Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 83

The nose is rusted with heavy rust and earthy smell, which makes it almost difficult to breathe.

In front of him was a large, dark patch of blood, and the rich blood gas almost condensed into a solid body. The layers of mud barriers became the inner wall of the tomb, slowly exuding dark red thick blood, and then quickly absorbed by the lower layer of soil.

The dark burial chamber is covered with huge scores, complicated and strange patterns are deeply embedded in the scarlet soil, the lines of different thicknesses extend and intersect, and the dark blood is glowing with strange colors and converges in the depressions of the lines.

Mo Yi raised her eyes and quickly scanned every inch of land in the tomb, without letting go of every detail.

The pattern in front of you slowly overlaps with the pattern in the human leather book, and each zigzag becomes so familiar.

——Ivy has long known that with time, her hatred and persistence will gradually be eroded and softened, eventually forcing her to become no different from the other six-hour monsters.

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

So she never let things go beyond her control.

Therefore, Ivy will kill all players before she loses her consciousness, in order to avoid going to the point of extinction.

But this time, she let them go-

This means that she gave the player the option.

Ivy's husky, burning voice seemed to sound in her ears again: "... because I'm so stupid, and stupid still hopes to this day."

She chose to have hope and chose to believe that the player can stop slowly losing her reason and bottom line, and believe that they can truly break the strange circle of death, so she will tell Mo Yi the location of her leather book.

Because it is the source of everything, and it will be the end of everything.

Through the deep grave, Mo Yi was able to hear the snoring of the intersection of iron, Ivy's roaring roar, and Yu Ran's painful moan-groan.

Dizziness caused by excessive blood loss surged up, and Mo Yi gritted his teeth, trying to focus his attention on the pattern in front of his eyes, instead of listening to the howling roar outside.

The pinned page in the human leather book had been deeply engraved in his mind, including every sentence, every word, every picture on it.

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

--right here.

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

It happened to be between that simple deformed sheep's skull and the pentagram. The color of the soil was dull scarlet, and it had settled into a thick black, buried deep in the wet soil. It was extremely difficult to look at it carefully. Noticed.

Mo Yi pushed his palm into the soil with force, and the sticky, thick, dark red blood squeezed out with his movement. Most of his palms had completely fallen into the wall of the cemetery, the wet soil. He sucked his fingers like a swamp, as if there was some weird force pulling him.

The fleshy palm sinks deeper into the ground as he moves, and the dirt **** blood from his wound greedily.

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

Mo Yi raised his heavier eyelids, her pale **** lips pressed tightly, and a pair of dark out-of-focus eyes stared fiercely at a point on the cemetery. The pale face was stained with dark red soil and looked Wolverine.

A feeling of dizziness struck, and his vision was occupied by a dim dark.

Mo Yi shook his head slowly, his hard dentition bit his lips fiercely, holding on to his remaining sanity, and groping his fingers in the moist and soft soil.

Cold, heavy and dizzy.

The stagnation caused by excessive blood loss dragged his only intellect into the abyss, as if falling into a deep glacial river, and the numbness of coldness wrapped all his senses, leaving him with only mechanical action.

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

Mo Yiqiang's half out-of-focus eyes sparked a little hope of Mars, lighting his eyes. He exhausted his whole body strength, moved his cold and numb fingers, and caught the deep buried in the mud. And then pulled it out!

Under the blood-covered dirt, a small book was revealed.

Mo Yi widened his eyes and tried to identify the cover of the book in his hand with the blurred vision-it was an old and worn nursery rhyme collection.

When he was studying that man's leather book, he combined the Latin text in the book with the messy English footnotes in the paper to conceive the complete and most crucial information.

The sacrifice requires a medium, which must be the deepest bond between Elika, John and Ivy.

According to what the two children just said to Ai Wei, she would sing a nursery rhyme to them before they go to bed so that they would fall asleep-so Ai Wei chose it as a sacrifice medium.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his sanity, and then stretched his hands to his pants pockets.

The stiff finger, almost loss of touch, fumbled hard in his pocket, then pulled out the lighter that had been with him since the first copy.

The sound of wind, whistling, screams, and strange ballads seemed to all combine into the same voice, mixed with his difficult breathing, and a chaotic heartbeat, and gradually drifted away in his ears, eventually disappearing into an empty White Noise.

Mo Yi's fingertips trembled, and the "click" dry friction sounded in a small space. He tried it several times and finally caught fire.

A bit of orange-red flames ignited in his palm, but still cold and could not bring the slightest temperature.

The tongue of the fire licked the yellow and wet pages, slowly eroding upwards, and then as if it touched a certain point, it suddenly burst into a bright flame and devoured the entire book fiercely.

Mo Yi's fingertips were loosened weakly, and the burning book fell from his hand and fell into the bright red soil. The burnt smell was mixed with the strong **** taste.

A familiar metal sound sounded in my ear:

"Congratulations player Mo Yi, you have completed the side mission-"

The rest of the metal sound was slowly blurring away like the terrible screams outside.

Numerous loud noises rang out, but none could wake up from the cold and dark semi-coma.

He struggled a few times, but still couldn't resist the heavy feeling of violent attack, pulling him to fall into the deep sea of ​​ice.

The soil around him started to squirm violently, and a large amount of thick and icy blood poured out from the depths of the sunken lines, which poured into Mo Yi's side like a tide, and filled the entire tomb slowly.

Mo Yi has no strength to struggle.

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

A lot of blood flowed around him, immersed Mo Yi's body and limbs, and slowly blocked his mouth and nose. Perhaps because of the low temperature, the cold blood around him seemed to have a little temperature.

Comfortable choking drowned him like a tide.

At this moment, a warm and dry hand gently lifted his neck, causing his mouth and nose to leave the rising blood in the tomb.

Mo Yi opened his mouth in faint consciousness, struggling to open his eyelids, but failed.

The warm and soft skin was close to his cold pale lips, the warm liquid slid down his mouth into his throat, and the familiar **** smell spread in his mouth, leaving hot marks on his lips, He was almost hot for a moment.

Mo Yi was choked by the warm blood that kept pouring into his mouth, and then coughed violently.

Gently patted his palm against his lean back to help him breathe.

The weird blood wrapped in warmth and vitality, slid down Mo Yi's esophagus, and then quickly flowed to the limbs, causing a flash of temperature to his cold palms.

Mo Yi felt his strength return to his limbs.

He moved his eyelids, then opened his eyes-he found that he was sitting in the tomb, leaning his back against the wall of the tomb, and the inside of the tomb was already filled with flowing dark red blood, as he moved Shallow blood waves appeared.

Zhou Yunchen and several other players ran to him in pant now, and then pulled him out of the blood pool in a sloppy manner.

Their faces were full of the joy and joy of the rest of the life after the disaster. Zhou Yunchen gasped and said something stammered, but Mo Yi, who was still a little fuzzy, had only responded for a long time.

He pushed away several others and held his hands, opened his mouth and was about to say something, but an uncontrollable itch flew from his throat, causing him to start coughing violently.

Mo Yi's thin body coughed up, and his pale, bloodless face was stained with a bit of sick red.

There was a trace of bright blood on his lips.

Zhou Yunchen, who was standing aside, was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support him, and asked, "... are you okay?"

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

"It's okay.

This blood is not his.

A familiar British-looking face flashed in my mind, the cold and sharp lines seemed full of aggression, and the light pupils seemed to be filled with deep and shallow mist.

Mo Yi lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her pale **** lips, swallowed the **** smell from her mouth, and asked:

"How about Yu Ran?"

All the actions he had just done could not be achieved without being infected. Similarly, she is also facing the greatest danger-the child is Ai Wei's weakness and is against the scales, and it is almost life-threatening to deal with them.

Zhou Yunchen turned away and let Mo Yi look behind him.

I saw that not far from the dyed half lying on the ground, his face was pale, half was missing next door, and his lower body was soaked with blood.

Zhou Yunchen added: "Her lower body suffered a serious injury.

But as long as she doesn't die, the wounds in the copy will not be brought to the real world, so she only needs to support it for a few minutes, and the rest of the copy will be fine. "

Seeing that Yu Ran was not life-threatening, Mo Yi reassured him. He couldn't raise the energy to answer Zhou Yunchen's words, but just nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he looked slightly, and seemed to be attracted by something not far away.

I saw Ivy covered in blood and fell to the ground.

She had a corpse in her arms, belonging to the player's head and arms, belonging to the spider's belly, and belonging to the cat's feet, soaked in blood and falling beside her.

The sacrifice disappeared, and the expropriated limbs recovered from their intact children to their previous fragmented appearance.

The images of those two children have completely disappeared.

Ivy lowered her head, could not see her face, she could only see her blood-stained palm gently patting the broken body in her arms.

There was a soft singing in my ear.

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

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