As if being soaked in ice water from head to toe, the extreme cold trembling rose from the bones, evaporated from every pore, and climbed up the back.
Fear gripped his throat like a cold iron hand, squeezing out every trace of air in his lungs.
Almost subconsciously, Mo Yi stretched out his hand to grab Yu Ran, and pushed her to the side!
Following this force, the two staggered to one side, and were about to fall to the ground unexpectedly.
Before Yu Ran noticed it, she only felt a gust of cold air passing by the edge of her cheek, rubbing against her side, causing a sharp pain.
The reaction ability trained in the dungeon made Yu Ran react instantly. She grabbed Mo Yi's arm and hugged him before the two fell to the ground in a panic. She rolled over on the spot and hid to the side.
After a while of dizziness, the two of them had already left the place where they were standing just now, but lay down on the ground in disgrace.
Mo Yi raised his head and looked towards the door of the kitchen.
That shadow who didn't know if it could be called a human figure was still standing quietly in the darkness, half of his figure was hidden in the shadow in the corridor, and the outline could hardly be seen clearly.
The only thing that can be seen clearly is its face.
The pale and blurred face looked distorted and weird, and a pair of black eyes slowly turned one frame at a time, looking at them.
Mo Yi's scalp was a little numb, and the almost inhuman gaze made him feel like a thorn in his back. Physiological tremors rushed to his heart, and his adrenaline soared.
His eyes were quick, and he turned his head to look behind him. It was a very high stove, piled up with layers of iron pans and kitchen utensils. The only half-open pot was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was located behind the stove. The window frame of the window has been completely distorted, narrow and compact, sealed with a few simple wooden strips, it is difficult for even a very thin child to get through.
Let alone two adults of normal size.
Mo Yi swallowed slowly and turned around.
The only way out of the entire kitchen was the door leading to the corridor, which meant that their retreat was blocked.
There is no escape.
The shadow has completely turned the whole face around at this moment. The pale and strange face looks like wax that has melted and re-solidified. The black hole-like eyes are staring straight at the two. There is no light inside, cold and weird like a dead person.
It slowly took a step forward, walked out of the shadows in the corridor, half of its body entered the kitchen, and was illuminated by the dim light in the room.
A low gasp sounded from Yuran's ear.
Mo Yi's breathing also stagnated slightly, urging and forcing himself to think of some solutions.
The shadow stepped forward again, revealing the distorted limbs and body of charcoal color. Only the face on its body was extremely strange white, and the sharp color contrast made people very uncomfortable.
It looked extremely uncoordinated, and it walked crookedly, slowly but firmly walking towards the two of them.
The distorted face was getting closer and closer, and the pair of will-o'-the-wisp eyes were burning with malice.
At this moment, Yu Ran's tense body suddenly stretched out, and the strength she had experienced through multiple dungeons made her look like a fully drawn bow, and her slender body burst out with great energy.
She rushed to the stove behind her at an extremely fast speed, and pulled out the huge kitchen knife that was deeply embedded in the chopping board.
A pair of sharp phoenix eyes stared closely at the approaching figure, then raised the blade, and swung it down forcefully!
She wants to fight with her back!
In the next second, the blade passed through its body without any sense of stagnation.
Yu Ran couldn't help being stunned. She looked at her hands, and saw that the blade cut the figure apart, just like cutting through the air. After the blade passed, the figure began to slowly gather again, and finally Condensed into the original human form.
It looked at Yu Ran with that emotionless blurred face, and a pair of black hole-like eyes looked ghostly.
Yu Ran didn't have time to retreat, and was grabbed by the neck by that figure.
Five fingers like charcoal tightly clasped the woman's slender throat, the frightening face slowly approached, and the facial features twisted like melting wax approached her eyes.
Seeing that Yu Ran was about to encounter an accident, Mo Yi's heart beat like a drum and his complexion was as white as gold paper. He forced himself to calm down and think about how to break out of the near-dead situation in front of him.
His eyes were fixed on the charred palm on his neck and the black handprints on her skin, and a guess suddenly flashed in his heart, lighting up his mind like lightning.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers, and the silver chain that fell heavily on his wrist was tightly wrapped around his wrist like a noose, and was pressed down heavily by the pendant, which was slightly warmed, as if a human heart was tied to the upper end.
The sound of rushing blood and an unbelievably rapid heartbeat pierced through my ears.
Mo Yi strode forward and tore off the silver chain wrapped around his wrist. The round pendant hanging from the mottled chain gleamed faintly in the dim light.
He quickly hung the silver chain around Yu Ran's neck, whose eyes were a little distracted.
The rusty noose on the photo frame pendant between the fingers opened with the sudden pull of gravity, revealing two small pocket photos inside, exactly facing the pale and distorted face.
In the yellowed black-and-white photos, the boys and girls smiled brightly towards the outside, their facial features could not be seen clearly from the blurred faces, only two pairs of bright black eyes staring innocently at everyone.
As if struck by lightning, the distorted and blurred figure trembled suddenly, then let go of Yu Ran's neck, and staggered back a few steps.
A hoarse, sharp, inhuman cry erupted from its body, as if it was suffering unbearable pain.
Even its figure is slightly distorted, like the mist being blown away, the outline of the whole body is fluctuating.
Yu Ran lost the strength to support her body, and fell to the ground suddenly, her dilated pupils slowly focused, and then coughed violently and viciously as if tearing her body apart.
Mo Yi's eyes were fixed on the figure, and his bloodless lips were tightly pressed into a tight straight line.
The shadow seemed to recover from the sudden pain just now, and the outline of the figure re-condensed.
It turned away from the face that had been turned sideways just now, and slowly squatted down beside Yuran, stretched out its charred hand, and tremblingly held the silver pendant that fell in front of her.
The lid swung open in its inky palm.
That pale face seemed to have solidified a little, and facial features slowly gathered on the face that was as vague as melted wax.
It was a woman's face, with deep features, a typical Anglo-Saxon appearance, elegant and sad.
Her face was deeply scarred by pain, and her trembling charred fingers slowly touched the two fuzzy photos, as if she could directly touch the fresh and soft face of a child through the cold photo frame.
Affectionate and desperate.
Seeing that the other party seems to have enough sanity to communicate, Mo Yi collected himself, as if afraid of provoking the other party, he spoke cautiously in English:
"Ma'am, I'm sorry—"
The other party raised his head, although his face was still clear, but his eyes had returned to the black hole-like ghostly aura, all human emotions on his face completely disappeared, and he stared at Mo Yi closely.
The hoarse voice sounded like it had been scorched by a raging fire:
"You must die."
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, but his emotions didn't show at all, as if he wasn't the one who was threatened with death.
His gaze was fixed on the woman's pale face, and he said quietly:
"Can you tell us why?"
Her face became pale and distorted again, and the originally clear facial features became much blurred. She stared at Mo Yi with eyes as cold as will-o'-the-wisps:
"You must die."
Mo Yi looked at it intently: "The temptation of the devil is always poison wrapped in honey, isn't it?"
Ghost Shadow looked at him with gloomy eyes.
Mo Yi took a step forward, his voice became gentle and soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but the content of his words was as direct as a merciless sword:
"Although Erica and John came back, they brought something more deadly with them. The plague that once took countless lives of Europeans followed them back from hell, right?"
After hearing those two names, Ghosting's figure trembled suddenly, and his pale and blurred face became solid again.
Mo Yi's tone of voice slowed down again, as if wrapped in satin, his voice was as warm as velvet:
"However, as far as I know, the Black Death has never erupted since the seventeenth century, let alone its more vicious and deadly variants, so... you stopped it, right?"
Her face was pale and cold, which looked particularly out of place on her scorched body.
Mo Yi held his breath: "That's why you became like this, right?"
A wave of emotion finally flashed across her face, and her eyes became sad—this time, she finally spoke, her rough and hoarse voice was piercing and terrifying, like the sound of fingernails scraping glass:
"...IT CAN NEVER HAPPEN."[It can't happen]
This sentence appeared once on the letter paper on the second floor, and it appeared again on the letter paper hidden in the box.
Now, it was said by myself again.
Firmly, sadly, desperately said it. Like a sharp blade pierced deeply into the wound, the knife saw blood, bringing out the foul-smelling carrion in the wound.
The face of the other party is now more condensed, and the eyes have become more rational:
"I killed my child."
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat. Although he had already guessed the development of the incident, he still felt indescribably shocked when he heard it with his own ears.
"I held their bodies and set the house on fire."
She lowered her head, her scorched fingers gently brushed across the faces of the two children on the necklace:
"The devil doesn't want me to disturb his plan. For punishment and revenge, when my body smells of burning, my head is not licked by the fire. I can only watch my baby's death. The corpses burned in the flames, and my body was reduced to ashes."
Mo Yi couldn't see her face clearly, he could only hear her voice hoarse from the flames:
"But what does it matter? There is nothing more painful than watching my child die yet again...I deserve it."
She slowly took off the necklace from Yu Ran's neck, carefully clutched it in her stiff and blackened palm, then stood up, looking at Mo Yi with a pair of dark eyes without emotion:
"So, you must die.
If you don't die at my hands - you'll be killed and sacrificed by this house, and then... it'll come back. "
The ghost's face became pale and distorted again, it slowly took a step forward, and its hoarse voice was like a ghost crawling out of hell:
"I won't allow it.
I gave everything to stop, and I won't allow you to let it out again. "
Its face was terrifying and distorted, its words were vague and cold, and it murmured over and over again:
— "You must die."
The author has something to say:
In the last dungeon, one side wanted to kill and the other side wanted to help.
This time it's... Both sides are rushing to kill the player.
Mo Yi: ... (Laughing and living