Chapter 67

Like being immersed in ice water from head to toe, chills of extreme cold rise from the bones, evaporate along each pore and climb to the back.

Fear is like a cold iron hand around the throat, squeezing out every trace of air in the lungs.

Almost subconsciously, Mo Yi reaches out and grabs Yu Ran and pushes her to the side!

With this force, two people stumbled to one side and suddenly fell to the ground.

When Yu Ran is not aware of it, he only feels a cold air from the edge of his cheek, rubbing her side, bringing a sharp pain.

The ability to react in the copy makes Yuran react instantly. She takes advantage of Mo Yi's arm and hugs him before they fall to the ground in confusion. She rolls around and hides in one side.

After a bout of dizziness, the two men had left the place where they had just stood and lay down on the ground in dismay.

Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the kitchen door.

I don't know if it can be called a human shadow, still standing quietly in the dark, half of his body covered in the shadow of the corridor, almost unable to see the outline.

The only thing you can see clearly is its face.

The pale and fuzzy face looked twisted and strange, with dark eyes turning slowly, one by one, looking at them.

Mo Yi's scalp is a little numb, and his almost inhuman eyes make him feel as if he were piercing on his back. The physiological shudder then surges into his heart, and the adrenaline soars.

His eyes were quick, and he turned to look behind him. It was a very high stove, full of layers of iron pots and kitchenware. The only half open pot had a strong smell of blood. The window frame behind the stove had been completely twisted, narrow and compact. It was sealed with a few simple wooden strips. It was very difficult for even a very small child to get through 。

Not to mention two normal adults.

Mo Yi slowly swallowed his saliva and turned back.

The only way out of the kitchen was the door to the corridor, which meant that their retreat was blocked.

There is no escape.

The shadow now completely turned the whole face around. His pale and strange face looked like wax oil that had melted and solidified again. His black hole eyes were staring at them. There was no light in them. It was cold and strange like a dead man.

It slowly step forward, out of the shadow of the corridor, half body into the kitchen, lit by the dim light inside the room.

In the ear came the low - colored air - pumping sound.

Mo Yi's breathing is also slightly stagnant, urging himself to think of some solutions.

The color of its body is very different from that of its upper body, which is very strange, only the shadow of its upper body is very strange.

It looked uncoordinated. It walked awkwardly and slowly, but firmly came to them.

That twisted face closer and closer, a pair of ghost fire like eyes in the faint burning malice.

At this time, Yu Ran's tight body suddenly stretches out. She has experienced many copies of her strength. Her whole body is like a full bow, and her slender body bursts out with great energy.

She rushed to the stove behind her at a very fast speed and pulled out the huge kitchen knife that was deeply embedded in the chopping board.

A pair of sharp Phoenix eyes tightly stare at the figure approaching, and then raise the blade, downward force a wave!

She wants to fight back!

The next second, the blade passes through its body without stagnation.

Yu Ran can't help but be stunned. She looks at her hands and sees that the blade has opened the figure, just like crossing the air. After the blade has passed, the figure starts to gather slowly again, and finally condenses into the original human form.

It looks at Yu ran with that impassive fuzzy face, and its black hole like eyes look ghostly.

Yu Ran didn't have time to step back, so he was pinched by the figure.

The coke like fingers tightly clasped the woman's slender throat, and the frightening face approached slowly, and the twisted wax like facial features came close to her eyes.

Seeing that Yu Ran was about to encounter an accident, Mo Yi's heart beat like a drum, and his face was as white as gold paper. He forced himself to calm down and think about how to break the situation that was close to death.

His eyes were fixed on the coke like palm on his neck and the black fingerprints on her skin color. Suddenly, a guess flashed across his heart, illuminating his mind like lightning.

Mo Yi tightened his fingers. The silver chain that fell heavily on his wrist was like a noose around his wrist. It was heavily pressed down by the pendant with some body temperature, as if the upper end was a human heart.

Ear pierced by the gushing sound of blood protrusion, and rapid to the incredible heartbeat sound.

Mo Yi stepped forward and pulled off the silver chain around his wrist. The round pendant from the mottled chain flashed in the dim light.He quickly hung the silver chain around his neck, which was a little lax.

The rusty noose on the photo frame pendant between the fingers opens with the sudden pull of gravity, revealing two small pocket photos inside, just opposite the pale and twisted face.

In the Yellow black-and-white photos, boys and girls are smiling at the outside. They can't see their facial features clearly. They can only see two pairs of black and bright eyes staring at everyone innocently.

As if struck by lightning, the twisted and fuzzy figure suddenly trembled, then loosened Yu Ran's neck and staggered back a few steps.

A hoarse, shrill, inhuman cry broke out of its body, as if suffering from unbearable pain.

Even its body shape is faintly distorted, as if it were blown out of the fog, the outline of the whole body is fluctuating.

Yu Ran loses the strength to support her body. She falls to the ground, her lax pupils focus slowly, and then she coughs violently as if she were tearing her body apart.

Mo Yi's eyes are wrong, and he stares at the figure, and his lips lose their blood color and become a tight straight line.

The shadow seemed to be relieved from the pain that had just struck suddenly, and the outline of the body was reconstituted.

It twisted the face that had just been suddenly sidetracked, and slowly lay down beside ran. It stretched out its coke like hand and held the silver pendant in front of her with shaking hands.

The lid opens in its dark palm.

The pale face seemed to solidify a little, fuzzy as if melted wax oil on the face slowly gathered facial features.

It was a woman's face, with deep features, typical of the Anglo Saxons, with a gentle and sad face.

Her face was deeply engraved by pain, and her trembling coke like fingers caressed the two blurred photos slowly, as if she could directly touch the fresh and soft face of a child through the cold photo frame.

Deep and desperate.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have enough intelligence to communicate, Mo Yi was calm and seemed afraid of stimulating the other party. He spoke cautiously and said in English:

"I'm sorry, madam --"

the other party raised his head. Although his face was still clear, his eyes returned to the black hole like ghost, and all the human feelings on his face disappeared completely Keep a close eye on Mo Yi.

Husky sounds like a voice burned by fire:

"you must die."

Mo Yi's heart suddenly breaks out, but his emotions are not obvious. It seems that it is not himself who is threatened by death.

His eyes were fixed on the woman's pale face and said quietly:

"can you tell us why?"

Her face became pale and twisted again, and the original clear outline of her facial features became blurred. She stared at Mo Yi, and her eyes were as cold as iron stone:

"you must die."

Mo Yi focused on it: "the temptation of the devil is always wrapped in honey, isn't it?"

The ghost looked at him with gloomy and cold eyes.

Mo Yi stepped forward, his voice became gentle and soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but the content of his words was direct like a merciless sword:

"although Erica and John came back, they brought more lethal things. The plague that once took countless European lives came back from hell, right?"

After hearing the two names, the ghost's body suddenly trembled, and his pale and fuzzy face solidified a little.

Mo Yi's tone slowed down again, just like the voice line wrapped in silk and silk, warm as velvet:

"however, according to my understanding, the black death never broke out after the 17th century, let alone its more virulent and lethal variant, so You stopped it, didn't you? "

Her face was pale and cold, and it was out of tune on her charred body.

Mo Yi held his breath: "that's why you're like this, right?"

At last there was a flicker of emotion on her face, and her eyes became sad - this time, she finally spoke, her coarse, hoarse voice was as harsh as the sound of a nail scraping through glass:

" it can never happen。” [it can't happen]

this sentence appeared once on the stationery on the second floor, and then on the letter paper hidden in the box.

Now, I said it myself.

Said it firmly, sadly, and hopelessly. It is like a sharp blade that goes deep into the wound. When the knife sees blood, it brings out the rotten flesh in the wound.

The other person's face is now more condensed and his eyes become more rational:

"I killed my child."

Mo Yi's heart leaps. Although he has guessed the development of the event, he still feels inexpressible shock when he hears it."I took their bodies and set the house on fire."

She lowered her head, and her charred fingers gently crossed the faces of the two children on the necklace:

"the devil didn't want to see me disturb his plan. In order to punish and revenge, when my body smelled of burning, my head was not licked by the fire. She could only watch my baby's body burn in the fire, and my body turned into coke."

Mo Yi could not see her face clearly, but could only hear her voice muffled by the fire:

"but what does it matter? Nothing is more painful than watching my child die again I deserve it. "

She slowly took the necklace off Yu Ran's neck, carefully held it in the hard and dark palm of her hand, then stood up and looked at Mo Yi with dark eyes:

"so, you must die.

If you don't die in my hands - you'll be killed and sacrificed by this house, and then It will come back. "

The ghost's face turned pale and twisted again. It stepped forward slowly, and its hoarse voice was like a ghost crawling out of Hell:

"I will not allow it.

I've given everything to stop it, and I won't allow you to let it out again. "

Its face is terrible and twisted, its words are fuzzy and cold, and it whispers over and over:

- "you must die."

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