The ringtone disappeared and the corridor became dead silent again.

People looked at each other and saw their confused faces in each other's eyes.

What does this ringtone mean? What will happen next? No one knows that they are like blindfolded people, walking towards the edge of the cliff step by step, and no one knows whether the next step will be doomed.

Suddenly! A slight sound of Kala came to my ears!

The entire corridor was twisting at a speed visible to the naked eye, elongating, and the snow-white walls quickly peeled off, revealing the dirty blue-gray walls below. The steel bars penetrated the cement and stretched in a hideous posture.

"Si" the lights became blurry and dim.

The door frame of the classroom is also twisting and deforming, opening its greedy mouth in the dark, and blurred shadows are gathering in the classroom.

"Ah--!" Screams came from the crowd, and a middle-aged man stared straight at the wall beside him, his face pale, and his fingers trembled: "...you, look..."

I saw that the miserable blue walls were covered with large and small blood words, and they had not dried up yet, and there was sticky blood flowing downwards. The lines revealed a cruel malice - "Go to die."

Mo Yi felt a chill behind him.

An indescribable feeling attacked him, making him creepy, but this feeling did not come from the blood words in front of him, but from behind...

He turned his head and took a look.

I saw a thick fog slowly spreading from the end of the corridor, silently approaching silently. The edge of the fog peak was straight and clearly divided, with silent horror approaching them like a living thing. The malice that made people stand up came from this.

"Mist Wuming-?" The previous prompt suddenly hit Mo Yi like lightning.

He shouted, "Run!!"

While talking, he ran away in the opposite direction of the fog.

When the others turned their heads when they heard this, they also saw the fog.

They subconsciously wanted to escape, but their heels seemed to be pressed to the ground, and they could not move their steps. The fog slowly changing at the end of their eyes almost seemed to have magic, firmly grasping their uncontrolled gaze...

But in a flash, the fog was already in front of you.

The man standing at the end of the crowd suddenly fell heavily to the ground, his nails sinking deep into the gap on the floor, and screaming in horror: "Save me!! Something is grabbing my legs!! Help!"

The thick and turbid fog continued to squirm forward slowly, moving forward, and the man's figure seemed to be pulled, and then pulled into the fog - the screams and struggles suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Only cold silence was left, as if everything in him had been swallowed by the silent mist.

His scream finally brought back people's mind-

run!

Inexplicable fear hit everyone's heart, making their hair stand on their backs and their backs feel cold. No one questioned Mo Yi's words anymore, and there was only one word left in their hearts: Run!

Run desperately!

The sound of footsteps and panicked gasps mixed together, which seemed particularly clear in the empty corridor, rapid and panicky, while the slowly moving fog wall behind him was pushing forward quietly and smoothly, devouring everything, sound, light and shadow, and life.

After ringing the ringtone, the entire corridor became bizarre and tortuous, and it was almost impossible to see the end. However, fortunately the fog was not moving very fast. As everyone ran with all their might, they could no longer see the fog.

Mo Yi slowed down and supported his knees with both hands and gasped, his face flushed after exercise.

The others also stopped gasping for breath, with the luck of surviving the disaster in their eyes.

A man came over and reached out to pat Mo Yi on the back to help him get sober.

Mo Yi looked up and recognized him: he had greeted him in the corridor before - and he was also the first person to react just now.

At this time, he was squinting his eyes and looking down at Mo Yi.

At this moment, a man ran over, he stood still with panic in his eyes, and the panic he had just now remained in his eyes, obviously he had not recovered from the critical moment just now. He took a few deep breaths, then looked up at Mo Yi half confused and half silently, and asked:

"You, how did you know there was something wrong with the fog?"

Mo Yi adjusted his breathing, reached out to hold the wall and stood up, his voice still a little unstable:

"That prompt...nameless fog should refer to "nameless fog."

Even though he was a little breathless, he still had a clear pronunciation and loud voice, and unexpectedly brought a little terrifying meaning in this environment. As his words fell, the air suddenly became quiet.

——Everyone looked confused.

Mo Yi: "..."

He rubbed his temples and explained:

"In Cthulhu mythology, the nameless fog is mentioned in "Graki's Revelation", which is the symbol of Neog Soship, a mysterious external god. It is said that no one can peek at the horror lurking in it..."

Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythology system is the inspiration for many horror novels and the spiritual idol of many authors.

But before he finished speaking, Mo Yi suddenly stopped and swallowed the long speech he was about to blurt out.

He looked around the eyes of the people who were still confused, and was silent for a while, and then asked in a different way: "Have anyone seen Stephen King's "The Mist"?"

Jiang Yuanbai raised his hand hesitantly: "...Is it countable to only watch movies?"

Several others nodded as well.

Mo Yi explained with a rush: "The fog in "Mist" is based on this creation. In short, don't get close to it and don't touch it."

The man nodded, no longer had the previous contempt in his eyes, then looked at Mo Yi deeply, stretched out his hand at him, and smiled: "Shen Lei."

"...Mo Yi." He held the extended hand.

Shen Lei frowned, feeling that the other party's palm was astonishingly cold as he was, and he was so thin that he was only bones. He held it as cold as jade and felt uncomfortable.

He reached out and patted Mo Yi on the back, staggering him: "Young man, you see that you were just gasping and your health is too poor. Even those who sit in the office cannot lack exercise so much. You can easily die in the game."

Mo Yi: "...Cough cough cough cough cough!"

Brother, please don’t pat me, otherwise I will die at your hands before being killed by a ghost.

Shen Lei smiled and let go of Mo Yi, then looked around roughly: everything around him changed, the entire corridor seemed like a Picasso abstract painting, and there was a strange and bizarre addition to being divided. He frowned and thought for a while, then turned his head to everyone and said:

"This game will not give us a chance to escape. This will violate the rules. Although the fog is fatal, its movement speed is a defect. As long as we are fast enough, there should still be a possibility of survival."

A girl sobbed in a low voice and asked, "Then, where should we go next?"

"Go upstairs." Chen Lei had obviously thought about it and answered neatly: "I just read the composition of the entire teaching building. This building has four floors in total. The three floors below are from the first to the third grade of high school. The fourth floor is the teacher-only floor. The faster we reach the upper floor, the greater the chance of survival."

Everyone looked at each other, then nodded, agreeing to Chen Lei's proposal.

"The stairwell is at the end of the corridor, let's go." Chen Lei took a cigarette and walked in front first, and everyone else followed.

The further you walked, the darker the lights in the corridor became. In the blurry darkness, the silence around you was so frightening that you could only see the light blue countdown flashing with the glow of fluorescent light in the sky outside the window.

The few people walking in front were obviously prepared and took out flashlights from their backpacks to illuminate the road in front of them.

After a while, Chen Lei finally stopped.

"Here." With the light of the flashlight, Mo Yi saw that the scene in front of him was completely different from before. The handrail of the stairs had been broken, and the walls were peeled off and the blue walls and broken cement were exposed, falling down with dust. The stairs were even more crowded together, like ruins after an earthquake.

A decadent smell spread over it.

Just as everyone was about to walk up the stairs, they heard a gentle humming not far away, and the sweet childish voice was creepy, and it sang: "Dear... come and play..."

I saw a black, round thing rolling down the stairs and hit Mo Yi's calf.

Mo Yi looked down.

It was a vague, terrifying, pale face, wrapped in black hair, like a melted wax figure.

This is the face of the missing woman.

It was her head that rolled down the stairs.

The strange child's voice was closer. It smiled sweetly, sang, and asked:

"Has anyone seen my ball?"

"Have anyone seen my ball?"

Each sound became clearer and closer, closer and more gloomy.

Mo Yi looked at the head under his feet, took a deep breath, and raised his foot and used the most strength to kick it away.

The skull rolled into the darkness in the distance.

Childish voice: "..."

Chen Lei: "..."

Everyone: "..."

There was a strange silence in the air.
Chapter completed!