tombstones."
His voice was flat as if he was narrating a matter of course.
But as he narrated, Wen Chen's fingers tightly clasped on Mo Yi's wrist became tighter and tighter, his lips were as tight as a knife's edge, and the color of his eye sockets gradually became bloodshot, like a silent and suppressed volcano, hot anger It is sealed by the shallow and fragile crust like magma, and the hidden danger is even more terrifying because of the suppression.
Mo Yi stopped narrating, and stared at Wen Chen calmly:
"...my epitaph will say - she was the love of my life."
His last words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. All Wen Chen's silence and depression seemed to be useless for a moment. He kissed Mo Yi's lips fiercely, biting them chaotically, as if to Chewing the opponent into pieces and swallowing them with such ferocity.
The strong smell of blood spread between the lips and teeth of the two of them. Wen Chen's beast-like crazy and forceful kiss almost suffocated Mo Yi. After a long time, he stopped panting heavily, his eyes were red, and his voice seemed to come from between his teeth. squeezed out:
"...don't even think about it!"
Mo Yi stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his numb lips that were swollen and sore, and gasped in a "hissy" breath.
Wen Chen gritted his teeth, his emotions seemed to be pushed to the edge, and every word was tinged with fierce blood:
"... I don't allow it!!"
Mo Yi's original brows and eyes suddenly became gloomy and fierce. He stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Chen's chin, exerted a little force with his fingertips, forcing him to look at himself, and then raised his eyebrows provocatively, with a mean and cold voice:
"What's the use of you? Is it possible that you can still use the dead body to return to life?"
Wen Chen's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think about me dying, I will cling to you for the rest of your life, even if you die, I will follow you to your grave."
Mo Yi smiled, his expression slightly softened.
Mo Yi discovered a long time ago that Wen Chen has an extreme self-destructive tendency. No matter what he asks for, even if the sacrifice is far from getting the corresponding benefits, he still does not hesitate and has no reservations. Although Mo Yi does not know What exactly happened in the memory he lost, but he knew that that experience had a great impact on Wen Chen, and even made him almost fearful of losing himself.
He stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Chen's cheek, and said with a soft smile:
"Then I'll wait."
The fog around him surged, and the sound of the external tide seemed to be a little clearer. Mo Yi looked up at the fog wall around him, and after thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly looked at Wen Chen and asked, "By the way , you said before that you can understand what the ring is saying, so the two of you should be able to communicate, right?"
Wen Chen covered his cheeks that had been pinched just now, and nodded in a daze.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, and continued: "Then try to ask it, how to complete the side plot of this dungeon?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold and familiar hissing sound in his ear:
"No need to send a message, I can understand."
Mo Yi was stunned: "Can we communicate now?"
The voice of the ring is far from being as calm as before, but it seems a little anxious: "How do I know?"
Mo Yi collected himself and repeated the question he had just asked.
The ring sneered: "Don't you understand? As long as Klaus is freed from my bondage, the side mission will be completed, but the moment he is released by me, his soul that has been swallowed for a hundred years will also be destroyed." It's gone, so... this side mission itself is a dead end."
Mo Yi frowned slightly—then, solving the sub-quests and causing fundamental changes in the dungeon, and finding a way to escape from it will be blocked, but if you want to last for the next time, the current Wen Chen It was quite difficult to say, and the fact that both roads were blocked made him helpless.
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, lowered his head and said to the ring on his finger:
"By the way, you said that the entire house was constructed by you alone, so the entire copy should actually be you. Then you should still have some control over this house, right?"
Ring didn't answer.
Mo Yi continued to say indifferently:
"Then it shouldn't be very difficult for you to resist part of the game's power?"
The ring's voice sounded a bit inconceivable: "How can you ask me like this so naturally? I'm not a relief agency. Do you understand that there is a price to pay for my help?"
Mo Yi replied slowly: "After all, you and I are tied to the same boat now, and now even if we want to separate, there is no way to implement it. You are on my finger, so naturally you know my current physical condition. Now in the state of excessive blood loss, it is almost impossible to make a deal with you-and this is not what you want, is it? And once we are all swallowed by the game, everything is meaningless, let alone The power I need to use now is not your law, your own power is enough to achieve it."
He continued slowly: "Now the game is that we are our common enemy. After the game with it is over, it will be between you and me. At that time, if I lose, my soul will belong to you. Isn't this the agreement between us
The ring no longer speaks.
But Mo Yi knows that the ring is wise enough to realize the current situation. If it is swallowed by the game, it will have no chance to turn around. Even if it induces itself to make a deal with him now, it will be difficult to organize itself The corresponding illusion devoured his soul, not to mention that there was a game that took advantage of the void and was watching.
And the choice I put forward is the best option in the current state.
After a long silence, the sound of liquid gushing sounded behind the thick white mist, as if the sound of the wall collapsing and the ceiling exploring entered the eardrums. After being blocked by the mist, it seemed to be thousands of miles away, but it was so clear that Mo Yi couldn't help but The spirit lifted.
He turned his head to look at Wen Chen, only to see Wen Chen also coming back, and said softly:
"I have less stress here."
The sound of viscous liquid intertwining and colliding, and the sound of the controlled player howling crazily came through the tumbling fog, which was more intense and noisy than before. Mo Yi looked down at his watch and watched the time quietly. The passing of a drop.
Finally, the second hand clicked across the top of the dial.
The escape time stipulated in this dungeon has finally reached the last second.
Mo Yi heard a familiar voice in his ear—
This time, there was a faint sound of electric current in the mechanical sound, which sounded a bit intermittent: "Congratulations on your successful escape!"