Chapter 107

Mo Yi paused, and his dark eyes looked at Jiang Yuanrou intently. His pale face looked even more bloodless under the faint light of the flashlight. His dark pupils stared at Jiang Yuanrou's face incorrectly, as if he was about to see through her.

Jiang Yuanrou's pale and bloody face was dull and her lips were tightly pursed, looking very serious.

The strong smell of blood and rancidness filled the cramped room, fermenting into a disturbing smell in the blurry darkness.

In reality, Jiang Yuanrou did not actually talk to Mo Yiduo about his experience in the previous copy.

First, there is no precedent for the same person to enter the same dungeon twice, and second, players have limited power to talk about dungeons in real life - you can talk to players who enter the dungeon with you, but if you want to talk to other players in detail about the details in the dungeon, you will be banned or even punished.

Mo Yi guessed that it was probably because the dungeon that had not been passed in this game would be reused. In order to prevent clue exchange, the game mechanism would be so strict in the circulation of information in the dungeon.

So he did not ask about the plot Jiang Yuanrou experienced in the last copy.

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a deep pattern was carved between his eyebrows. He turned his head and looked at the corpse that was nailed to the wall with nails, carefully observing its miserable and bloody appearance, and then asked in confusion:

"Then why are there any other players' bodies here?"

He originally thought that he had entered the unparalleled copy that Jiang Yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai experienced last time, so that he could explain all the abnormal phenomena he encountered since entering the copy.

After all, according to what Jiang Yuanrou said, Jiang Yuanbai was trapped in the dungeon, and she had props that could teleport both parties together - although it would be different if it had any effect.

But now she actually denied this possibility in person!

Mo Yi's brows frowned tightly, and a hint of heaviness appeared on his face.

Jiang Yuanrou shook her head slowly and looked at the corpse along the light column of Mo Yi's flashlight. Her light brown eyes were also full of doubts. She replied in a low voice:

"……I don't know either."

The atmosphere between the two instantly sank, and the rich darkness with bloody smell surrounded them, as if it were solid, quietly gathering, pulling their hearts and falling straight into the bottomless abyss.

Jiang Yuanrou covered her still bleeding abdomen, slowly moved a few steps toward the wall, then leaned most of her weight against the wall behind her, and let out a breath.

She withdrew her gaze that fell on the miserable corpse, and her eyes turned slightly to look at Mo Yi:

"When I first came in, I thought it was a brand new normal copy."

Jiang Yuanrou's tone a little aggravated the word "normal".

"But as I stayed in this copy, the more I realized something was wrong..."

Her eyelashes drooped, her slender fingers slowly tightened, and her joints were slightly white due to the force:

"More and more phenomena show that this dungeon is unusual... I also want to believe that this is because of the function of props, so we are sent to my unfinished dungeon, but..."

Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath, trembling in her breath. She calmed her mindset and continued:

"But it would be useless to deceive myself, because my last copy was indeed not a mental hospital."

Mo Yi was still looking at the body in front of him. After hearing Jiang Yuanrou's words, he turned his head to look at her:

"What was the copy you experienced last time?"

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes slightly sank, and she simply talked about the copy of her last experience, trying not to involve too many details.

Mo Yi listened silently, and the flashlight in his hand flashed faintly in the darkness, shining on the internal organs exposed by the corpse nailed to the wall, presenting a greasy and weird texture.

The copy of Jiang Yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai's last experience was a semi-open old house.

Since they did not pass the side quest to level the dungeon, they did not have much understanding of the hidden plot of the dungeon and could not explain any useful information.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and there was still a deep mark between his eyebrows-

Judging from the clues obtained now, this copy does not seem to have anything to do with the copy that Jiang Yuanrou and the others experienced.

He subconsciously rubbed the cold and hard edges on the metal shell of the flashlight with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

Only the suppressed breathing of the two of them could be heard in the narrow room, which sounded heavily in the dark and silent room. The smell of blood spread in the semi-enclosed space, pressing against the hearts of the two of them like huge stones.

At this moment, Mo Yi's breathing stuttered slightly.

He heard the faint sound of footsteps and crying from outside the door-as if he was walking in their direction!

Yixun Mo quickly glanced at Jiang Yuanrou, and their eyes intertwined between lightning and fire, and they quickly exchanged glances.

His fingertips sank slightly, and a "click" sound of metal opening and closing sound was heard. The light column of the flashlight disappeared instantly, and the whole room quickly sank into a dull darkness.

The darkness made the other senses of the two particularly sharp.

Mo Yi's whole mind was pulled by the faint whimper and footsteps in the corridor outside a thin door panel.

He held his breath in the darkness, and his slender and cold fingers subconsciously clenched, curling up in his sweaty palm.

The sound echoed in the narrow corridor of the empty corridor, approaching little by little, and the whimper sounded as if it had been magnified countless times in my ears, accompanied by the rapid heartbeat in my chest, echoing emptyly—

Fortunately, this was not the first time Mo Yi has experienced this situation since entering this dungeon, so he quickly adapted to it, stood quietly in the darkness, and waited silently.

The footsteps slowly approached, especially in the darkness, accompanied by the subtle sound of fabric rubbing on the ground, slowly approached, and then came to the door-

A layer of cold sweat broke out in Mo Yi's palm, and his bright eyes were staring at the door panel hidden in the darkness.

At this moment, he heard the subtle squeaking sound from the door panel...

It's like the sound of long nails scraping through the door panel-

Mo Yi's heart instantly rose to his throat. He wanted to do something, but he was too far from the door panel and he had no chance to act now!

Jiang Yuanrou, who was standing at the door, reacted instantly. She leaned against the wall and moved to the side, then lowered her body at the same time, making her figure hidden in the visual blind spot of the iron railing on the door panel.

Mo Yi had no time to react, and his body subconsciously flashed to the corner of the wall away from the door panel, and his whole body instantly hid in the dark shadow in the room.

The scratching sound of nails squeaked on the door panel, making the scalp numb.

The slight whimper was infinitely enlarged and then expanded like a gossip. Through the iron railing on the door panel, it reached Mo Yi's eardrum without any obstacles, as if it was just ringing in his ears.

Mo Yi got goosebumps all over.

He covered his mouth and nose with his cold and stiff palms to prevent his breathing from exposing his position.

The sound of footsteps paused slightly at the door, and the sound of fingernails scraping the door panel also disappeared, as if they were waiting for something.

Mo Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and a dry and dehydrated pain came from his throat, which burned from his stomach into his esophagus like a burning fire.

The footsteps outside the door sounded again, and slowly walked towards the distance with low whimpers and the delicate friction on the ground.

Mo Yi's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly. He let out a long breath, but his stiff body still pressed against the cold wall behind him without moving, listening quietly in the dark...

The footsteps seemed to have turned a corner, and the sound instantly became smaller. Soon, only a few rays of echoes were heard in my ears.

Mo Yi's muscles relaxed slightly, and his almost disappeared five senses slowly returned to the trap. Only then did he realize that the corpse nailed to the wall was just beside him, and his palm happened to press on his body and was pieced into pieces of flesh.

The cold and sticky touch slowly climbed up along the contact skin, and a strong smell of blood lingered at the nose, causing Mo Yi's stomach to churn.

He subconsciously moved to the side, and opened a little distance, and seemed to have encountered something soft under his feet.

Mo Yi looked up at Jiang Yuanrou, and saw that she was still squatting at the door in the same position as before, her back tightly against the door panel, and the sound in the background had gone away, as if it could not pose any threat for the time being.

He took out his flashlight, carefully pressed the weakest light, and shone it at his feet.

That was a backpack.

It was stained with blood and sludge on the ground in a mess, looking dirty and broken, with almost no original color.

Mo Yi squatted down, put the flashlight aside, then grabbed one side of the backpack with one hand, grabbed the zipper on the backpack with the other hand, and slowly pulled it away.

The thing in the backpack was exposed to his eyes.

Mo Yi reached out and flipped through the backpack, carefully flipping the things inside the backpack without making any unnecessary noises.

There are also not many useful things in it, they are all items that must be brought to the dungeon, and Mo Yi is not short of them now.

He plucked the things inside in a dim nature, and then pulled open the outside side pocket-

To Mo Yi's surprise, he flipped over a small wallet in his outer pocket. He was slightly stunned and subconsciously flipped the small wallet open.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw an ID card stuffed in his wallet revealing half a corner.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the ID card. He saw a photo of a girl with short hair printed on it, and smiled slightly at the camera.

Mo Yi was stunned, picked up the flashlight thrown aside and shone it at the corpse nailed to the wall.

Its upper body is no longer covered by muscles and skin, only exposed internal organs, and the lower body is also neutral sweatpants. The twisted and incomplete face can hardly tell the facial features, but the hairstyle can still match it.

Mo Yi's eyes sank, and his fingers holding the ID card tightened.

He suddenly discovered a clue that he hadn't noticed before.

On the third floor of the negative, all the dead players were male, and the ghost dragging a long sword should be male based on his quick glance.

This floor...When he was in the corridor before, he saw the shadow of this ghost - she had long hair.
Chapter completed!