The charred and distorted body of the ghost image almost merged with the darkness behind it. A pale face was distorted and blurred. The facial features that had been clearly defined just now had disappeared, leaving only a pair of ghost-like, inhuman eyes fixed on Mo Yi. .
The sad and soft look had disappeared, replaced by a gloomy killing intent.
Under the gaze of those black eyes, a sense of icy pressure came, bringing physiological fear and dread.
Mo Yi's back was sweating, but his whole body was as cold as if soaked in snow water, and an uncontrollable shivering feeling climbed up his spine.
The heavy atmosphere was almost condensed into a solid body, and the air filled with light blood smell was heavy, making it almost hard to breathe.
He took a deep breath, still maintaining a basic composure on his face, he considered his words, and said:
"Although I understand your concerns, there is another way, isn't there? After all, as long as we leave safely, the sacrifice cannot be completed, right?"
After a suffocating silence, a hoarse voice rang out:
"—why should I take the risk?"
The ghost slowly took a step forward, with a hoarse and strange gurgling sound from its throat:
"I sacrificed the results of a change, including my beloved, my life, my soul—why should I take the risk of letting everything go in vain for you?"
It giggled, a terrible monotonous laugh that sounded like a cry:
"I can kill my child with my own hands, so what does it matter if you have more?"
Mo Yi's face remained unchanged - after all, he was not prepared to impress the other party with such clumsy rhetoric.
The next second, he raised his eyes and stared at the other party, and suddenly said without warning:
"Then what if... from now on, no one will be sacrificed?"
Ghosting's hoarse laughter stopped suddenly, and he stared at Mo Yi with a pale and cold face, as if he was estimating something.
It said grimly:
"I don't know whether to say that you are too arrogant or too stupid to think of fighting the devil with your own strength."
A distorted smile appeared on his pale and blurred face:
"And . . . the same question—why should I take the risk?"
Under the tense and suffocating silence, Mo Yi suddenly smiled softly:
"Then you should have done it a long time ago, shouldn't you? Instead of giving us the chance to delay for so long."
There was silence.
Mo Yi's face was pale, his lips were slightly tensed, and they curled up slightly in a restrained arc, his dark eyes were as bright as stars in winter:
"Since we have to die, but you have been dealing with us for so long, why?"
The pale ghost restrained all expressions and stared at him coldly.
Mo Yi understood.
Ever since the ghost appeared, it has been attacking Yu Ran, fierce and ruthless, trying to put her to death every step of the way.
But not only didn't make any moves against him, but he was willing to deal with him with patience.
Of course, that necklace did bring back some sanity of the other party, but it was by no means enough to stop a painful evil spirit that lost everything. The torment of time and cruel experience devastated its mind and soul, and "stopping the devil" became its goal. The only reason for obsession and wandering.
Faced with such a paranoid, extreme, evil spirit who will do anything to achieve his goal, Mo Yi is not so narcissistic yet, thinking that a few gentle words of his can make the other party let go of their guards.
unless…
Mo Yi's brows and eyes were slightly retracted, and the thoughtful expression flashed in his eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, the expression in his eyes returned to calm and clear, and he didn't point out his guess, just said:
"Since you don't seem to be planning to kill us for the time being, why don't you try our method?"
The other party was silent, looking straight at Mo Yi with a pair of dark and deep eyes, as if he was evaluating something.
After a while, she let out a hoarse and weird low laugh:
"it is good."
Immediately afterwards, the hoarse voice sounded again:
"However, the next time I show up, I won't be so merciful."
As its voice fell, there was a slight fluctuation on the scorched black figure half hidden in the darkness, and then dissipated in the air, and the terrifying pale face like melted wax oil also slowly faded away. dissipate.
Mo Yi's heart moved, and he suddenly called out to her: "Excuse me, can you tell me what your name is?"
You know, all the paper evidence he collected were letters written by her herself, and none of them were signed, so he still doesn't know the name of this woman who has gone through hardships.
The figure of the other party was already blurred, and when Mo Yi had almost given up hope, he threw a few hoarse syllables:
“… Ivy”
Her voice was still hoarse and ugly, like the whining of a crow, but there was an inexplicable embarrassment in her plain tone.
There were only two figures left in the kitchen again.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, his tensed and stiff shoulders immediately relaxed, his nerves that had been highly tense slowly relaxed, and a familiar soreness surged up like a tide.
He took a few steps back, reached out to support the stove behind him, and supported his aching body due to excessive stiffness.
The palms of his hands were already wet with sweat, and the cold shirt was tightly stuck to his back. The cold and cold touch was slowly transmitted to the nerve center along the nerve endings under the skin, causing a shiver.
Cold fingers wrapped around his wrist, and the slightly cool and delicate fingertips gently stroked his protruding wrist bones.
Although the familiar comforting method was clumsy, it inexplicably made Mo Yi's frown slightly relaxed, and the heartbeat that was as tight as a drum just now slowed down a lot.
He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and was about to say that it's okay, but the next second he realized that there was another Yu Ran beside him, and he swallowed back the unspoken words abruptly.
At this moment, Yu Ran also recovered from the sudden situation just now. She stood up while supporting the wall beside her, still looking at the darkness at the kitchen door with lingering fear, as if she was still worried about that terrifying figure. shape appears again.
She tentatively reached out and touched her neck. There were still handprints as black as charcoal on it, which looked particularly shocking on her fair skin.
Mo Yi noticed the movement around her, and turned to look at her.
Yu Ran looks terrible now, her clothes are wrinkled all over her body, and she looks extremely disheveled, there is a shallow gash on the dust-stained cheek, and bright red blood is slowly flowing down.
It seems to be the scar left by the ghost when it first appeared.
Mo Yi's heart tightened slightly, and he rummaged through his backpack for a while, then took out the medicine to stop bleeding and a band-aid and handed them to Yu Ran:
"Your face, you'd better deal with it quickly, getting hurt in this dungeon is no joke."
Yu Ran was taken aback for a moment, and stretched out her hand to touch her cheek, only then did she realize the slight tingling pain.
Her gaze froze, and her facial expression suddenly became serious. She reached out to take the medicine in Mo Yi's hand, and then carefully treated the seemingly harmless wound on her face in front of the small mirror she carried with her.
After confirming that the hemostatic patch had been attached and that no new blood was leaking from the edge, Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, put away the small mirror, and turned to look at Mo Yi.
Her eyes were half surprised and half puzzled, and her eyes were fixed on Mo Yi's face, as if she wanted to see something from it.
Mo Yi felt uncomfortable when she looked at her, and asked:
"… What's wrong?"
Yu Ran's eyes lit up, she considered for a while, and then asked:
"I just find it a bit unbelievable, how do you know... Ivy isn't going to kill us?"
Mo Yi pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids slightly to cover the complicated look in his eyes.
It is undeniable that the mist that has never shown up has something to do with this. After all, Mo Yi still remembers that when he was on the second floor, he frightened off the monster rushing towards him just by his momentum. It can be seen that his strength is not ordinary, even Be dreaded by the monsters in the dungeon.
However, the mist did not show up just now, and Ivy is not the kind of mindless monster that is easily threatened.
So... He always felt that there seemed to be other reasons here.
But no matter what the reasons are, they can't tell Yu Ran.
Mo Yi's heart turned back and forth, but his expression remained the same. He raised his head, showed a flat smile, and answered lightly:
"...just luck."
Yu Ran frowned, apparently not believing his words very much, but since Mo Yi didn't really want to answer, she wouldn't continue to ask so blindly, but changed the topic and continued asking:
"By the way, you just said that you want... not to let anyone sacrifice, is that true?"
Hearing this, Mo Yi's brows could not help but be stained with a trace of solemnity:
"In the situation just now, I can only say this to stabilize the situation, but now we may only be able to do so."
Yu Ran pursed her lips tightly and stared at him, only to hear him continue:
"Now we have only two choices, one is to face the common pursuit of two enemies at the same time, the paranoid and powerful evil spirit and this house that is trying to sacrifice us, the other is to ensure that the players who are still alive continue to live, and then focus on against an enemy."
Mo Yi smiled wryly: "...two thorny roads, we can only choose the less thorny one."
Yu Ran's complexion also became heavy.
- The difficulty of this dungeon is really unusually high.
At this moment, through the blurred darkness, there seemed to be a slight metal gnashing sound from the hall not far away, together with the familiar intermittent music, it seemed particularly eerie and terrifying in the silence.
Mo Yi was taken aback, and looked down at his wrist.
The jumping numbers on the pitch-black watch show—
A new hour begins.
The author has something to say:
Ivy, the old English name, means Ivy. It looks soft but strong, and it looks fragile but flexible.