The world turned upside down for a while, like large pieces of color blocks smashed and then re-integrated, occupying the entire eyeball, piercing the brain along the nerves.
The eardrums were occupied by chaotic white noise, and Mo Yi felt dizzy that his feet had touched the real place, and only then did he realize that he was teleported into the copy standing up this time.
But it was too late.
The unresponsive nerves couldn't support the sudden gravity, and the gravity pulled Mo Yi to the ground.
Mo Yi flusteredly stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the next pain.
A hand like an iron hoop stretched out from the side, supported his arm, and a strong attack pulled him up.
Although Mo Yi was supported to stand still, his mind was still in chaos.
He turned his head to look at the person who was supporting him in a daze, and subconsciously said, "Thank you..."
In the next second, Mo Yi's voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.
The man was also looking at him at the same time, with a sharp curve on his beautifully lined lips, and a pair of eyes that were as light as mist were staring at him closely, like a dark gray ocean.
He chuckled: "Be careful."
Mo Yi's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he lowered his voice: "You—"
Suddenly, at this time, he remembered... In fact, until now, he didn't know the name of the mist.
"Nameless Fog" is the game prompt in the first copy, and "Song Qi" is someone else's name he borrowed.
Mo Yi didn't know how to address him for a moment, so he couldn't help but froze in place.
At this time, a strange male voice came from beside him: "Newcomer?"
Mo Yi looked back at the sound, only to see a tall man walking over, looked around with some doubts, and then asked, "What's wrong?"
Only then did he realize that the man's line of sight passed directly through the body of the mist, as if he didn't see another person there, and slid across without any fluctuations.
Mo Yi was taken aback, then turned to look at Wu standing beside him.
There was a hint of a smile on his stern eyebrows, he raised a finger and pressed it on his light-colored lips, and made a mouth shape:
"Hush."
Mo Yi collected himself, turned to look at the man, and showed a natural smile:
"Not a newcomer."
He frowned, raised his chin and signaled:
"It's just that I was taken aback when I encountered a copy like this for the first time. Thank you for your concern."
The man accepted the statement, nodded clearly, and a trace of worry appeared on his brows, and he whispered:
"It's the first time I've encountered this kind of situation, and it's... too weird."
Yes, this dungeon is indeed very weird. You must know that the original dungeons are basically located in a closed room, with doors and windows locked, and there is no way to escape.
However this time...
Mo Yi slowly looked around the entire space, and as far as he could see, there was nothingness of darkness, and boundless malice and danger twisted and squirmed in the darkness, surrounding the platform they were on.
This copy turned out to be a semi-open space.
The ground under the feet is soft ground, and the whole platform seems to be floating in the boundless darkness, as if being sunk into a deep dark sea with no light, so thick that it is almost substantive, and the pressure is almost suffocating.
And in the middle of the platform, stands a crooked building.
It seems to be very old, and the twisted and strange architectural style looks particularly uncomfortable. There is even a depression on the old and dusty roof, and dust is falling down.
The whole building looks weird, and it is almost completely out of touch with the normal house structure. It almost makes people wonder why it has not collapsed, and it also makes it impossible for people standing in front of the house to see the whole house.
The gray glass covers the windows, peering out of the house like malicious eyes. The door in the porch is half open, and the inside is pitch black, as if whispering something, waiting for the arrival of the prey.
——and Mo Yi and the others were standing in the open space in front of the porch of this house.
There are also players who are being teleported into the dungeon one after another. Their figures appear in the darkness almost out of thin air. Except for a few who are quick to stand still, the others all fall down like Mo Yi.
Mo Yi watched calmly, counting silently in his heart.
Although he knew that each player was sent into the dungeon at a different time, but this was the first time he saw other players being sent into the dungeon.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes indiscriminately, his dark eyes were filled with gloom.
After a while, the player's teleportation ends.
Looking at the players with different facial expressions, bewildered or terrified, Mo Yi thought bitterly:
This is the advantage of the copy being an open space - there will be no more noisy newcomers.
After all, this house floating in the dark and the weird house is too beyond common sense, no one can think of it as a prank game.
This time, since everyone was teleported to the same place, there was no need to gather again, so the ethereal game voice sounded soon:
"Hi, welcome everyone to the large-scale real-life escape game—STAY ALIVE."
The female voice surrounded the entire dark and cold space, which sounded extraordinarily weird and penetrating.
"Your only task is: to survive in the old house for 7 hours.
The following are tips for you:
Born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday, seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, buried in the earth on Sunday, such was the life of Solomon Grundy.
I wish you a happy game. "
The straightforward and emotionless mechanical female voice slowly read the rhythmic sentences, and in such an environment, people can't help but feel frightened.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
This hint... He has heard it before. This is a nineteenth-century British nursery rhyme that has been widely circulated.
Mo Yi frowned, looked up at the void surrounding the platform, and saw the familiar fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the dark sky without a trace of light as the female voice fell:
6:59:56
Solomon Grundy's life is only seven days, and this time they survived exactly seven hours...
—Is there any internal connection here
He took a deep breath and suppressed the countless questions that popped up in his mind. Then he looked up at the players with different facial expressions.
This time there are 17 players in total.
The proportion of seniors is not low, at least ten people.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and frowned suspiciously.
Although there are a lot of veterans this time,... there are still newcomers joining.
Before entering the game, Mo Yi had two guesses about this dungeon. One was that the entire dungeon was a membership test dungeon, and the participants were all candidates for the senior player club.
The second is that this is a very difficult dungeon, unlucky newcomers and veterans are sent in, and the member candidates who complete the dungeon become senior members of the club, while other players who have not become candidate members still pass the high difficulty level. The dungeon rewards are settled.
—Since there are newcomers joining this dungeon, the first guess is obviously overturned.
So... Could it be the second type
Mo Yi felt inexplicably uneasy.
The few newcomers who were sent in stared around this bizarre space beyond common sense one by one, their wide eyes were full of fear of the unknown.
Panic spread and fermented in the crowd, expanding to occupy every space, squeezing every strand of breathable air.
At this moment, a senior female person stepped forward, breaking the stagnant atmosphere.
She was tall and slender, with a hint of impatience in her delicate brows, and said to the trembling newcomers:
"First, this game is real. Death in the game is equal to death in the real world. Second, I suggest you pay attention to the hints given by the game, it can save lives."
She paused, her sharp eyes looked around the quiet platform, and continued:
"Also, it's best not to act alone."
After her words fell, as if some switch had been turned on, low sobs sounded from the crowd. The senior man frowned a little irritably, stopped saying anything, and turned around to look at the twisted house in the center of the platform.
The other veterans also dispersed one after another, looking for clues on this narrow platform.
Mo Yi also followed the crowd, walking slowly around the house.
It's just a barren and empty land, with a few withered crooked-neck trees planted on it, low and withered and yellow, with bony branches glowing with dead gray, poking into the sky.
There is a crooked path on the desolate and soft yellow land, extending from the edge of the entire platform, emerging abruptly from the darkness, and then winding and connecting with the twisted porch of the house.
The area of the entire platform is not large, and everyone walked around here in a short time.
Not much to gain, other than a clearer awareness of the crooked facts of the house.
Everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to the room standing in the center of the entire platform.
It stood there quietly, and in the strangely shaped porch, the dilapidated door was half-open, revealing a dark corner of it.
As if waiting for something.
The senior male who talked to Mo Yi just now said: "... now we can only go in."
There was a panic and depressive atmosphere in the crowd. Some people were almost mentally broken by this strange and terrifying pressure. A newcomer woman shouted hysterically:
"No! Impossible! I will never go in!"
The low cry just now sounded again, and several newcomers subconsciously moved closer, nodding one after another. One of the newcomers who looked bolder asked timidly:
"Anyway... Anyway, this game is enough to live for seven hours, so, then we can stay outside for seven hours, isn't it okay?"
The tall female senior sneered: "It's up to you."
With that, she turned and walked towards the porch of the house.
Other veterans and some newcomers also followed her into the house.
Three newcomers hesitated, but chose to stay outside.
As Mo Yi walked, his eyes searched the whole house aimlessly.
Out of the corner of his sight, he suddenly saw a fuzzy and distorted face on the window on the second floor pressed against the glass, silently looking at the crowd downstairs.
Mo Yi's back felt cold, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.
He hurriedly moved his gaze back to the window.
There is nothing in the gray window, and a complete handprint on the glass is slowly disappearing.