Mo Yi's heart beat violently, and a sense of horror climbed up the meridians and bones. The horrific coldness pierced into the flesh like a sharp blade, cutting open the flesh and blood, dripping with blood.
He straightened up suddenly, the hard soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, and a few pieces of wood chips flew down with his movements.
A creepy scene appeared, I saw those pieces of wood passing straight through Zhou Yunchen's upturned face, as if passing through the air or water, making fragmentary sounds on the ground.
Everyone was silent for a while.
Zhou Yunchen's face was still as calm as before, with a slight smile, he looked up at Mo Yi, and asked the same sentence in the same tone:
"What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Wang Zhu, who was standing beside him, also raised his head, with a smile that was almost carved out of the same mold as Zhou Yunchen's, making everyone who watched them shudder.
Mo Yi's complexion turned pale, and the chanting voice in his ears seemed to become clearer, singing over and over again:
"My love, oh, come to me—"
[My love, oh, come to me]
The voice is long and soothing, as if carrying a magical power that is breathtaking.
And in the silence all around, and the singing as thin as a gossamer, a trace of noise entered the eardrum from not far away.
It was the sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground, as if someone was slowly walking out. In the rustling sound of friction, Mo Yi's ears caught a trace of familiar sound.
Muttering as if dreaming: "...Menglin."
This is... Zhou Yunchen's voice
Mo Yi was startled, and an almost absurd conjecture flashed through his mind like lightning, lighting up his eyes with white light.
His breathing was slightly stagnant, but during the few breaths he was in a daze for, the sound of the footsteps rubbing against each other became more and more distant, and the soft murmur caught in his ears just now no longer appeared, and it seemed that only the sentence that was like a magic spell remained in the silence. general libretto.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and started to move. He climbed up the crooked wooden ladder with the palm of his hand, stepped on the crooked ladder, and then took a few strides without hesitation. He clenched his teeth and went down. one jump.
Following his movements, the figures of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu swayed. If a stone is thrown into the calm lake, the scenery reflected on it will shatter and shake, slowly turning into a cloud of smoke, and dissipating like a phantom. .
A tingling and trembling pain came from under the soles of his feet, almost spreading to the bones of his calf. Mo Yi staggered for several steps before he could barely stand still.
Before the two phantoms disappeared, Mo Yi raised his head and saw a piece of familiar clothes around the corner of the room, and the sound of slow footsteps seemed to step on the carpet in the corridor, from Harsh becomes dull.
Mo Yi's heart thumped, ignoring the faint pain in his calf, he straightened up, and rushed out with a stride.
Sure enough, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were standing in the corridor, shuffling, and walking out slowly. Their movements were stiff, and they looked like puppets on strings, being pulled forward by an invisible force. go.
In the dark corridor, the figures of the two were projected onto the twisted and uneven wall by the light of the flashlight, and the black shadows looked quite hideous and terrifying.
The singing voice seemed to grow louder, soft and clear as if whispering in Mo Yi's ear:
"...My love, oh, come to me..."
Mo Yi's eyes were in a trance for a while, as if some gloom covered his vision, making his pace stop involuntarily.
A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear:
"-leave"
Mo Yi's whole body suddenly became cold, and a fine-grained chill appeared in his heart, like thousands of ice needles piercing his brain, which made him wake up instantly.
He supported the wall beside him, the rough wall was cold and hard, which awakened his sanity somewhat—
Mo Yi couldn't help but think of the strange dream he had been having all the time. There was a voice telling him to stay, like a dark quagmire that was difficult to break free from, but the whisper just now... was telling him to leave.
Who the hell is talking? What does it mean in words
Where are you going to leave? Where to stay
Mo Yi was in a state of confusion, he shook his head, the vision in front of him was a bit clearer, and his mind was not as heavy as before. He raised his eyes and looked forward, the backs of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were slowly pushing away and squeezing through the corridor The accumulated sundries continued to move forward without stopping, as if nothing could stop their steps.
Thanks to the traces of the fight with the spider just now, the entire corridor was filled with broken debris, and the path left deliberately before was also destroyed, blocking the way for the two to go out. They have already left.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and cleared his mind.
Now is not the time to think about these things. Once these two players die, all his previous efforts will be wasted.
Mo Yi strode forward, stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu by the collars, and pulled them back forcefully.
The two people who looked like walking corpses were staggered by the drag, and they turned their heads slowly to look at Mo Yi. There seemed to be nothing in their empty pupils. roadblock.
Zhou Yunchen lifted up the broken chair on the ground stiffly, and muttered in a low voice:
"Menglin."
There was a sweet smile on his lips, but his eyes were frozen and unfocused.
The singing in the ear is long and sad, piercing the eardrum as if it could penetrate the wall, and dancing on the human heart.
But this time Mo Yi didn't hear any auditory hallucinations again.
He looked down at his two pale, thin arms that could touch the bones, and rationally judged the current situation.
He was afraid that he would not be able to control these two normal-sized adults by himself.
Although they don't seem to have much intelligence now, they won't resist.
Mo Yi kicked the things removed by those two people back to the original place, then looked at the hill of sundries, made sure that they would not be able to clear a path for a while, then turned around and walked quickly into the house go.
But as soon as he entered the house, he discovered something was wrong.
The few players who were still in the attic had already climbed down one by one at this moment. Their movements were stiff and their eyes were blank, as if they were listening to something ecstatically.
Then, they moved.
With a sweet smile on his lips, his stiff limbs led his body and slowly moved towards the door. His unfocused eyes stared at the door, as if he was looking at someone through the air.
The singing in the ear is ups and downs, singing elegantly and lyrically:
My love, oh, come to me!
Seeing those players walking towards him, Mo Yi quickly closed the door with a "snap", and the movement was so large that it almost knocked the dust off the door. There was a slow and continuous knocking sound from the door, and he hammered it persistently. That broken door.
Mo Yi tugged on the door desperately, and there was a bang bang sound from the door panel, which made his hands ache from the shock.
He sneakily turned his head to look at Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu on the other side of the corridor. They were still picking up the debris piled up in the corridor stiffly. Although the speed was not fast, they were steady and persistent.
Mo Yi was anxious. According to this, sooner or later, these two people will be able to clear a path and follow the voice that tempted them to go downstairs.
But according to the current situation, once he lets go, the people behind the door will definitely rush out.
At that time, it will be one-on-five. Although the confused players are not aggressive, it may be difficult to stop them according to his strength.
Mo Yi's brows were tightly wrinkled, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of dark eyes shone with complicated light on his pale face.
At this moment, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu suddenly stopped, and then they both fell to the ground at the same time, making two heavy, muffled sounds on the carpet-covered wooden floor.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
A pale face slowly emerged from the shadows in the corridor.
ivy.
Her hoarse voice sounded in the corridor: "Don't worry, I'm not dead."
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and gave her a faint smile: "Thank you very much."
Ivy's facial expression was stiff and cold, a pair of dark eyes stared at Mo Yi, and she said abruptly: "You are not affected."
Mo Yi was taken aback: "What?"
The singing voice in my ear still sang the same sentence over and over again, which sounded monotonous and weird.
In the singing, Ivy slowly twisted her lips, showing an ugly smile:
"It allows people to see the most important people in their hearts, lovers, family members, and friends, and then magnify your feelings for these people dozens or even hundreds of times."
Mesmerize the player's eyes and mind, leaving them in a state of blissful love—and a happy death.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly.
Although I had roughly guessed this possibility, my heart still sank when I heard Ivy say it with my own ears.
Ivy laughed hoarsely and harshly:
"You're the first person I've ever met who wasn't affected."
The distorted smile on her face has disappeared, and a pair of dark eyes stared at Mo Yi:
"I've never met a person who was so cold-blooded that he didn't feel affection for anyone."
A noncommittal smile appeared on Mo Yi's lips. Instead of answering Ivy's sharp words, he changed the subject and asked:
"Since it allows people to see the most important person in their hearts, will it be useful to you?"
In other words, can you see your lover and children
Ivy's originally clear facial features became blurred and terrifying, and she laughed hoarsely: "What do you think?"
After finishing speaking, she seemed to no longer want to say a word to Mo Yiduo, but slowly disappeared into the darkness—just like when she came.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, and then sat down leaning against the door. There was a continuous and stiff knock on the door behind him, shaking his back rhythmically, but it was firmly blocked and could not be opened.
Now that Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu have been brought down by Ivy, he has no worries at the moment, he just needs to block the people behind him.
Mo Yi took a deep look at the darkness where Ivy disappeared, his dark eyes sank slightly.
Now, her facial features are becoming more and more clear, and her face seldom turns into the state of melting wax oil at the beginning. She speaks more and more, her logic becomes clearer, and her emotional changes become more and more obvious —
My heart is getting softer.
It seemed that she was slowly changing towards the appearance of her life.