Mo Yi quickened his pace and walked to the secret door, and climbed down the unclosed wooden ladder.
As soon as he landed, he saw Misty standing at the window and looking at him quietly. The halo from the light blue countdown outside the window shone in and lightly coated his side face, even his light gray pupils Reflecting a little blue light.
He raised a bony finger, pressed it lightly on his lips, and made a mouth shape:
hush.
Mo Yi's eyes froze, he stopped what he was doing, and listened intently.
I only heard a slow rubbing sound from outside the door, as if something was crawling against the ground. The wooden floor covered with carpets made muffled creaking noises, which seemed extraordinarily eerie in the darkness and dead silence.
There was a shallow humming in the distance, which could not be heard clearly through the not-so-thin walls and the door.
The soft male voice is getting closer and closer, and the indistinct repeated humming is transmitted to the eardrum through the boundless darkness, faintly affecting the heart and nerves of the person.
—It was too late to leave the second floor.
Mo Yi stared closely at the pitch-black door, subconsciously holding his breath.
The darkness and silence made his senses sharper, and even the slightest sound could be transmitted to his mind, as if everything around him was magnified and magnified without limit.
The beating sound of the heart was like a drum beating, contracting and pulsating one after another, hitting his ear faster and faster, mixed with the sound of his deliberately low breathing, shaking every nerve in him.
The sound of friction was getting closer and closer, and the sound of "chacha" seemed regular and monotonous, and the sound of friction seemed to be mixed with the sound of rolling and scratching.
The soft male voice sang indistinct nursery rhymes in a low voice, which made people feel frightened.
A pale hand grabbed the door frame, and the black turbid blood slowly flowed down under the twisted door frame. Then, the hand suddenly fell down and advanced a lot into the door.
Mo Yi's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, and his eyes seemed to be drawn, staying firmly on that hand.
The entire arm was exposed—including the clean, flat cut behind the arm.
This turned out to be a severed arm that can move by itself!
Pale fingers clasped the cracks in the floor and squirmed forward, leaving a thick tar-colored blood stain underneath.
There was a grunting sound.
A head rolled to the door, a pale face pressed against the floor, looking expressionlessly at Mo Yi who was standing inside the room.
A pair of dark, emotionless cloudy eyes seemed to be out of focus, making one feel cold all over.
He moved his pale lips and hummed softly:
“… He-had-left-legs-and-arms-lying-all-over-the-room… ”
Mo Yi's breathing became rapid, and he slowly clenched his hands pressing the wooden stairs, the muscles in his arms were secretly exerting force, his eyes were fixed on the horrific scene in front of him, his face was serious and tense.
He is waiting.
The torn body squirmed and followed, and the neatly cut legs and feet also came into Mo Yi's field of vision. The limbs that were originally climbing towards the stairs changed direction and squirmed closer to Mo Yi.
The pale head also rolled inward.
The humming grew louder and clearer: "—there-was-a-man, a-very-untidy-man."
The thoughts in Mo Yi's mind flashed like lightning, and he found the corresponding content in his mind instantly.
He didn't stay for another second, climbed the wooden ladder, and climbed up as fast as he could.
The heart was beating desperately in his chest, almost reaching his throat, Mo Yi saw from the corner of his eye that the pale hand that was attacking him also accelerated and rushed straight towards him.
It was only a few millimeters away to grab the corner of his clothes!
At this moment, the fog that had been standing in the darkness moved, and he took a step forward.
Following his movements, endless gray mist suddenly spread behind him, squeezing every ounce of air, surging forward in a distinct manner, exuding endless coercion and terror, and directly attacked the severed hand. !
The pale severed hand froze instantly.
The head also changed from the expressionless face just now, a pale face was occupied by resentment and fear, it looked even more strange, a pair of cloudy eyes were staring at the spreading mist, pitch black without a trace of light The pupils... were actually full of fear.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when it froze, Mo Yi accelerated his speed, rushed up to the attic with one last stride, then reached out and grabbed the handle of the secret door, and with one force, he closed it entirely, and the wooden staircase shrank with his movements Folded, followed by the secret door and pulled up into the attic.
The secret door was finally closed tightly, blocking the treacherous sight cast by the pale head.
The dust was slowly stirring around him, and the smell of blood became more and more pungent.
Mo Yi panted heavily, his eyelids drooped, covering up the lingering fear in his constricted pupils.
He pressed his slightly trembling palm on the attic floor that was still faintly shaking, and the sound of rapid heartbeat and quick panting rang in his ears, almost occupying all his thoughts.
Mo Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
It was too dangerous just now.
According to the experience of the previous critical moments, if you are not close enough, you will not be able to hear the specific content of the nursery rhyme.
This may be one of the rules that increase the difficulty of the dungeon, in case they get the clue too easily.
So just now at the bottom, he had no choice but to take the risk.
In the previous few experiences, there were other people present besides him, and the targets of those monsters were scattered. In addition, he was already very concerned about such things, so it was easier to get clues.
But this time, he was the monster's only target.
Mo Yi sat on the ground with his legs bent, while slowly calming down his breathing, while sorting out his thoughts.
This nursery rhyme is still one of the nursery rhymes of Mother Goose. The full text is:
There was a man, a very untidy man,
Whose fingers could nowhere be found to put in his tomb.
He had rolled his head far underneath the bed;
He had left legs and arms lying all over the room.
[There was a man, a very scruffy man, whose fingers were nowhere to be put in the grave. His head rolled into the depths of the bed, his hands and feet were scattered all over the room.]
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the dusty wooden gaps on the floor of the attic, as if he wanted to look down through the flimsy wooden boards.
He breathed lightly, listening to the sound of ground rubbing downstairs, the sound of heads rolling, and the vague singing slowly leaving.
The sound became smaller and smaller, and then gradually faded away.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, and his highly tense nerves finally relaxed slowly.
At this time, there was a sudden slight fluctuation in the air in front of him, Mo Yi was taken aback, and stared at it.
I saw the light gray mist slowly gather, and then a familiar figure appeared in the open space of the attic.
He looked the same as usual, but his face was obviously paler, and his pair of pale gray eyes became deeper and deeper. When he stared at people, he looked so focused that it made people palpitate.
Mo Yi froze for a moment, remembering the scene he glimpsed from the corner of his eye just before the secret door closed.
— A tall man standing in the thick gray mist, the outline of his face was blurred by the mist, his pair of cold eyes were extremely imposing, and he felt a suffocating sense of horror and horror.
It almost reminded Mo Yi of the silent terror he felt when he saw the slowly spreading fog for the first time in the corridor of the first instance.
He supported the wall beside him with his palms and stood up, walked a few steps in the direction of the mist, and asked hesitantly:
"… How are you?"
Fog's face was calm and soft, and the momentum just now seemed to have been completely subdued, as if he was just a handsome ordinary person, and he gave a low "hmm".
Mo Yi frowned.
I don't know if it's my illusion, the figure of the mist... seems a little more transparent than before
Fog looked at him steadfastly, and said, "The rules of the game are that I can't interfere in any situation of the dungeon."
He paused, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and added: "The rules of the dungeon exclude me."
Mo Yi thought of the deadly mist that spread after the bell rang in his first copy, and he nodded to show that he knew.
Misty looked at him deeply, and continued: "Now if I have disturbed a part of the game rules, it has already begun to repel me, if I stay in this dungeon in this state, the difficulty of the game will definitely increase." substantial improvement."
At this moment, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something, and asked, "When the last dungeon was about to end, you disappeared for a long time, is it because of this?"
Misty's lips were tightly lined, and she nodded slowly.
"In the future, I will probably maintain an invisible state in the real world and follow you. After all, in the dungeon, my strength is still much stronger than in reality, and the dormancy time will be shorter."
Mo Yi frowned tightly, a pair of extremely dark eyes fixedly stared at him: "Why?"
The mist froze for a moment.
He only heard him continue to ask slowly: "Why do you follow me all the time?"
Mo Yi took a step forward and approached him, showing his pale face, looking at him with dark eyes, and continued:
"Whether in the dungeon or in the real world, even if you are excluded by the rules of the game now, you have to follow me in an invisible form. Why?"
He paused and added:
"During the last dungeon, you owed me a question, remember?"
Misty's face was still calm, but for some reason, there was a trace of strange sadness in his light-colored eyes.
But Mo Yi looked intently again, and he returned to his previous calm and indifferent demeanor:
"I can't tell."
Mo Yi was not very surprised by this answer.
He knows this game pit, the information control between players and players, players and non-players is extremely strict, and it seems that it is not incomprehensible for his own NPC to do the same.
He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.
Only to hear the mist continue in a low voice:
"But you know, I won't hurt you."
Mo Yi was taken aback, and looked up at him, only to see that his figure was slowly disappearing, and his light gray eyes, like mist, slowly dispersed into the air, and a few wisps of mist spread towards him.
The next thing he felt was a slight hook on his little finger.
Mo Yi sighed helplessly.
… Fine.