Mo Yi's face was still calm and indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, and the dark eyes on his pale face became brighter and more menacing.
After staring at the darkness where Ivy disappeared for a few seconds, he turned and walked to the middle of the house.
The ceiling above the head was pierced with several irregular cracks by the spider's hard claws, like ugly scars engraved on the fragile crooked wooden ceiling, pitch black without a trace of light.
Sawdust and dust fell down from the shattered gap, part of it landed on the overlapping white spider webs in mid-air, and part of it fell along the gaps between the spider webs, flying under the light of the flashlight.
The secret door was open, and the wooden stairs entwined with layers of cobwebs lowered from the secret door, forming a fragile angle with the ground.
Mo Yi raised his head to look at the secret door, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, he stretched out his hand to support the precarious looking ladder, then slightly arched his thin back, and walked up.
The wooden ladder under the palm has rough and sharp wooden thorns, which bring a slight tingling sensation. The cobwebs wrapped around it have not been completely cleaned up, hanging in the middle of the ladder one by one, and the sticky and cold touch wraps around the fingers , giving an indescribable sense of discomfort.
He walked halfway, seemed to think of something, turned his head and said to everyone:
"If you want to come up, it's best to leave two people on the ground to prevent any accidents, and the floor in the attic is too fragile, I'm afraid it can't bear the weight of everyone."
Mo Yi didn't give everyone a chance to answer, and said in a calm and flat tone:
"Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu stay here, and if you find anything unusual, call it out."
His voice was not loud, and his articulation was clear and soothing, but there was a sense that it should be taken for granted and could not be refused, and one could not help but have a desire to obey.
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned his head and continued to climb up. The unsteady wooden ladder creaked harshly under his feet, and his thin back quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The people downstairs looked at each other in dismay, and then subconsciously followed Mo Yi's arrangement just now. After leaving two people behind, the rest followed Mo Yi and climbed up one after another.
Mo Yi stood in the middle of a small intact floor in the attic, holding a flashlight in his hand, illuminating the secret door.
He watched the players climb up one by one according to his arrangement, and he couldn't help but curl his lips slightly in satisfaction.
His previous work caused him to have extremely severe persecution paranoia and extreme paranoid desire for control for a long period of time. If he hadn't quit the job later, Mo Yi even felt that he might become an antisocial personality.
During the ten years of disappearance, although he has become much more gentle and peaceful, he still has great wariness and vigilance towards others.
If everyone follows up, if something unexpected happens, it will inevitably cause the situation to go out of control. Yu Ran and Zhou Yunchen have already opened a branch line, which is consistent with his goal and can be trusted for the time being, but the other three players may not necessarily up.
Divide and conquer is the best way.
And... besides this, Mo Yi has other considerations.
Seeing that everyone had already come up, he turned around and walked towards the window of the attic with ease, carefully avoiding the holes on the ground pierced by the spider's hard claws while walking.
In the darkness, Mo Yi's face was calm and calm.
He is used to walking alone. In the previous dungeon, there were only one or two teammates at most. However, due to objective reasons, the current dungeon forced the six of them to form a team temporarily.
Therefore, we must start from the subtleties and subtly engrave our authority in the subconscious of these people.
A team with its own ghosts is far weaker than a team of absolute obedience.
Mo Yi walked through the open space with countless small white bones hanging familiarly, and stood at the window of the attic.
He looked at the bony goat skull hanging by the window.
The huge skeletal structure was half hidden in the darkness, and it looked terrifying under the pale light of the flashlight. The black holes in the eye sockets stared at everyone, looking like some creature that escaped death, strange and inexplicable.
There was a faint swallowing sound from behind.
Mo Yi ignored it, just supported the sides of the skull with both hands, and then lifted it vigorously, trying to take it off the wall.
The goat's skull was unexpectedly heavy, pressing on Mo Yi's arm and falling heavily, almost causing him to stagger and fall.
Yu Ran strode forward, stretched out her hands to support him firmly, and said, "I'll help you."
After finishing speaking, she let go of the palm that was holding Mo Yi, and then stretched out her hand to support the goat's cold skull, and put it firmly on the ground with her strength.
Mo Yi took a deep breath: "..." Okay.
He shook his head slightly, clearing out the irrelevant mixed emotions in his mind, and then turned his head to look at the wall with the skull hanging on it.
Like the other walls in this room, this gray wall is crooked, not parallel to the ground and windows, and twisted at an odd angle. The huge goat's skull left a sharp outline of dust on the wall, and the walls on either side were distinctly different colors.
The most eye-catching thing is that in the middle of the skull outline, there is an inverted pentagram drawn in blood, surrounded by several other strange symbols.
Judging from the dust traces left by the sheep's head on the wall, this symbol is definitely very old, but the color of the blood stain is so bright that it can almost sting people's eyes, and there is also a faint red light flowing faintly. It looks gloomy and weird.
The faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of dust and sawdust in the attic made one feel a little tight in the closed space.
Mo Yi moved closer, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the inverted five-pointed star drawn in blood.
In the dust floating on the wall, you can see a faint looseness in the inverted pentagram, and dust falls down along the wall.
Mo Yi stretched out his fingers, caressed a small piece raised on the wall, and pressed it lightly with his fingertips. The faint movement under his fingertips proved his guess, but when he tried When I inserted my fingertips into the loose wall gap, I felt a sense of powerlessness that was difficult to apply.
He turned to look at Yu Ran: "Did you bring your knife?"
Yu Ran nodded, opened her backpack, took out the kitchen knife that was wrapped in a piece of dirty cloth, and walked forward.
Mo Yi took a few steps back to give her some space.
She pinched the half-torn brick with her slender fingers, powdery dust trickled down from her fingertips, and then she pressed hard carefully, and the brick was pulled along with her movements It came out, and the broken small stones fell, knocking a hollow sound on the floor.
It was only then that everyone discovered that under the cover of dust and broken wall skin, these bricks were completely arranged according to the direction and shape of the inverted pentagram, and the brick that was pried off by Yu Ran happened to be in the middle of the pentagram. Same for pentagons.
Mo Yi raised his wrist and shined the flashlight in his hand into the hollow where the bricks were lost.
Amidst the pervasive dust and complex brick and wooden support structures, a dark black thing looked particularly eye-catching.
Mo Yi held his breath, and a most likely guess emerged in his mind.
He slowly reached in, his slender fingers groping through the dust and broken bricks, and then pinched a foreign object hidden inside the bricks.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and then withdrew his palm.
It was a thin, small book. There was no mark on the dark leather cover, nor was it stained with any dust. It shone with a strange dim light under the light of the flashlight.
He turned the first page, only to see a line of Latin written in crooked small letters at the bottom of the page:
Clavicula Salomonis
Key of Solomon.
Mo Yi's breathing became slightly unsteady, his eyes were astonishingly bright, and he was staring closely at the unattractive little notebook in his hand.
This is the beginning and origin of everything.
He gently rubbed the pages of the book with his fingertips, and the dry paper under his fingers had an unusual texture, as tough as leather, and it felt extremely strange to the touch.
Mo Yi shone the flashlight on the book, and looked closely at it.
There are skin-like lines and wrinkles on the paper, and even fine pores can be seen on it.
A chill rose from behind.
—This turned out to be a genuine human skin book.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and was about to continue browsing, but only heard the hysterical shouts of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu from downstairs.
Everyone was startled, Mo Yi closed the pages of the book, hurriedly stuffed it into the bag, and hurried towards the opened secret door together with the others, and then looked down.
The faces of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu appeared under the secret door. They approached the unsafe wooden ladder, then raised their heads to look at the people in the attic.
They looked calm and rational, as if the shout just now was not from them at all.
Zhou Yunchen even showed a faint smile at Mo Yi:
"It's okay, it's a misunderstanding just now, we were too nervous to control the volume, sorry sorry."
Seeing that the alarm was cancelled, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then looked down at the two of them from upstairs with some complaints, and complained:
"You are too timid, you can be scared by this, and we are so nervous."
Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu smiled awkwardly, repeatedly apologizing.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and suddenly said with a cold voice, "Quiet."
As if there was some kind of spell in his words, everyone's hearts tightened, and they subconsciously closed their mouths.
There was an eerie silence in the air.
Zhou Yunchen raised his head, fixed his dark eyes on Mo Yi, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Mo Yi frowned tightly, did not answer, but listened intently to the sound in the air.
A faint singing sound floated from a distance. Unexpectedly, although the volume of the singing sound was very low this time, the lyrics were very clear. It sang the same sentence over and over again:
"My love, oh, come to me—"
[My love, oh, come to my arms—]
Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
According to the settings of this dungeon... Only when you are close to the monsters can you hear what they are singing.