Chapter 77

Mo Yi's heart leaps violently, and a sense of horror climbs up along the meridians and skeletons. The cold feeling of Mo Yi stabs into the texture like a sharp blade and cuts through the flesh and blood.

He suddenly straightened up, the hard soles of his shoes rubbed on the ground, and several pieces of wood debris flew down with his movements.

A chilling scene appeared. The pieces of wood passed straight through Zhou Yunchen's upturned face, making fragmentary noises on the ground as though they were through the air or water.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

Zhou Yunchen's face was still calm as before, with a slight smile. He looked up at Mo Yi and asked the same question in the same tone:

"what's the matter? What can I do for you? "

Wang Zhu, standing beside him, also raised his head, with a smile almost carved from the same mold as Zhou Yunchen, which made all the people who watched them stand on their hair stand on end.

Mo Yi's face turned white, and the singing voice in his ear seemed more and more clear, singing over and over:

"my love, oh, e to me --"

[my love, oh, come to me]

his voice is long and slow, as if with a kind of enchanting magic.

And in the silence of the whole body, and the thin as the gossamer singing, a murmur from far away into the eardrum.

It was the rubbing sound of the pace on the ground. It seemed that someone was walking out slowly. In the rustling sound, Mo Yi's ears caught a trace of familiar sound.

As if the general murmur of a dream: " Menglin. "

This is Zhou Yunchen's voice?

Mo Yi was stunned. An almost absurd conjecture flashed through his mind like lightning, illuminating his eyes with white light.

His breath was slightly stagnant, but in his stupefied breath, the sound of the friction of his feet became more and more distant. The whisper caught in his ears just now no longer appeared. In the silence, it seemed that there was only that mantra like chant.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and started to move. He climbed up the crooked wooden ladder with his palm. A cat's waist stepped on the crooked ladder. Then he took several strides without hesitation. He gritted his teeth and jumped down.

With his movements, the figures of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu shook. If a stone was thrown into the calm lake, the reflected scenery would be broken and shaken, and slowly turned into smoke and cloud, and the phantom would be scattered.

From the bottom of his foot came the tingling pain, which almost spread to the bone of his leg. Mo Yi staggered several steps before he could stand still.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because of the disappearance of these two illusions, Mo Yi looked up and saw a familiar corner of his clothes around the corner of the room. The slow and slow footsteps seemed to have stepped on the carpet in the corridor, which changed from harsh to dull.

Mo Yi's heart "clutters" a, regardless of his leg on the faint pain, he straightened up, a lunge rushed out.

Sure enough, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were standing in the corridor, shuffling out slowly. Their movements were stiff and looked like puppets. They were led forward by an invisible force.

In the dark corridor, their figures are projected onto the twisted and uneven wall by the light of flashlights. They look rather ferocious and terrifying.

The singing voice seemed to be louder and louder, soft and clear as if whispering in Mo Yi's ear:

" my love，oh，e to me……”

Mo Yi's eyes were in a trance. It seemed that there was some shade that covered his vision and made his step stop for a moment.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"-- leave"

Mo Yi was suddenly cold, and his heart was filled with cold, like thousands of ice needles into his brain, which made him wake up instantly.

He propped up the wall on one side. The cold and hard surface of the wall awakened his mind to some extent -

Mo Yi couldn't help but think of the strange dream he had been dreaming of. There was a voice calling him to stay, which was as hard to break away as a dark swamp, and the voice just whispered We're letting him go.

Who is talking? What is the meaning of discourse?

Where are you going to leave? Where to stay?

Mo Yi is in a state of confusion. He shakes his head. His vision is clear and his mind is not as heavy as before. He looks up to the front. The back of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu is slowly pushing away the debris piled up in the corridor, and keeps moving forward, as if nothing can stop them.

The traces of Xin Kui's fight with spiders just now filled the corridor with broken debris, and the trail left deliberately before was destroyed, blocking their way out. Otherwise, they would have left when Mo Yi was shaking his spirits.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and emptied his mind.

Now is not the time to think about this. Once these two players die, all the previous achievements will be wasted.Mo Yi comes forward with a lunge, reaches out and grabs Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu's collars and yanks them back.

One of the two walking corpses was dragged and staggered. Slowly, he turned his head and looked at Mo Yi. There seemed to be nothing in a pair of empty pupils. They turned back again, and then bent down to pick up the barrier in the corridor.

Zhou Yunchen lifted the broken chair on the ground rigidly, and murmured in his mouth:

"Menglin."

There was a sweet smile on his lips, but his eyes were stiff and unfocused.

The singing in the ear is long and sad. It seems that it can pierce the wall and pierce into the eardrum directly and dance on the human heart.

But this time, Mo Yi did not hear any more auditory hallucinations.

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 could not control these two normal sized adults alone.

Although they seem to have little intelligence now, they will not resist.

Mo Yi kicked the things that had been moved by the two men back to their original position. Then he looked at the hill of debris and made sure that they couldn't clear a way for a while. Then he turned around and walked quickly to the house.

But as soon as he entered the house, he found something wrong.

The players who had stayed in the attic had already climbed down one by one. Their movements were stiff and their eyes were blank, as if they were listening to something in a trance.

Then they moved.

With a sweet smile on his lips, his stiff limbs drive his body, moving slowly towards the door, without focusing his eyes on the door, as if he were looking at someone through the air.

The voice in my ear is rhythmic, graceful and lyrical:

my love, come to me!

Looking at the players coming to him, Mo Yi quickly closed the door with a "slap" sound. With a big action, the dust on the door almost fell down. From the door came a slow and continuous knocking sound, hammering at the broken door.

Mo Yi drags the door to death. The sound of clang coming from the door panel makes his hands ache.

He idly turned to look at Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu on the other side of the corridor. They were still rigidly picking up the debris in the corridor. Although the speed was not fast, it was steady and lasting.

Mo Yi's heart is anxious. If it goes on like this, sooner or later, the two men will be able to clear up a road and follow the sound of seducing them to go downstairs.

But according to the present situation, once he let go, several people behind the door will surely rush out.

At that time, it will be one on five. Although the confused players are not aggressive, it is hard to stop them according to his strength.

Mo Yi's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, her thin lips tightly pursed, and her dark eyes flashed complicated light on her pale face.

At this time, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu's bodies suddenly gave a sudden thump, and then they fell to the ground at the same time, making two heavy muffled noises on the carpet covered wooden floor.

Mo Yi was stunned and looked at the scene in front of him.

A pale face appeared in the shadow of the corridor.

Ivy.

Her hoarse voice sounded in the corridor: "don't worry, you're not dead."

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a shallow smile: "thank you very much."

Ai Wei's facial expression is stiff and cold, a pair of dark eyes staring at Mo Yi, coldly open a way: "you have not been affected."

Mo Yi one Leng: "what?"

The voice in my ear is still singing the same sentence over and over again, which sounds monotonous and strange.

In the song, Ivy slowly twisted her lips and showed an ugly smile:

"it can let people see the most important people in their hearts, love, family, friends, and then enlarge your feelings for these people by dozens or even hundreds of times."

Confuse the eyes and minds of players, let them immersed in love - happy to death.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly.

Although I have roughly guessed the possibility, I still feel depressed when I hear Ivy say it.

Ivy gave a raucous smile:

"you're the first person I've ever met who hasn't been affected."

The twisted smile on her face has disappeared, and her eyes are staring at Mo Yi with black eyes:

"I have never seen anyone cold-blooded enough not to have feelings for anyone."

Mo Yi's lips showed a noncommittal smile. Instead of answering Ivy's sharp words, he changed a topic and asked:

"since it can let people see the most important person in their heart, will it be useful to you?"

In other words, can you see your lover and children?

Ivy's original clear facial features became blurred and terrifying. She said with a few hoarse smiles: "what do you say?"After saying that, she did not seem to want to say a word with Mo Yi any more, but slowly dissipated in the darkness - as she did when she came.

Mo Yi breathed out a long breath, and then sat down against the door. Behind him came the continuous and stiff knocking on the door, which rhythmically shook his back, but it was firmly blocked and could not be opened.

Now Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu are laid down by Ai Wei, and he has no worries at the moment. He just needs to block the several people behind him.

Mo Yi takes a deep look at Ai Wei's disappearing darkness, and her dark eyes are slightly heavy.

Now, her facial features are more and more clear, and her face rarely turns into the melting wax oil state at the beginning. She says more and more, the logic becomes more and more clear, and the emotional changes are more and more obvious -

and her heart is becoming more and more soft.

It was as if she was slowly changing to what she had been.

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