Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter Seventy-seven

Mo Yi's heart jumped violently, and a terrifying meaning climbed up along the meridian bones. The sweltering coldness penetrated into the texture like a sharp blade, cut the flesh and dripped blood.

He straightened up, his hard soles rubbing against the ground, and a few pieces of wood debris flew down as he moved.

A creepy scene appeared, and saw the pieces of wood straight through Zhou Yunchen's raised face, as if through air or water, making a piece of noise on the ground.

Everyone was trembling for a while.

Zhou Yunchen's face was still calm, with a slight smile, looking up at Mo Yi, and asking the same sentence in the same tone:

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Wang Zhu, who stood beside him, also looked up, with a smile carved from almost the same mold as Zhou Yunchen on his face, making everyone watching them creepy.

Mo Yi's face was a little white, and the chanting in his ear seemed to be clearer, singing over and over again:

"Mylove, oh, cometome—"

[My love, oh come to me]

The sound was long and soothing, as if with a captivating magic.

And in the silence of the whole body, and the singing voice as thin as a gossamer, a murmur passed into the eardrum from not far away.

It was the sound of friction on the ground. It seemed that someone was walking slowly outward. In this rustling sound, Mo Yi's ears caught a familiar sound.

It murmured as if a nightmare: "... Menglin."

This is ... Zhou Yunchen's voice?

Mo Yi froze, an almost ridiculous conjecture swiftly flashed through his mind like lightning, shining a white light in front of his eyes.

His breath was slightly stagnant, but the friction sound of his footsteps became more distant in his suffocating time. The soft sound captured in the ear just now no longer murmured, as if there was only one sentence in the silence like a curse. Like singing.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and moved. He climbed the crooked wooden ladder with the palm of his hand, stepped on the crooked ladder with a cat's waist, and then took a few big steps without hesitation. A hop.

With his movements, the figures of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu shook. If a stone was thrown into the calm lake, the reflections on it would shatter and shatter, gradually turning into a cloud of smoke, and the illusion would be scattered. .

The soreness from the tremor came from the soles of his feet, which almost spread to the bones of his calf. Mo Yi took several steps to stand.

Before they could be relieved because of the disappearance of these two phantoms, Mo Yi looked up and saw a familiar dress corner around the corner of the room. The slow footsteps seemed to step on the carpet in the corridor. The harshness became dull.

Mo Yi's heart murmured, he couldn't care about the faint pain in his calf, he straightened up and rushed out in a short stride.

Sure enough, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were standing in the corridor, dragging their feet, and slowly walking outward. Their movements were stiff, and they looked like a match puppet, dragged forward by an invisible force. go with.

In the dark corridor, the figures of the two were projected by the flashlight on the distorted wall, and the dark shadows looked quite horrible.

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

"... Mylove, oh, cometome ..."

Mo Yi's eyes were stunned for a while, as if some shade had covered his vision, and his pace stopped.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear:

"--leave"

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

He braced the wall aside, and the rough wall was cold and hard to awaken his mind--

Mo Yi couldn't help but think of the strange dream he had been dreaming about, and a voice kept telling him to stay. It was as difficult as a dark quagmire to break free, and the whisper just now ... was letting him leave.

Who is talking? What does it mean in discourse?

Where are you leaving? Where to stay?

Mo Yi was so upset that he shook his head, the vision in front of him was a little clear, and his head was not as heavy as before. He looked up and looked forward. The backs of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were slowly pushing away through the corridor. The pile of debris continued to move forward as if nothing could stop their pace.

Thanks to the trace of fighting with the spider just now, the entire corridor was filled with broken debris, and the trail that had been intentionally left was also destroyed, blocking the way for the two to go out. Otherwise, just when Mo Yi was shaking God, They have already left.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

Now is not the time to think about this, once these two players die, then everything before him is completely lost.

Mo Yi stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu's collar, and dragged them backward.

One of the two walking dead people was dragged, and slowly turned to look at Mo Yi, a pair of empty pupils seemed to have nothing, they turned their heads again, and then bent down and dragged in the corridor Roadblock.

Zhou Yunchen stiffly lifted the broken chair on the ground, and muttered lowly in his mouth:

"Morim."

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

The singing in the ear is long and sad, as if it can penetrate the wall straight into the eardrum, dancing on the human heart.

But Mo Yi didn't hear any more this time.

He looked down at his two pale, thin arms that could touch the bones, and rationally judged the current situation.

He was afraid that there was no way to control these two normal-sized adults alone.

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

Mo Yi returned the things moved by the two people back to their original positions, then looked at the hill where the debris was piled up, determined that they could not clear a way for a while and then turned and walked quickly inside go with.

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

The players who were still in the attic have now crawled down one by one at the moment, their actions are stiff, their eyes are blind, as if listening to something astounding.

Then they moved.

With a sweet smile on his lips, his stiff limbs moved the body, slowly moving towards the door, staring at the door with unfocused eyes, as if looking at someone through the air.

The singing in my ears was frustrated and sings elegantly and lyrically:

I love, oh come to me!

Watching those players approaching him, Mo Yi quickly closed the door with a "snap", and the large range of motion almost shook the dust off the door. A slow and continuous tap sound came from the door, perseveringly hammering That tattered door.

Mo Yi dragged the door deadly, and the sound of a gurgling noise from the door panel made his hands ache.

He turned around and looked at Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu, who were on the other side of the corridor. They still stiffly pulled the debris accumulated in the corridor. Although it was not fast, it was stable and lasting.

Mo Yi's heart was anxious. According to this, the two men could clear a way sooner or later, and followed the voice that seduced them and went downstairs.

But according to the current situation, once he let go, several people behind the door would rush out.

By then, it will be one-on-five. Although the confused players are not aggressive, it is difficult to stop them according to his strength.

Mo Yi's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her thin lips were pursed tightly. A pair of dark eyes flashed a complex light on the pale face.

At this moment, the figures of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu suddenly slammed, and then the two of them softly fell to the ground at the same time, making two heavy mufflers on the carpeted wooden floor.

Mo Yi froze and looked at the scene in amazement a little.

A pale face slowly emerged from the shadows in the corridor.

Ivy.

Her rough voice sounded in the corridor: "Relax, not dead."

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly at her: "Thanks a lot."

Ivy's facial expression was stiff and cold, and her dark eyes stared at Mo Yi, and she said coldly, "You are not affected."

Mo Yi Yiyi: "What?"

The song in my ear still sang the same sentence over and over again, sounding monotonous and weird.

In the singing, Ivy slowly twisted her lips, revealing an ugly smile:

"It allows people to see the most important people in their hearts, lovers, family, friends, and then magnify your feelings for these people by dozens or even hundreds of times."

Confused the player's eyes and mind, and immerse them in love-happily towards death.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly.

Although this possibility has been roughly guessed, when I heard Ai Wei say in her own ear, she was still sinking in her heart.

Ivy grinned sharply:

"You are the first person I have seen that has not been affected."

The twisted smile on her face had disappeared, and a pair of eyes stared at Mo Yi:

"I've never seen anyone who was so cold-blooded that he didn't have any emotions with anyone."

Mo Yi's lips showed an unshakable smile. Instead of answering Ai Wei's sharp words, he changed his topic and asked:

"Since it allows people to see the most important person in their hearts, will it be useful to you?"

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

Ivy's original clear features became blurred and scary, and she smiled with a dumb throat: "What do you say?"

After speaking, she didn't seem to want to say a word with Mo Yiduo, but slowly dissipated in the darkness-just like when she came.

Mo Yi exhaled a long breath, and then leaned against the door to sit down. There was a continuous and stiff clapping sound behind him, shaking his back rhythmically, but he was blocked and unable to open.

Now that Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu have been brought down by Ai Wei, he has no worries at the moment, as long as he blocks the people behind him.

Mo Yi took a deep look at the dark where Ivy disappeared, her dark eyes sinking slightly.

Now, her facial features are becoming clearer, and her face rarely turns into the state of the wax oil that melted in the beginning. She says more and more, her logic becomes clearer, and her mood changes become more and more obvious. ——

My heart is getting softer.

As if she was slowly changing to what she was like before her death.

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