Chapter 140

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly suffocated, and then he looked away without a trace.

The undulating black tendons in the room were nearly half a person taller than the ground, gathering and raising towards the middle of the room like the rhizomes of giant trees. The walls and ceiling of the room were covered with black matter formed by thick plates, slowly undulating and squirming.

The whole room could not see what it was before. The faint light in the corridor shone into the room from behind, and the dim light applied to the black meridians that were wriggling like living things, making people feel a illusion of entering a different dimension in a trance.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, raised his eyebrows gently, as if asking:

What to do next?

Wen Chen held Mo Yi's fingers loosely and tightened his fingers slightly. His cold fingertips gently rubbed the back of his hand twice as an answer, and then he slowly lowered his eyes.

Long eyelashes fell on the pale face, imprinting deep shadows, a thin layer of mist slowly spread, and then floated into the room like life, and everything in sight seemed to become hazy.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his palm, and saw the gentle and ethereal mist surrounding his fingertips and fingertips, slowly tangling between his fingertips, and then surrounding his entire hand.

Itchy.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes in disguise and put his tightened fingers back to his side.

The eyes were almost filled with a thick milky white mist, and the strange smell was also diluted by the wet pine forest. The dark and dirty black viscous substance was covered and could not be seen at all, as if everything in front of me had been washed.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Chen standing beside him. Even though the two were so close, they could not see each other's face.

The only thing he could feel was the cold palm that was still holding him.

Wen Chen's low voice came from his ears, which didn't sound real through the fog:

"Jiang Yuanrou is still alive."

Mo Yi frowned slowly and listened quietly, and only heard Wen Chen continue to say, "...incredible."

Incredible...?

The entire field of vision was painted into a milky white mist, as if it was rolling, like the snow-white ocean rolling with waves made of mist, and the sound of mucus and wet squirming sounds sounded in my ears, as if it was being pulled away by force-

Immediately afterwards, with a loud gush, Mo Yi felt something hit his feet.

He subconsciously looked at his feet.

And at this moment, as if the clouds were closed and the rain had cleared, the fog around him slowly faded and thinned, and his vision became clear again.

Jiang Yuanrou was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, her long hair blocking her pale face, looking embarrassed and haggard.

Before Mo Yi could do anything, the meridians made of black mucus came alive as if they were angry. The whole room seemed to be trembling. Countless sticky tentacles were stretched out on the ground and on the walls, and fiercely attacked Jiang Yuanrou who was lying on the ground. The mist around her gathered again, blocking her face like a hard shield.

But before they touched the shield made of fog, they stopped tremblingly in the air as if they were stopped by some invisible force.

Mo Yi was stunned and turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was standing beside him.

Wen Chen also stared at the trembling black mucus in the air, frowned and said, "It's not me."

Mo Yi looked down at Jiang Yuanrou who was lying under his feet thoughtfully, and asked:

"What do you mean just now - incredible -?"

Wen Chen turned his head and looked at Mo Yi and said, "Jiang Yuanrou has never been swallowed up."

Mo Yi looked up at Wen Chen in confusion, and heard him continue:

"When I found her, her whole body was wrapped in these things, but they were all stuck a few inches outside her skin, as if they were blocked by something, so I could pull her out more easily."

Mo Yi continued to ask, "So...if she really gets stuck, you can't pull her out, right?"

Wen Chen replied indecisively: "All the swallowed will become its nutrients and slowly merge with it. Without the help of other things, it will not be able to pull out the swallowed person."

Mo Yi subconsciously reached out and touched the light gray slightly cool line on his wrist. He lowered his head and stared at Jiang Yuanrou's unconscious pale face, and said slowly:

"What about Jiang Yuanbai?"

Wen Chen shook his head: "From entering the door, I have not felt Jiang Yuanbai's existence."

At this moment, Jiang Yuanrou's slender body moved slightly, and her hair, which covered her face in disarray, slid to the side with her movements, revealing her pale face.

The thin eyelids trembled, and the eyeballs rolled twice, as if they were slowly waking up.

Mo Yi hurriedly squatted down and reached out to help Jiang Yuanrou who was lying on the ground.

Her eyelashes trembled gently, and then she opened her eyes slowly and hard, her out-of-focused pupils stared at Mo Yi's face, and it took a while to wake up.

When Jiang Yuanrou woke up, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand, holding Mo Yi's arm tightly, and her finger joints turned white due to the force.

She opened her mouth, and a hoarse voice spit out from her throat, forming a few words that were broken and non-verb:

“…Yuan Bai…Save…”

Mo Yi paused, reached out and held Jiang Yuanrou's fingers that were tightly clenching his arm, and whispered tentatively:

"Jiang Yuanbai is gone."

Jiang Yuanrou's pupils suddenly tightened, and she struggled to sit up straight, with an abnormal flush on her pale face:

"impossible!"

Yixun Mo quickly looked up at the black tentacles that were stuck in the air and dripped downwards with mucus, then lowered his head again and looked at Jiang Yuanrou and asked:

"Did you answer the phone call one hour ago?"

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have not come back to her senses from what Mo Yi said just now. She shook her head and said in a daze:

"No...I...I don't remember taking your call."

Before Mo Yi could speak, Jiang Yuanrou suddenly raised her head and stared at Mo Yi tightly, and said firmly:

"Yuan Bai is not dead, he cannot die."

She struggled to hold Mo Yi's wrist, her trembling and cold fingers fell deeply into his flesh, and her voice was tight:

"I heard his voice, I heard him call my sister-he told me not to sleep, someone came to save me..."

Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and asked in a low voice: "Do those who are devoured by these things have any consciousness?"

Wen Chen frowned: "It shouldn't be there, but..."

He looked up and stared at the air and struggled and twisted, but he could not break through the invisible barrier. Tentacles made of countless black mucus that advanced inch forward slowly straightened the corners of his lips:

“Not without exception.”

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have recovered a little of her strength. She slowly stood up, her light brown eyes staring at the black meridians in the middle of the room, which were as tangled as a tree root, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly:

"Yuan Bai!"

Her eyes, which were so wide that she opened her hard, slowly turned red, and a thin layer of mist gathered—

Wen Chen was stunned and slowly closed his eyes.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as sharp and bright as a sharp sword, and he stared at Jiang Yuanrou tightly:

"continue."

Jiang Yuanrou glanced at Wen Chen, as if she understood something. She slowly stepped forward and said:

"Yuan Bai, I...I know I'm not a good sister."

Her voice was a little choked, and large tears gathered in her eyes, and then quickly rolled down her cheeks:

"...I just want to protect you from those who will hurt you. At the beginning, it is...the people who have been eyeing you since your parents died. I work hard, afraid that they will take away everything from us, and even more afraid that I can't take care of you as my parents have entrusted. I want you to be qualified to make choices, rather than being bound by responsibility like me and unable to move...

And later, because of my cowardice, binding this game means that sooner or later I will die in the game because of a mistake that I don’t know what it is. Since I have to lose it, it’s better not to get it from the beginning—”

As Jiang Yuanrou intermittently and incoherently spoke, and even sobbing sounds sounded in the narrow and dark room. The black substances wrapped around twisted violently, and the sticky sound of water rubbed into the room, making a hoarse and sharp sound, which seemed particularly harsh in his ears.

Jiang Yuanrou took another step forward, stared at the ball of black matter that was gathered in the middle of the room through her hazy tearful eyes, and said softly:

"Yuan Bai... don't sleep, someone will come to save you..."

A crack was cracked on the huge hard protrusion in the center of the house, and a sticky black substance flowed out along the hole.

Wen Chen stepped forward, put his hand into the gap, and then pulled it out with force—

The whole villa seemed to be trembling violently, and every inch of the mucus in the room seemed to be screaming, boiling like a boil, making a hissing sound that rubbed against the air, and the sharp sound waves could almost sting people's eardrums.

The sound became louder and louder, and it became almost unbearable!

Mo Yi clenched his teeth, unable to help but reach out and pressed his ears, his vision was almost blurred.

In a blurred and shaking field of vision, Mo Yi saw Wen Chen's muscles tense, and then suddenly took a step back, and his other pale hand was tightly snatched.

Then there are arms - shoulders - head - upper body -

Wen Chen took two steps back, and Jiang Yuanrou rushed forward and hugged Jiang Yuanbai who fell down along the gravity.

As Jiang Yuanbai was separated from the black mucus protruding from the middle of the room, the viscous gelatinous substances became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly spread out from the center of the room as the origin. The black meridians and tentacles slowly turned into a dull dark brown color, and then shrank down like a deflated breath, and pressed softly on the ground.

The vibration of the house stopped.

The screams and tremors stopped.

Mo Yi put down his palm covering his ears, but he could still hear the sharp white noise in his ears.

He blinked slowly, feeling dizzy and felt something warm slowly flowing down from his nose.

Mo Yi gently wiped the back of his hand, and a bright blood mark instantly left on his pale skin.
To be continued...