Mo Yi stared at the tomb in front of him, his dark eyes were deeply hidden under his eyelashes, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a pale arc.
The expression on his face was so pale that it was almost impossible to guess his thoughts.
Under the dark and dull sky, twisted walls tightly surrounded a narrow land, and the soft and moist soil glowed a strange dark red under the light of the light blue light overhead, as if blood was flowing.
Mo Yi looked down at the paper in his hand.
In one corner of the manuscript, written in clean ink, was a small Latin word: clavicula.
Although he didn't know much about this ancient language, but based on the clues given by this copy so far, he could still guess what it referred to.
Clavicula Salomonis.
Key of Solomon.
In Jewish legend, King Solomon obtained the ability to summon and serve demons, and wrote the spells and rituals for summoning them in this book. It is said that according to the records in this book, real demons can be summoned.
It is a well-known black magic book in occultism.
However, the existing "Key of Solomon", according to subsequent research, should have been written in the name of King Solomon by a medieval demonologist and sorcerer, not by King Solomon himself.
In addition, its earliest manuscripts appeared in the 14th century, and due to errors in transcription and translation, the real original has become unreliable, so it is difficult to really talk about its practicality.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his lips were tight, and his fingers subconsciously stroked the thin piece of paper in his hand.
Under the fingertips, the rough and brittle paper surface was dyed with a touch of body temperature, reflecting light light under the illumination of the flashlight.
—And the small half of the manuscript that appeared in this dungeon...
Judging from the possible follow-up developments in the hidden plot of this dungeon, it is possible that something incredible was really summoned.
Then it must not be the crude printed matter circulating in the market at that time.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the thin piece of paper in his hand was a little heavy, and even the slight body temperature on it seemed a little hot.
He stuffed the manuscript, which was basically difficult to decipher for more information, into his backpack, then walked a few steps around the open tomb in the tomb, and cast his gaze into the dark chamber again.
The pale head was stained with blood, half of his face was buried in the soil at the bottom of the tomb, half of his face was facing straight out of the tomb, a pair of half-open cloudy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white, looking towards Mo Yi Cast a blank stare.
Even with mental preparation, Mo Yi still couldn't help but shrink back.
—The head was clearly facing another direction just now.
But in the few minutes when he didn't notice just now, the lifeless and incomplete corpse moved its position and turned its face towards him again.
An inexplicable chill suddenly rose from the soles of the feet, climbing along the meridians to the back like a gangrene, and the back of the neck felt chills.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned his gaze.
Since he entered the game, all kinds of weird things he has encountered can be said to emerge one after another. Even if he is mentally prepared, his body will still give the most primitive and true reactions uncontrollably.
After all, it is still difficult to get used to the feeling that one's materialistic world view has been subverted for more than two decades.
He looked around the entire open space deeply, as if he wanted to engrave all the scenes here into his mind, then turned and walked out.
The outside of the house is more unpredictable and variable than the inside, and the longer you spend outside, the less safe you are.
Mo Yi took one last look at the light blue countdown timer hanging above his head, pursed his lips, and walked inward.
When I suddenly bumped into something hard under my feet, it was especially obvious in the soft and moisture-rich soil, and it was obvious that I stepped on it.
He froze, looked down at his feet.
In the dark red soil, there were a lot of pale bones buried shallowly. The thin layer of soil above was kicked away with his action just now, revealing the fine white bones underneath.
Mo Yi raised his head thoughtfully, and glanced at the open space surrounded by narrow and twisted walls.
Only then did he discover some clues... It seemed that every corner of this land was buried with such a small and inconspicuous soil bag, exactly five in total.
This land... seems to be in the shape of an indistinct pentagon.
Mo Yi's brows were tightly frowned, he raised his head, and quickly looked around the walls surrounding the entire land, sketching the interior shape of the entire house in his mind.
In the next second, he was stunned, and couldn't help but look around at the twisted and narrow walls and the strangely shaped house in front of him again, to make sure that he was not mistaken.
There are two rooms on the first floor of this house, and three rooms on the second floor. If you look at the general shape and direction of their extension, and this square pentagonal land, it can just form a complete inverted pentagram.
And these two tombs are right in the middle of this pentagram.
And the only variable is the kitchen.
It was not included in the pentagram system, but protruded obliquely, blocking the road that must be passed through to enter this land, making it extremely difficult to find.
Mo Yi's brows and eyes darkened slightly—it seemed that he had to search the kitchen again.
But before that, he still has some unresolved clues at hand.
Mo Yi looked down at the bones in the soil at his feet, then squatted down, and carefully brushed away the blood-stained soil on the bones, revealing the whole picture of the bones below.
The skeletons of several small animals were exposed. The small skulls and complete slender tail bones were half buried in the soil, and there were several complete small skeletons underneath. The slender finger bones were exactly the same as the pile of bones in the attic. It looked surprisingly familiar.
Mo Yi doesn't even need to distinguish carefully to know what species they come from—
cat and frog.
The tiny animal bones shone strangely in the dark red soil, and the sharp color contrast deeply hurt people's eyes.
At this moment, Mo Yi felt his little finger was gently hooked.
The familiar soft touch wrapped around his fingertips, successfully pulling him out of his thoughts.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, looked up at the sky, the thick and inextricable darkness seemed to be flowing faintly, absorbing all the light, leaving only a black hole-like void, and the flickering countdown in the sky looked even more dazzling .
He had been out for nearly half an hour.
The palm of his hand was hooked softly again, and the cool touch slid along the arc of Mo Yi's wrist, as if reminding him of something.
Mo Yi didn't delay anymore, and quickly ran to the corridor in front of the house, not daring to stop for a moment, and gradually accelerated the speed.
He quickly crossed the barren land, followed the long narrow path into the porch.
From the corner of my eye, the darkness behind me seemed to move slightly.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the strangely shaped door, and stepped into the room with his legs raised.
The wooden door closed behind him, and the candlelight in the dark room slightly illuminated his eyes. The familiar smell of rotten wood and dust entered his nostrils. Mo Yi, who had almost lost his sense of smell due to the strong smell of blood just now, couldn't help feeling deeply. Take a breath and relax the tense muscles in your body.
The sense of security after returning to the enclosed space enveloped him.
Mo Yi blinked, and after adapting to the light in the room, he couldn't help being startled.
All the surviving people looked at him in shock, half surprised and half unbelievable, and everyone stared at him closely, as if they saw some rare animal.
Everyone's eyes made Mo Yi feel like a thorn in his back. He moved his steps, but found that everyone's eyes followed him and moved a step.
Mo Yi thought for a while, raised a hand in embarrassment, and said stiffly:
"… Hi?"
Everyone: "..."
At this moment, Yu Ran came up from behind the crowd. After seeing Mo Yi, her eyes widened involuntarily. She stepped forward quickly, and said with some hesitation:
"On you?"
Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and followed Yu Ran's gaze to look down at himself.
Since he was looking for clues on that land just now, the blood seeping from the soil stained his clothes. The light-colored top was covered with fresh blood stains. The scarlet color looked shocking, and there were spots of blood splashed on the soles of his shoes. and mud, and even his fingers were red with blood.
The whole person is like going through a massacre.
In other words - like a psycho killer who just finished.
Mo Yi felt a little helpless, looked up at Yu Ran, and asked, "Do you have any tissues?"
Yu Ran froze for a moment, nodded, and took out a few wet tissues from her backpack and handed them to Mo Yi.
Mo Yi took the tissue and quickly wiped his fingers. The tissue was quickly stained with a large area of light red, which looked shocking.
He didn't care about the clothes and trousers on his body, after all, they were all soaked in blood, and he probably couldn't get them back if he wiped them again.
Yu Ran on the side took a few steps closer, half amazed and half doubtful, and said, "You survived. Just now I saw that man with scattered limbs climbing down the stairs. I thought..."
Mo Yi raised his eyelids and glanced at her with a smile:
"Think I'm dead?"
There was no special meaning in his eyes, but Yu Ran's cheeks felt warm when he saw him, and he was momentarily hesitant, not knowing what to say.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked around the crowd, seeing that they were avoiding his gaze uncomfortably, and continued to speak:
"Upstairs is not as unsafe as imagined, as long as you avoid the handover every hour, and don't encounter monsters head-on."
Mo Yi stuffed the wipes he had wiped his hands back into the packaging bag, and then put them in the side pocket of his backpack. Ignoring everyone's brilliant expressions, he took a step forward and walked into the dark corridor next to the stairs.
With a sudden heartbreak, Yu Ran opened her mouth and stopped him: "You...where are you going now?"
Mo Yi paused, turned his face slightly, revealing half of his pale face with smooth lines, and his cool voice was slightly deep:
"kitchen."
Yu Ran took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. Following her inner instinct, she sped up a few steps, followed the straight back of the man in front, and said:
"Come on, I'll go with you."