Chapter 81

Thick and thick, like glue like darkness, envelops the barren ground. The debris can't support the sand and dust accumulated in the house. The fluid flows slowly and diffuses with a faint dark red color. It seems that there is life eroding every inch of the ground.

The craggy withered branches, like pale and thin limbs, stretched out into a dark sky in despair. Under the dead branches, dark red sand flowed and slowly accumulated into small sand dunes.

The soft voice of a child is floating in the air, singing indistinct ballads gently. The gossamer enters into the eardrum, and slowly penetrates into the seven orifices and limbs of the listener, leaving a cold and dreary wet mark like a snake.

Mo Yi held his breath. His pale and bloody fingers were stiff and cold. His dark eyes were staring at the place where the song came from.

The hard wall stands in the flowing dark red quicksand, which surrounds the center of the house.

In the middle of the land, which was red and stained with blood, behind the two black stone tablets, the soft soil seemed to move twice, and then slowly arched upward.

Everyone was staring at the land, and their eyes were filled with horror, but they seemed to be caught in some nightmare. Their eyes were tightly attached to the terrible scene in front of them, unable to move at all.

The arch of the blood red soil became more intense, as if something was struggling to climb out from below.

The singing became clearer. The soft murmur of the children's voice seemed to be in the ear, singing unknown tunes in a low voice. Each melody was like a pale hand, tightly holding people's throats and gripping their hearts, bringing drowning suffocation and fear.

Only a slight rustling sound was heard, and then the bright red soil rose like a wave and spread around. The bloody soil turned up a strong rust smell, and then stayed in the surrounding sand.

Finally, the shape of the whole land was determined. The winding dark red sand soil and the bright red soil set off each other. The tall walls separated the whole pattern into twisted and complicated figures, including all the trees and paths on the whole land, forming a strange pattern.

It appeared in the empty tomb, and on the page where the human skin book was tucked in.

Mo Yi's breath is slightly short, because of blood loss and appears some pale lips bow tight, a pair of extremely deep black eyes flash with a strange light.

The land behind the two tombstones is now deeply sunk by the soil just surging, leaving only a thin layer of soil covering its surface.

Two small pale hands came out of the tomb at the same time.

The singing became clearer and clearer, and seemed to be mingled with children's happy laughter.

Two small figures stood up from behind the tombstone. Their movements were stiff like puppets. Their rigid joints supported the ground on the edge of the tomb chamber. Then they twisted their limbs and climbed up from the ground.

What is clear is like a scene in a horror movie, slowing down in people's eyes.

They slowly turned their heads and looked straight at the players who were standing there. There was no expression on their pale faces, just like those painted on them. Their red mouth was slowly opened and closed, and the chant of nursery rhymes overflowed from their mouths:

"what are little boys made of

frogs and snail

and puppy dogs \ \ 'tails,

what Are little girls made of

sugar and spice

and all that \ \'s nice.

[what is a little boy made of?

Frog and snail

and dog's tail

what is a little girl made of?

Sugar and spices, and all the beautiful things.

on the paper full of oil and blood fingerprints nailed to the kitchen counter, it was written this nursery rhyme, which was slowly sung from the mouth of two children who were made up of countless corpses, which was even more weird and twisted.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at them carefully.

They are the two children in the black-and-white picture embedded in the pendant. The original flat and fuzzy facial features suddenly become three-dimensional and vivid. There is no blood on the two young faces. Two pairs of dark blue eyes with no emotion are staring at them straight. Their red lips open and close, and continue to sing the short nursery rhyme.

And the most remarkable thing is that they have two huge blood holes in their slender legs and knees.

Gurgling blood flowed down the blood hole, slowly down the pale skin, wet their snow-white stockings and small black shoes, trickling into the bright red soil.

That is the last part of the human body that is missing from the seven offerings.

In horror, the crowd retreated slowly, hoping to leave the two creepy children as far as possible, but now the twisted house has collapsed, and there is no shelter on the whole land, and there is no place to hide.As one of the insiders of the whole incident, Yu Ran's breathing was slightly disordered, and there was no blood on her beautiful face. She settled her mind, approached Mo Yi's ear, lowered her voice, and asked in a trembling voice:

"this Are these Erica and John? "

Mo Yi Mou color is deep, nod a head, shake head again: "be, also not."

They are not so much Erica and John as the monsters summoned by the demon sacrifice. They are a failed attempt to put together the split human bodies and try to spell out the lost relatives.

He had observed at close quarters that it was the tomb, where the whole sacrifice should have begun and completed. The two children were no longer Erica and John, but just a monster with the same looks and made up of human remains.

Ivy's desperate act of being exploited by the devil wanted to revive her child, but she summoned the empty body carrying the deadly disease to the world.

Yu Ran's fingers twitch nervously, and the tense look spreads from her face to her tense body:

"so They are the monsters of the hour? "

As she asked, she secretly calculated and analyzed the situation in front of her. Since the sacrifice had not been completed, the kneecap bones of the two children were not available. Even if there was no shelter or shelter on the whole land, as long as the two of them did not use the same mental attack as the last hour, according to their healthy adults, they should be completely It's possible not to be caught.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes flashed a faint melancholy, he shook his head: "if it is good."

Standing beside him, Yu Ran is stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Mo Yi to answer like this. For a while, he didn't know how to answer.

at this time, a small piece of darkness slowly formed in front of the two children who were like dolls.

A familiar figure emerged.

The burnt black body is twisted and deformed as if burned by fire. Above the burnt black body is a pale and beautiful face. A pair of dark eyes are fixed on the young faces of the two children. The eyes seem to contain countless deep emotions, no tears of despair, and deep love.

When Yu Ran is shocked, he suddenly remembers what Mo Yi said on the second floor:

[what if you were one of the seven people sacrificed? 】

so, in this hour, they're going to face ivy.

Yu Ran suddenly turns her head and stares at Mo Yi's side face tightly. She breathes unsteadily and asks:

"but don't you say that ivy has preserved her will? So she shouldn't be controlled by the ritual of sacrifice, right? "

In the end, her voice became more and more urgent.

Mo Yi turned her head, looked at her deeply, and replied:

"I thought so before."

Yu Ran clenched his palm and locked his eyes on Mo Yi. He seemed afraid of missing every word he said:

" Now? "

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes left a deep shadow on his pale face. He was pale and did not answer Yu Ran's question directly. Instead, he said in a light voice:

"as time goes on, Ai Wei's image of the cruel ghost who was burned to death with her child in her arms has become shorter and shorter, and her face has been kept more and more frequently The human form -

is becoming softer and softer. "

Yu Ran is more and more frightened. She turns her head and looks at the red earth. At the moment when the two children see ivy, their pale and stiff faces burst into intimate smiles. It seems that all of a sudden, they have changed from lifeless puppets to two real children who are attached to their mothers.

They stopped singing, their red lips were smiling, and their big dark blue eyes were full of innocence and emptiness.

The soft voice of a child rings, "Mom."

Ivy's face seems to be torn by some extreme emotion. Half of them are crying and eager to hold their own flesh and bones in their arms. The other half is telling themselves to be sober. This is not their own child.

"Erica" and "John" take two steps toward ivy. More blood flows down their empty knees, almost dyeing their snow-white socks pure blood red.

They were so shaky that they almost fell down.

Maternal instinct prevails over reason.

Ivy rushed up, her burnt black arm trembled, and she held two hairy heads in her arms. Her face drooped, and she could not see her expression from Yu Ran's point of view.

The little girl's stuffy voice sounded from her arms, which was half aggrieved and half innocent, but it was like a devil's whispering in everyone's ears:

"Mom, we miss you so much."

Ivy's dark body trembled, as if fighting against her own reason.

The little boy's voice followed, softly and softly"Mom, we want to be with you forever."

Ivy's burnt black appendages fluttered down and fell into the dark red soil, revealing her own clothes and skin color. She was wearing a gray washed white dress, which was splashed with brown blood. The bright red and dark brown layers were covered together. It looked startling.

She straightened up stiffly, turned slowly, and gazed at the crowd with dark, cold eyes.

She is no longer a great mother who sacrificed herself to prevent the spread of the disease.

He became the murderer who killed six people in order to revive his two children.

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