Thick, viscous, jelly-like darkness enveloped the barren ground. The broken walls and ruins could not support the sand and dust accumulated in the house. It flowed and spread slowly like a fluid, glowing with a faint dark red, eroding outwards as if alive. every inch of land on the ground.
The jagged dead branches are like pale and thin limbs, stretching desperately towards a dark sky, and the dark red sand flows under the dead branches, slowly piling up into small sand dunes.
A soft child's voice floated in the air, singing softly indistinct ballads, which spread into the eardrum like a gossamer, and slowly penetrated into the listener's seven orifices and limbs, leaving cold and wet marks like a snake.
Mo Yi held his breath, his pale blood-stained fingers were stiff and cold, and a pair of deep black eyes were fixed on the place where the singing came from.
Solid walls stood in the flowing dark red quicksand, wrapping the center of the entire room.
In the middle of the land, which was as red as blood, behind the two black steles, the soft soil seemed to move twice, and then slowly arched upwards.
Everyone was staring at the land, their eyes were tinged with horror, but they seemed to be haunted by something, their eyeballs were tightly attached to the terrifying scene in front of them, and they couldn't move an inch.
The arch from the blood-red soil became more intense, as if something was struggling to crawl out from below.
The singing voice became clearer, and the soft murmur of the child's voice seemed to be right next to my ears, singing unknown tunes in a low voice, and each melody was like a pale hand, tightly strangling people's throats and holding tightly. Their hearts bring suffocation and fear like drowning.
Only a slight rustling sound was heard, and then the bright red soil surged like a wave and spread to the surroundings. The blood-drunk soil turned up a strong rusty smell, and then stayed in the surrounding sandy soil.
The shape of the whole piece of land is finally finalized. The meandering dark red sandy soil contrasts with the bright red soil. The tall walls divide the whole pattern into lines, forming a distorted and complicated figure, which connects all the trees and trails on the whole piece of land. Including it, a weird pattern was formed.
It had appeared in that empty tomb, and it had also appeared on the tucked-up page of the human skin book.
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly rapid, his pale lips were tense due to blood loss, and a pair of extremely dark black eyes shone with a strange light.
The land behind the two tombstones has sunk deeply due to the surging soil at this moment, leaving only a thin layer of soil covering its surface.
Two pairs of small pale hands protruded from the grave at the same time.
The singing became clearer and louder, and seemed to be mixed with the cheerful laughter of children.
Two small figures stood up from behind the tombstone. Their movements were as stiff as puppets. Their stiff joints supported the ground beside the tomb, and then twisted their limbs and climbed up from the ground.
It is as clear as a lens in a horror movie, slowing down in people's eyes.
They turned their heads slowly and looked straight at the players standing there. There was no expression on their pale faces, as if they had been painted on. The small blood-red mouths slowly opened and closed. Chanting voices spilled from their mouths:
“What are little boys made of
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails,
What are little girls made of
Sugar and spice
And all that's nice."
[What is the little boy made of
frog and snail
and the dog's tail
What is the little girl made of
sugar and spices
and all good things]
That nursery rhyme was written on the oily and bloody handprinted paper nailed to the kitchen counter, and it was slowly being sung from the mouths of the two children who had been pieced together from countless corpses. , appearing even more weird and distorted.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at them carefully.
They are exactly the two children in the black-and-white photo embedded in the pendant. The originally flat and blurred facial features suddenly become three-dimensional and vivid. There is no blood on the two immature faces, and the two pairs of dark blue eyes are emotionless. Tong Zheng stared straight at them, her bright red mouth opened and closed, singing that short nursery rhyme continuously.
The most eye-catching thing is that there are two huge blood holes on the knees of the two of them's slender legs.
The gurgling blood flowed down the bloody hole and slowly down the pale skin, soaking their snow-white stockings and little black shoes, dripping into the bright red ground.
That was the last human body part missing from the seven sacrifices.
Everyone was terrified, and slowly backed away, hoping to get away from the two creepy children as far as possible, but at this moment the twisted house had collapsed, and there was no shelter on the entire land, and there was no place to hide if they wanted to.
As one of the insiders of the whole incident, Yu Ran's breathing was a little disordered, and there was no trace of blood on her beautiful face. She calmed down, leaned close to Mo Yi's ear, lowered her voice, and asked tremblingly:
"This... is this Erica and John?"
Mo Yi's eyes darkened, he nodded, then shook his head again: "Yes, and no."
Rather than saying that they are Erica and John, it is better to say that they are the monsters summoned by the demon sacrifice, a failed attempt to combine the divided bodies of human beings and try to spell out the lost relatives.
He had observed at close quarters that it was the tomb, which should be the place where the entire sacrifice started and finished, and the two children were no longer Erica and John, but just a man with the same appearance as them, with a mutilated human body. It's just a combination of monsters.
Ivy was a desperate move used by the devil. She wanted to resurrect her child, but instead summoned an empty shell carrying a deadly disease into the world.
Yu Ran's fingers twitched nervously, and the nervous expression spread from her face to her tense body:
"So... the two of them are the monsters of this hour?"
As she asked, she secretly calculated and analyzed the situation in front of her—since the sacrifice had not been completed, the kneecaps of the two children were gone. Don't use the same mental attack as in the last hour. According to these healthy adults, it should be completely possible not to be caught.
A faint melancholy flashed across Mo Yi's eyebrows, he shook his head: "It would be great if it were."
Yu Ran who was standing beside him was taken aback for a moment, apparently he did not expect Mo Yi to answer like this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while,
At this moment, in front of the two doll-like children, a small piece of darkness slowly condensed into shape.
A familiar figure emerged.
The scorched black limbs were distorted and deformed as if burned by a raging fire. On top of the scorched black body was a pale and beautiful face. A pair of dark eyes stared fixedly at the immature faces of the two children. Deep emotion, despair without tears, and deep love.
Yu Ran was shocked, and suddenly remembered what Mo Yi said on the second floor:
[What if you were originally one of the seven sacrificed people?]
So, in this hour, what they will face is Ivy.
Yu Ran turned her head abruptly, staring closely at Mo Yi's side face, and asked with unsteady breathing:
"But didn't you say that Ivy preserved her will? So she shouldn't be controlled by this sacrificial ceremony, right?"
In the end, her voice became more urgent, even with a hint of questioning.
Mo Yi turned his head, took a deep look at her, and replied:
"I thought so before."
Yu Ran clenched her palms tightly, her eyes fixed on Mo Yi, as if she was afraid of missing every word he said:
"… now what?"
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast deep shadows on his pale face. He was pale, and instead of directly answering Yu Ran's question, he said in a calm voice:
"As time went on, Ivy maintained a shorter and shorter image of the ruthless ghost holding her child and burning to death, and her face more and more often maintained a human shape—
Also getting soft-hearted. "
The more Yu Ran heard it, the more frightened she became. She turned her head to look at the blood-red land, and saw that the moment the two children saw Ai Wei, their pale and stiff little faces burst into intimate smiles, as if all of a sudden. From lifeless puppets to two real children attached to their mother.
They stopped singing, their bright red lips were smiling, and their two pairs of big blue eyes were full of innocence.
A soft child's voice sounded: "Mom."
Ivy's face seemed to be torn by some extreme emotion, half was crying and longing to hold her own flesh and blood in her arms, and the other half was rationally warning herself to be sober, this was not her own child.
"Erica" and "John" took two steps towards Ivy, and more blood flowed down their hollow knees, almost dyeing their little white socks into pure blood red.
They wobbled and almost fell over.
Maternal instinct triumphed over reason.
Ivy rushed up, her scorched arms trembling, hugging her two furry heads in her arms, her face drooped, and her expression could not be clearly seen from Yu Ran's angle.
The little girl's muffled voice sounded from her arms. It sounded half wronged and half naive, but it sounded like a devil whispering to everyone's ears:
"Mom, we miss you so much."
Ivy's scorched body trembled, as if she was fighting against her own reason.
The little boy's voice sounded immediately, coquettishly:
"Mom, we want to be with you forever."
The scorched black attachments on Ivy's body fell down in a rustle, and fell into the dark red soil, revealing her own clothes and skin color. She was wearing a gray washed-white long dress with splashes of Spots of brown blood, bright red and dark brown covered in layers, looked shocking.
She straightened up stiffly, turned around slowly, and stared at everyone with a pair of dark and cold eyes.
She is no longer the great mother who sacrificed herself to prevent the spread of the disease.
——turned back to the murderer who did not hesitate to kill and dismember six people in order to resurrect his two children.