Chapter 83

The nose is full of rust and earthy smell, which is almost hard to breathe.

In front of him was a large area of deep blood color. The rich blood gas almost condensed into a solid body. Layers of soil piled up into the inner wall of the tomb chamber, slowly oozing thick dark red blood, and then quickly absorbed by the lower soil.

The dark tomb is full of huge marks. The complicated and strange lines are deeply embedded in the scarlet soil. The lines of different thicknesses extend and crisscross. The dark blood is suffused with strange colors, and the lines converge at the depression.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and quickly swept every inch of land in the tomb chamber, without leaving out any details.

The pattern in front of me and the pattern in the human skin book slowly overlap, and each twists and turns become so familiar.

Ivy knew for a long time that her hatred and persistence would gradually be eroded and softened over time, eventually forcing her to become the monster of the other six hours.

This sacrifice is like a huge and precise instrument, once it starts to work, it is extremely difficult to stop.

So she never let things go beyond her control.

All players will lose consciousness before they lose their consciousness.

This time, however, she let them go --

which means she left the choice to the players.

Ivy's hoarse voice, burning like fire, seemed to ring in her ears again Because I'm so stupid that I still have hope. "

She chose to be hopeful, chose to believe that players can prevent them from losing their sense and bottom line, and that they can really break the vicious circle of death. That's why she told Mo Yi the position of her leather book.

Because it is the source of everything and the end of everything.

Through the deep tomb, Mo Yi can hear the clang of iron objects, Ivy's crazy roar, and Yuran's unbearable pain groan.

The dizziness of losing too much blood surged up. Mo Yi clenched his teeth and tried to focus his attention on the pattern in front of him instead of listening to the howling outside.

The page tucked in the humanoid book has been deeply engraved in his mind, including every sentence, every word and every picture on it.

His eyes fell on a corner of the tomb, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Here it is.

He used his injured hand to hold the soft and moist ground in the tomb chamber, and then with his other hand, he touched the middle of the pattern.

It happened to be located between the simple deformed sheep skull and the inverted Pentagram star. The color of the soil was dark scarlet, which had already precipitated into a strong black color. It was deeply buried in the moist soil, and it was very difficult to notice it without careful observation.

Mo Yi forced his palm into the soil, and the thick dark red blood was squeezed and seeped out with his movement. Most of his palms had been completely trapped in the wall of the tomb. The wet soil sucked his fingers like a swamp, as if there was something strange in the adsorption and pulling him.

The fleshy palms sank deeper into the ground with his movements, and the earth greedily sucked the blood from his wound.

Warm blood is rapidly lost in the body, the temperature drops rapidly, and the whole body becomes cold.

Mo Yi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. His pale and bleeding lips pressed tightly. A pair of black eyes which were out of focus were staring at a spot on the tomb chamber. His pale face was stained with dark red soil, and he looked in a mess.

The feeling of dizziness came, and the field of vision was occupied by a dim darkness.

Mo Yi shook his head slowly. His hard teeth bit his lips hard. He held on to keep his only sense. His fingers groped in the moist and soft soil.

Cold, heavy, dizzy.

The sluggish feeling brought by excessive blood loss drags his remaining mind to the abyss, just like falling into a deep glacier. The numb cold feeling envelops all his senses, leaving him with only mechanical movement.

Just then, the stiff fingertips seemed to touch something hard in the soil.

Mo Yiqiang's half out of focus eyes burst out a spark of hope, which lit up his eyes. With all his strength, he moved his cold numb fingers, grasped the object buried in the soil, and then pulled it out!

Under the mud covered with blood, a small book appeared.

Mo Yi opened his eyes and tried to identify the cover of the book in his hand with his blurred vision. It was a collection of old nursery rhymes.

In the course of studying the book, he combined the Latin language of the book and the messy English footnotes on the paper to piece together the complete and crucial information.

Sacrifice needs a medium, and it must be the deepest fetter between Erica, John and ivy.

According to what the two children said to Ivy, she would sing them nursery rhymes every day before they went to bed so that they could go to sleep - that's why Ivy chose it as a medium of sacrifice.Mo Yi took a deep breath, tried to maintain his sanity, and then stretched his hand to his trouser pocket.

The stiff, almost tactless fingers fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the lighter that had been with him since the first copy.

The sound of wind, whistling, shrieking and strange ballads were blended into the same sound, mixed with his hard breathing and disordered heart beat, which gradually faded away from his ears and finally disappeared into a vast white noise.

Mo Yi's fingertips trembled. "Click" dry friction sound sounded in the narrow space. He tried several times and finally caught fire.

A little orange red flame in his palm, but still cold with no temperature.

The fire tongue licked the yellow and wet pages of the book, slowly eroded upward, and then as if touched a certain point, suddenly suddenly suddenly flapped the bright flame and devoured the whole book fiercely.

Mo Yi's fingertips are powerless to release. The burning book falls from his hands and falls into the bright red soil. The burning smell rises with a strong bloody smell.

A familiar metal sound sounded in my ear:

"congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the branch task -"

the rest of the metal sound is slowly becoming blurred and far away like the terrible scream outside.

There was a lot of noise outside, but Mo Yi couldn't wake up from the cold and dark semi coma.

He struggled for a few times, but still could not resist the heavy feeling of fierce attack, pulling him to fall into the deep sea of ice.

The soil around him began to wriggle violently, and a large amount of thick and cold blood poured out from the deep of the sunken lines, and poured into Mo Yi's side like a wave, slowly filling up the whole tomb chamber.

Mo Yi has no strength to struggle.

The loss of blood took away every trace of temperature and vitality in his body, cold sleep and death hand in hand, slowly occupied his body.

A large amount of blood flowed around him, submerged Mo Yi's body and limbs, and slowly blocked his mouth and nose. Maybe it was because of hypothermia, the cold blood around him seemed to have some temperature.

The comfortable suffocation drowned him like a wave.

At this time, a warm and dry hand gently lifted up his neck and made his mouth and nose leave the rising blood in the tomb.

Mo Yi opened his mouth vaguely, struggling to open his eyelids, but failed.

The warm and soft skin was close to his cold and pale lips, and the warm liquid slid down his mouth into his throat. The familiar smell of blood spread in his mouth, leaving hot marks on his lips, which almost made him shiver.

Mo Yi choked by the warm blood pouring into his mouth and coughed violently.

The palms of his hands pressed against his thin back and patted them gently to help him breathe.

The strange blood, with warmth and vitality, slid down Mo Yi's esophagus, and then quickly flowed to all his limbs. In an instant, he caught a trace of temperature in his cold hands.

Mo Yi felt his strength return to his body.

He moved his eyelids, and then opened his eyes - he found himself sitting in the tomb chamber, his back against the wall of the tomb, and the interior of the tomb was filled with dark red blood, and shallow waves of blood rose with his movements.

Zhou Yunchen and several other players ran to him panting and pulled him out of the blood pool.

Their faces were filled with the happiness and joy of the survivors. Zhou Yunchen stammered something as he gasped, while Mo Yi, who was still a little confused, took a long time to react.

He opened his throat, but a few of his hands began to itch.

Mo Yi's thin body coughed and arched, and his pale, bloodless face was also stained with a little morbid red.

There was a bright stain of blood on his lips.

Zhou Yunchen, who was standing on one side, was startled. He quickly stepped forward to hold him and asked, "what's the matter Are you all right? "

Mo Yi blinked, and his dark eyes became calm and deep again. He shook his head, and then without changing his face, he reached out to wipe the blood stains on his lips:

"it's OK.

This blood is not his.

A familiar and upright face flashed in my mind. The cold and sharp lines showed a strong sense of aggression. The light pupil seemed to be filled with deep and shallow fog.

Mo Yi slightly lowered his eyes, pursed his pale and bleeding lips, swallowed the remaining bloody smell in his mouth into his throat, and asked:

"what about Yuran?"

All his actions just now could not have been accomplished without Yuran. Similarly, she was facing the greatest danger - the child was Ivy's weakness and counter scale, and it was almost tantamount to playing with them.

Zhou Yunchen opened his body and let Mo Yi look behind him.Not far away, he was lying on the ground with a pale face, half of which disappeared next door, and his lower body was soaked with blood.

Zhou added: "her lower arm was badly injured.

However, as long as she does not die, the wound she suffered in the copy will not be brought to the real world, so she only needs to hold on for a few more minutes to survive the copy, and the rest of the time will be fine. "

Seeing that Ran's life is not in danger, Mo Yi puts down his mind. He can't lift his spare strength to answer Zhou Yunchen's words, but nods slightly.

Then, he looked slightly stunned, as if attracted by something not far away.

Ivy is covered in blood and sits on the ground.

In her arms was a split corpse, the head and arm of the player, the belly of the spider, and the sole of the cat, soaked in blood, and dropped by her side.

The sacrifice disappeared, and the lost limbs were restored from the intact child to its former fragmented appearance.

The image of the two children has completely disappeared.

Ivy lowered her head and could not see her face clearly. She could only see her bloody palm gently patting the broken body in her arms.

There's a little singing in my ear.

She was singing a lullaby to her child for the last time.

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