Mo Yi raised his head and glanced at the sky. In the pitch-black darkness without a single ray of light, there was a bright blue countdown, which was slowly sliding towards the finish line, counting the passage of time in an orderly manner:
00:03:21
This dungeon is finally coming to an end.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, his cold limbs were sore and limp, and the thin clothing was tightly stuck to his body by the sticky half-dried blood, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He moved his fingers a little, and felt that he had recovered a little bit, at least there was some heat in his palm, and it was no longer as cold and numb as before, like a stone.
There still seemed to be that warm, salty rusty taste in the mouth.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.
He took a deep breath, climbed up with difficulty, staggered and wobbled when he stood up.
Then, Mo Yi shook his head slightly, declined Zhou Yunchen's attempt to help him, walked up to Yu Ran who was half lying on the ground, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"How are you?"
Yu Ran looked up at him, showing a weak smile:
"It's okay, I can't die for now."
Mo Yi's eyes turned around the wound on her body, and he had a rough idea in his mind.
Although Yu Ran's injuries were serious, she should have used some small props exchanged for points. In addition, this land no longer actively sucks human blood, so Yu Ran's wounds are not bleeding much at the moment.
Perhaps because of his physical condition, Yu Ran, who had lost half of his body, looked better than Mo Yi.
Mo Yi's expressionless face softened slightly, and he said softly to Ran:
"Thank you very much."
In such a critical situation just now, it was really not easy for Yu Ran to carry out the dangerous suggestion he made without any foreshadowing or explanation without doubt and without hesitation.
Mo Yi knows the courage and trust needed to do this.
Yu Ran smiled, staring at him closely with a pair of dark brown eyes, her pale and bleeding face looked extremely serious:
"It should be us thanking you."
Her eyes are as bright as mirrors:
"Without you, we couldn't find any clues about this dungeon, let alone allowing so many people to live to this day."
The player who was supporting Yu Ran subconsciously thought of the scene just now, and there was a little fear in his eyes.
The level of danger in this dungeon is beyond the imagination of many players. However, at this difficulty, except for the person whose hands and feet were cut off by Ivy and was sucked dry by the mud without resistance, the others are still live.
It all depends on Mo Yi.
The player's eyes were complicated, and he moved his throat slightly, but he didn't know what to say for a while.
Mo Yi didn't notice that there was such a complicated thinking dynamic in other people's minds at all.
He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, said a few words about the dyed grass, and then turned and left.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then walked in Ivy's direction.
Ivy, who was sitting withered like a stone sculpture, seemed to have sensed Mo Yi's arrival, moved slightly, slowly tightened the arms holding the pile of broken corpses, and then raised her head.
Looking at those pitch-black eyes, Mo Yi didn't know what to say, so he looked back at her in silence.
A smile appeared on Ivy's lifeless pale face:
"...it seems that I am not so stupid."
Mo Yi paused, lowered his eyelids slightly, his long eyelashes covered his dark pupils, and answered irrelevantly:
"He who believes in hope is never stupid."
Ivy's body began to be slowly covered by the scorched black shell again, and an unpleasant burnt smell spread from her body. This time, the scorched marks slowly climbed up her cheeks, and when she was pale Deep marks were carved on his face, and they continued to spread.
Her expression was calm, and she even looked a little relieved:
"I am a product of this sacrificial ritual, it disappears, and I will disappear too."
- Mo Yi was not surprised by this result.
He subconsciously pursed his lips and did not speak.
Ivy lowered her face, and gathered the corpses in her arms with her scorched and twisted palms, as if she was tucking them in.
Her voice was hoarse and harsh, as if fingernails were piercing glass, but the emotions contained in it were clearly revealed from every tone:
"I'm a murderer, going to hell, and they should stay with God."
... life and death never meet.
There is no trace of blank skin on Ivy's face, and she now looks like a burnt corpse.
The moment her voice fell, the scorched black covering her body cracked several gaps. Then with a soft clattering sound, Ivy's carbonized body shattered, and then shattered into a pile of residue, which was exhausted in the scarlet soil.
Mo Yi took a deep look at the black and red land.
Then he let out a long breath of foul air, and looked up at the fluorescent blue countdown suspended in the sky:
At the moment when the last digit of the countdown turned to 0, Mo Yi felt his eyes go dark, his strength quickly drained from his hands and feet, and all the sounds around him were fading away, only the familiar outdated electronic music rang in his ears :
"Congratulations on your successful escape!"
Not knowing whether it was a second or a century, Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes.
Unlike the previous two dungeons, when he opened his eyes and answered the real world, this time Mo Yi regained consciousness in the dark.
He blinked his eyes in a daze, but no matter whether he opened or closed his eyes, he couldn't receive any light in his retinas, so he didn't know where he was or what night he was in.
It took a long time for Mo Yi to regain his composure and realize that he had regained his sanity.
He tried to move his arms, but the feeling in his limbs was still there, as if his body was wrapped in a strange kind of warm water, which made his movements unrestricted, as if he was in the air in a trance.
Just when Mo Yi was surprised, a female voice rang out without warning in the empty darkness.
Different from the mechanical female voice that keeps appearing in the dungeon, although this voice still sounds calm and indifferent, it seems like a real person speaking;
"Congratulations to player Mo Yi for passing the membership test copy, and now you have successfully joined the senior member club."
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and thousands of bizarre guesses about the senior member club emerged in his mind instantly.
Just listen to the voice continue to say:
"The trial dungeon is being identified..."
There seemed to be a little fluorescent blue light spots in front of his eyes, which were extraordinarily clear in the thick and endless darkness. Those light spots slowly merged together to form characters in front of Mo Yi's eyes:
[Difficulty A+ for this dungeon]
[Comprehensive evaluation of player ability: S-]
The voice rang again:
"According to the comprehensive evaluation of the three dungeons you have experienced, you have become a B-level member of the senior member club, please continue to work hard."
Mo Yi, who was floating in the darkness, moved his body slightly, stretched his hands and feet into a comfortable position, and then asked:
"How many levels are there in the senior member club?"
The voice replied without hesitation: "S, A, B, C, D five levels, new members of the club are all D level."
Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully: It seems that it is indeed an exception for him to become a B-rank as soon as he came in.
He continued to ask: "How many people are there in the senior member club?"
The voice replied without hesitation: "Insufficient authority."
Mo Yi himself did not have much hope for the frankness of this game, so he changed the subject and continued to ask:
"What permissions do B-level members have now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness in front of him was instantly occupied by fluorescent blue, and the dots of light converged in the darkness, forming a magnificent picture, which almost moved Mo Yi, who had been in the darkness for a long time, to tears .
The voice sounded again:
"The main privileges of Class B members of the Senior Member Club are:
The B-level member store is officially open for you, and you can choose to visit it before entering the instance.
After the dungeon starts, you will get a chance to open the store, and the props can be purchased immediately without waiting.
There are more ways to play waiting for your discovery! "
Following this mechanical female voice, the fluorescent blue light spots in the sky changed rapidly, forming different pictures one after another, just like the promotional brochures in the store, which looked a little funny.
Mo Yi paused, and asked a question that had troubled him for a long time:
"Before the opening of the membership test dungeon, it was mentioned to win the final prize. What is it?"
The voice replied without pausing: "Insufficient authority."
Mo Yi frowned—this game is really too stingy, and the tone is so strict that no information will be disclosed. Even the rewards and privileges given after becoming a B-level member have many restrictions and additional conditions.
Before he could continue to speak, the voice rang in his ears without warning. The voice clearly vibrated his eardrums, and then the other colors in front of him suddenly moved away, as if they were suddenly pushed into the deep and cold ocean. All light and shadow, sound and color are separated from his consciousness by a layer of film, only the amplified voice said in his ear:
"The three questions for the new members of the senior club have been consumed, and the real world is being transmitted..."
Can only ask three questions? !
And two of the three questions have insufficient authority? !
What kind of cheating game is this? !
Mo Yi's eyes darkened, as if his thoughts were suddenly pulled out of his body and thrown into the washing machine to stir desperately.
You can't see anything in front of you, and you can't touch anything around you.
I don't know how long it took, Mo Yi suddenly woke up from the darkness. The scorching sun shone on his eyelids through the half-covered curtains, printing a dazzling crimson in his retina, making him squint involuntarily. Eye.
In the nostrils is the familiar warm breath in his own room, and the soft bed is under the body—
His bed is like the respawn point in online games, no matter where he is teleported from, he will always wake up here.
Mo Yi blinked his eyes in a trance, a familiar cold and sticky feeling came from his body, and the feeling of his sweaty shirt sticking to his body was really uncomfortable. He frowned and sat up from the bed.
Immediately afterwards, an unexpected voice rang in his ears, blasting his thoughts into a paste:
"woke up?"
Mo Yi twisted his neck stiffly, followed the voice and looked over—
His gaze fell into a pair of familiar light gray eyes, as if he was instantly in a ravine among the surrounding light-colored clouds, condensed and deep.