Chapter 78

Mo Yi's back was leaning against the old and twisted door. His cold touch was imprinted on his back through his thin clothes. Behind the door came the rhythmic clanging sound. The vibration came along the door panel, and almost all his internal organs were shaking.

The voice came from downstairs through the thin walls, chanting the repeated melody in a low voice.

It overlaps with the monotonous percussion sound behind the door, which sounds particularly weird.

Mo Yi leaned back and pressed the door panel which did not match the door frame.

Xin Kui's confused players are like puppets without too much aggressiveness, rigid action and small range. Otherwise, he can't guarantee whether he can block the three normal players with his own weight behind the door.

Mo Yi looked up at the end of the corridor. Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu collapsed on the ground. Under the cover of high debris, they looked like two piles of fuzzy shadows.

Yi Wei didn't believe them for a moment.

He lowered his eyes slightly, then stretched out his hand to pull his backpack behind him and pulled the zipper open. Then, he held the flashlight in one hand and reached into the backpack with the other hand -

he took out the leather book he had crammed into the backpack.

The soft touch that belongs to the skin alone comes from under the fingertips. The dry skin lines can be seen in the pale light of the flashlight, with a faint dark halo. Just watching can feel a kind of creepy evil power.

Mo Yi takes a deep breath and ignores the singing sound and the continuous slapping sound behind his head, then opens it.

Ivy's book was passed down by her grandmother's family, but the book was still passed down by her grandmother.

And the sacrificial ceremony she arranged to revive her children was also found in this book.

Mo Yi quickly and carefully read the book, the slight friction sound in the narrow dark corridor is particularly clear.

Different from the Latin and English Manuscripts he found in the graveyard before, this book is completely written in Latin, without any English, and is also mixed with a lot of strange symbols. According to the shape, it is a branch of ancient Semitic.

Mo Yi frowned with some annoyance, and felt a little agitated at the moment.

His knowledge of ancient languages is basically limited to the few basic books he once read. Now it is almost impossible to translate the contents of this book related to professional mysticism.

It's like sitting on a gold mine without digging tools.

Mo Yi pursed his lips in chagrin. His pale face was rarely tinged with a trace of private emotion. He looked childish in the dim light in the corridor.

He secretly set a goal in his mind: after going out from this copy, he must learn this aspect well.

Mo Yi thought in his mind, while he continued to turn back.

As he opened the book, he saw a corner of yellow paper from the human skin book slightly fell out of half.

Mo Yi was stunned and quickly turned over the page of the book. He saw half of the manuscript full of handwriting in the book. It seemed that half of it had been torn off, and the lower half was cut off by uneven tear marks. It seemed to be extremely familiar.

His eyes suddenly lit up, then he hastily opened the side pocket of his backpack and found the manuscript found in the tomb.

There are still traces of soil and blood on it. The dense ink handwriting looks clear and flat, which is exactly the same as the paper sandwiched in the human skin book.

Mo Yi overlaps the two pieces of paper up and down, and with his action, the crooked tear marks on the top coincide perfectly.

He pursed his dry lips a little excitedly, breathing slightly more rapidly.

This piece of paper has more English. Although it is still mixed with a lot of Latin, with Mo Yi's simple foundation, he can also guess a lot with a mask.

He spread the two manuscripts on the ground, holding a flashlight in one hand and the opened human skin book in the other hand. His eyes were like lightning between the two, and he conceived and organized in his mind to try different combinations of sentences and sentences, words and words.

Unknowingly, the singing in my ears did not know when it began to stop.

An eerie and thick silence was enveloped, and it spread like a tide, blocking every pore.

Mo Yi broke away from his mind. He was stunned for a few seconds, then looked down at his wrist watch: this hour has less than 20 minutes to end.

The song suddenly ended There's something wrong.

Mo Yi raised his vigilance and looked around him --

there was only darkness left in front of him. There was no corridor, no room, no singing, no door shaking behind.Nothing there?

Only the strong darkness, suffocating and concentrated in the boundless space, is quiet as if the darkness has never changed since ancient times. The cold feeling climbs up the lower leg. The swimming snake spits out the cold letter, and entangles his limbs with a sticky and smooth body, slowly upward.

Mo Yi's breath changed rhythm for a while, and a little confusion and confusion flashed in his eyes.

He was a little confused about where he was.

Is it in the copy or in your own nightmare.

From his feet came a soft feeling like a swamp, which slowly absorbed him and pulled his body down by his gravity. The heavy darkness squeezed his chest, making every cell of his cell wither in the lack of oxygen, as if falling into a dream hard to wake up.

Serene and calm.

A strange feeling eroded his reason, like the lure of honey, trying to pull him into a deep, deep sleep.

Mo Yi's pupils are out of focus. His eyelids close slowly, and his long eyelashes are getting closer to his lower eyelashes.

Just then, he bit the tip of his tongue.

Along with the sharp pain spread, it was the strong smell of blood in his mouth. The rust rolled heavily between his lips and tongue, and instantly awakened his mind.

The voice in his ear changed from small to big, and gradually became clear from the misty blur, as if someone was talking in his ear.

Mo Yi raised his head at a loss, and his out of focus pupil searched in vain, trying to find the source of the sound.

"-- are you all right?"

The familiar deep male voice is magnetic and elegant, as if it can bring the faint vibration in the air, and the cold voice line seems to hide some deep and turbulent emotions.

Mo Yi blinked. He found himself still sitting in the corridor, but different from what he had just done, he bent up his legs and seemed to be ready to stand up. The door panel behind him opened a gap because of his action.

The greater the vibration and sound of the clapping door, the more he almost fell forward.

He hastily pressed back, his palms against the ground, rubbed against the dirty and rough carpet, and felt pain. For a moment, his body burst out great strength and pressed the door back again.

Mo Yi took a low breath, and a layer of cold sweat came from behind his back, which made him cold.

The dark corridor, the shaking door behind, and the faint singing in my ears came back again.

Just now he almost relaxed his vigilance and was bewildered by the song.

…… In this copy, you can't take it lightly for a while.

Mo Yi pressed the sharp and painful tip of his tongue against his palate. There was still a strong smell of rust in his mouth. The bloody smell spread to the esophagus and nasal cavity with the pain, which made him more awake.

The man's voice sounded in his ear again: -- are you ok

It's the sound of fog.

Mo Yi blinked, stopped for a moment, and then replied: -- Not bad. "

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found how hoarse his voice was, and the burning pain in his throat almost startled him.

Mo Yi thought for a moment, then hesitated and asked, "can you speak at this time?"

The other party laughed and then replied, "only after the rules of this copy no longer exclude me."

"It doesn't repel you now?" Mo Yi cleared his throat and tried to make his voice normal.

“…… Not yet, so what I can say is limited. "

The voice of the fog was heavy.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, but was he surprised? The game was like a control maniac. If he could break through the restrictions in the copy so easily, he would begin to doubt whether there was fraud.

He opened his mouth again and spoke a little more quickly:

"the hour is almost over, but because of you, it still has nothing to gain, so the monster is ready to take the last shot. I was afraid that you would be hit, so I opened my mouth."

After saying that, misty smile gently:

"I didn't expect that you didn't need my help at all."

Mo Yi slightly twisted his eyebrows. Before he could say anything, Mo Yi listened to the mist and continued: "the monster of this hour is at the end of its tether, and it is not enough to be afraid - you should be careful, it is the next one."

There was a tinge of solemnity in his cold voice:

"buried in the earth on Sunday, this is Solomon's last day."

Mo Yi's eyebrows are slightly Zheng. He looks down at his wristwatch: there are five minutes left in this hour.

The singing in that background has begun to weaken and become spirited, and now it is difficult to recognize the clear lyrics even if you listen carefully.

As the seconds and minutes on the watch moved forward one by one, the sound became lower and weaker.Finally, it gently sings the last sad melody, and the ending sound slowly disappears into the air:

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

Then there was silence again.

Behind the door no longer came repeated and monotonous knocking on the door, behind several players seem to disappear in the sound of the moment began to rational return.

From the door came low groans and vague conversations.

Mo Yi's stiff and cold fingers moved slightly. Then he reached out to pick up the paper and the human skin book on the ground and put them back into his newspaper.

In the dark eyes under the long eyelashes, there is not a bit of relief, but a deep dignified.

Now there's one last hour left.

【buried on sunday.

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