The strong rust and earthy smell lingers on the nose, almost making it difficult to breathe.
In front of his eyes was a deep and large piece of blood, and the rich blood energy was almost solidified. Layers of mud formed the inner wall of the tomb, and dark red thick blood slowly oozes out, and then is quickly absorbed by the soil below.
The dark tomb is covered with huge scratches. The complicated and strange lines are deeply embedded in the scarlet soil. Lines of different thicknesses extend and crisscross. Dark blood with a strange color gathers in the depressions of the lines.
Mo Yi raised his eyes and quickly scanned every inch of the tomb, not missing any details.
The pattern in front of me slowly overlapped with the pattern in the human leather book, and every twist and turn became so familiar.
— Ivy has long known that over time, her hatred and persistence will gradually be eroded and softened, eventually forcing her to become no different from the other six-hour monsters.
This sacrifice is like a huge and precise instrument, once it starts running, it is extremely difficult to stop.
So she never let things go beyond her control.
Therefore, Ivy will kill all the players before losing their self-awareness, so as not to reach the point of no return.
But this time, she let them go—
This means that she has given the choice to the player.
Ivy's hoarse, burning voice seemed to ring in my ears again: "...because I'm so stupid, so stupid that I still have hope."
She chose to have hope, she chose to believe that the players could stop herself from slowly losing her sanity and bottom line, and she believed that they could truly break this vicious cycle of death, so she told Mo Yi the location of the personal book.
Because it is the source of everything, and it will be the end of everything.
Through the deep tomb, Mo Yi could hear the clang of iron tools, Ivy's frenzied roar, and Yu Ran's unbearable moans of pain.
The dizziness from excessive blood loss surged up, Mo Yi gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the pattern in front of him, not listening to the wailing outside.
The tucked page of the human skin book has been deeply engraved in his mind, including every sentence, every word, and every picture on it.
His eyes fell on a corner of the tomb, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
-right here.
He used his injured hand to support the soft and wet ground in the tomb, and then used his other hand to touch the middle of the pattern.
It happened to be located between the easily deformed sheep skull and the inverted pentagram. The color of the soil was dark scarlet, which had already settled into a rich black. It was buried deep in the moist soil, and it was extremely difficult not to look carefully. noticed.
Mo Yi thrust his palm into the soil vigorously, and the sticky and thick dark red blood squeezed out with his movements. More than half of his palm had completely sunk into the wall of the tomb, and the wet soil It sucked his fingers like a swamp, as if some strange force was sucking and pulling him.
The bloody palm sank deeper into the ground as he moved, and the soil greedily sucked the blood from his wound.
The warm blood was rapidly lost in the body, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the whole body became ice-cold.
Mo Yi propped up his increasingly heavy eyelids, his pale and bleeding lips were tightly pressed, a pair of out-of-focus black eyes stared fiercely at a point on the tomb, his pale face was stained with dark red mud, looking Embarrassed.
The feeling of dizziness hit, and the field of vision was occupied by a drowsy darkness.
Mo Yi shook his head slowly, his hard teeth bit his lips fiercely, trying to maintain his remaining sanity, his fingers groped in the moist and soft soil.
Cold, heavy, dizzy.
The sluggish feeling caused by excessive blood loss dragged his remaining sanity to slide into the abyss, like falling into a deep glacier. The numb coldness wrapped all his senses, leaving him with only mechanical movements.
At this moment, the stiff fingertips seemed to touch something hard in the soil.
A spark of hope burst out from Mo Yiqiang's half-out-of-focus eyes, lighting up his pupils, and with all his strength, he moved his cold and numb fingers, and grabbed the body buried deep in the mud. object, and then pulled it out forcefully!
Under the blood-covered soil, a small book was revealed.
Mo Yi opened his eyes wide, and tried to identify the cover of the book in his hand with his already blurred vision—it was a dilapidated old collection of nursery rhymes.
When he was studying the human skin book, he combined the Latin text on the book and the messy English footnotes on the paper to piece together the complete and most critical information.
Sacrifice requires a medium, and it must be the object with the deepest bond between Erica, John and Ivy.
According to what the two children said to Ivy just now, she would sing nursery rhymes to them every day before they go to bed to make them fall asleep-that's why Ivy chose it as the medium of sacrifice.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, trying to maintain his sanity, and then stretched his hand to his trouser pocket with difficulty.
Stiff fingers that had almost lost their sense of touch fumbled in the pockets with difficulty, and then pulled out the lighter that had been with him since the first copy.
The sound of wind, whistling, screaming, and weird ballads seemed to all merge into one sound, mixed with his difficult panting, and chaotic heartbeat, gradually drifting away from his ears, and finally disappeared into an empty space. White Noise.
Mo Yi's fingertips trembled, and the dry friction sound of "click" sounded in the small space. He tried several times, and finally lit the fire.
A little orange-red flame ignited in his palm, but it was still so cold that it couldn't bring any warmth.
The tongue of fire licked the yellowed and damp pages of the book, slowly eroding upwards, and then as if touching a certain point, suddenly bright flames sprang up, fiercely devouring the entire book.
Mo Yi loosened his fingertips feebly, and the burning book fell from his hand and fell into the bright red soil, the smell of burning mixed with a strong smell of blood rose up.
A familiar metallic sound sounded in my ears:
"Congratulations player Mo Yi, you have completed the side mission—"
The remaining metallic sounds are slowly fading away like the terrifying screams outside.
There were countless noisy sounds outside, but none of them could wake Mo Yi from the cold and dark semi-consciousness.
He struggled a few times, but he still couldn't resist the violent heavy feeling, pulling him down into the deep ice sea.
The soil around him began to squirm violently, and a large amount of viscous, cold blood poured out from the depths of the depression, pouring into Mo Yi's side like a wave, slowly filling the entire tomb.
Mo Yi no longer had the strength to struggle.
The lost blood took away every trace of warmth and vitality in his body, and the cold long sleep and death came hand in hand, slowly occupying his body.
A large amount of blood flowed around him, submerged Mo Yi's body and limbs, and slowly blocked his mouth and nose. Perhaps due to hypothermia, the cold blood around him seemed to have a little warmth.
The comfortable suffocation flooded him like a wave.
At this moment, a warm and dry hand gently lifted his neck, keeping his mouth and nose away from the rising blood in the tomb.
Mo Yi opened his mouth in a daze, struggling to open his eyelids, but failed.
The warm and soft skin was close to his cold and pale lips, the warm liquid slid down his mouth and into his throat, the familiar smell of blood spread in his mouth, leaving scalding marks on his lips, It was almost so hot that he shivered.
Mo Yi choked on the warm blood that kept pouring into his mouth, and then coughed violently.
The palms of his hands pressed against his thin back and patted lightly a few times to help him breathe.
The weird blood, wrapped in warmth and vitality, slid down Mo Yi's esophagus, and then quickly flowed to his limbs and bones, instantly warming his cold palms.
Mo Yi felt his strength return to his limbs.
He moved his eyelids, and then opened his eyes—he found that he was sitting in the tomb, with his back leaning against the wall of the tomb, and the inside of the tomb was already filled with flowing dark red blood, which flooded with his movements. There was a shallow blood wave.
Zhou Yunchen and several other players ran up to him out of breath, and pulled him out of the pool of blood with all their might.
Their faces were filled with the joy and joy of the rest of their lives. Zhou Yunchen was gasping for breath while stammering, while Mo Yi, whose mind was still a little fuzzy, took a long time to react.
He pushed away the hands of several other people who were holding him, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but an uncontrollable itching rose from his throat, causing him to cough violently.
Mo Yi's thin body arched from coughing, and his pale and bloodless face was stained with a sickly red.
A trace of bright blood spilled from his lips.
Zhou Yunchen, who was standing aside, was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support him, and asked, "...are you okay?"
Mo Yi blinked, and his dark eyes became calm and deep again. He shook his head, and then reached out to wipe away the blood on his lips without changing his expression:
"fine.
The blood is not his.
A familiar handsome face flashed in his mind, the cold and sharp lines seemed full of aggression, and the light-colored pupils seemed to be filled with deep and shallow mist.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, licked his pale and bleeding lips, swallowed the remaining bloody smell into his throat, and asked:
"Where's Yu Ran?"
All his actions just now could not have been done without Yu Ran. Similarly, the danger she faces is also the greatest-children are Ivy's weakness and Nilin, and it is almost like risking her life to do anything to them.
Zhou Yunchen turned his body sideways, letting Mo Yi look behind him.
Not far away, Yu Ran was half lying on the ground, his face was pale, half of the next door was gone, and his lower body was soaked in blood.
Zhou Yunchen added: "Her arms and lower body were seriously injured.
But as long as she didn't die, the wounds she received in the dungeon would not be brought to the real world, so she only needed to survive the rest of the dungeon for a few more minutes and she would be fine. "
Seeing that Yu Ran's life was not in danger, Mo Yi felt relieved. He couldn't muster any extra energy to answer Zhou Yunchen's words, so he just nodded slightly.
Immediately afterwards, he was slightly taken aback, as if he was attracted by something not far away.
I saw Ivy covered in blood and fell to the ground.
In her arms were the split corpses, the head and arms of the player, the stomach of the spider, and the paws of the cat, soaked in blood, falling beside her.
The sacrifices disappeared, and those taken limbs were restored from complete children to their previous fragmented appearance.
The image of those two children has completely disappeared.
Ivy lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly. She could only see her blood-stained palm gently patting the fragmented corpse in her arms.
There was a soft singing in my ear.
She was singing a lullaby to the child one last time.