Chapter 52

With a harsh "creak", the worn and twisted door opened inside, and a cold breath slowly came from the dark door, mixed with the smell of dust and rotten wood.

And...the faint smell of blood that is almost impossible to capture.

The few people walking in front paused, turned on the flashlight they carried with them, and walked into the house.

The cold white light column could hardly penetrate the darkness in the house. The light aperture swayed throughout the house, trembling with the shaking of the person's wrists, swaying from one corner of the house to another, but it was never possible to get the whole picture.

Suddenly, at this moment, the whole room suddenly lit up!

Everyone was shocked.

There are old-style shabby candlesticks on all four corners of the house, with faint candlelight igniting, swaying and shaking slightly, illuminating the entire house.

Such a strange phenomenon makes everyone feel a little worried.

A senior man walking in front swallowed his saliva, moistening his dry throat to the point of pain, and said hoarsely: "Let's go, let's go."

The group walked carefully and slowly into the porch, and then walked into the room one by one.

Mo Yi was behind the crowd and walked inward with everyone's pace.

Before entering the room, he subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

The three newcomers who chose not to come in were tightly held tightly, as if they could give them strength. They stood on the barren ground, with endless darkness behind them, vaguely wriggling.

The countdown with fluorescent blue flashing in the air seemed particularly unknown.

Fog followed him, her light gray pupils looked at him with an unpredictable expression, and her light-colored thin lips pursed into a slight curve, waiting quietly.

When he was last dungeon, he needed a player to open the door to be put into the dungeon. This time, perhaps because he borrowed the light from this open platform, he could directly enter the dungeon.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, and his eyes with a very dark color had a complicated expression.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Although the fog has not yet revealed any unfavorable tendencies to him and has even helped him a lot, it is impossible to admit that such a spirit behind him who always follows him still makes people feel afraid.

What's more, his joining means more variables, and even more difficult issues that may continue to increase.

At this moment, a player walking beside him leaned over and looked at Mo Yi's gaze with some confusion, but he only saw a void and asked:

"What's wrong? Have you found something?"

Mo Yi shook his head, his eyebrows calmed down: "It's nothing, let's go."

——The mystery in the mist was as much as the danger and uncertainty in his body.

For example: Why did he follow him?——even follow him in the real world, and why did he lend a helping hand to him repeatedly? What is his identity and what is the reason for being so persistent in himself?

His intuition told him that all these problems are extremely critical.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, turned around and walked into the room, pulled the half-open door with his palm, and stayed deliberately for more than ten seconds, and glanced at the fog without a glance.

The cold and sharp facial lines of the fog were softer, and the light gray eyes were like the light mist in the early morning. He cursed and slightly bent his lips, walked forward a few steps, walked in through the crack of the door that Mo Yi opened.

He approached with cold breath, and a low voice swept by: "Thank you."

Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyebrows were frowned secretly and followed the other party and walked in.

The strangely shaped worn door panel closed behind him, stirring up a burst of dust and falling down under the dim light.

The space in this room is much larger than it looks from the outside.

Moreover, what's even more strange is that...not only outside, but also inside the house, is also distorted.

The uneven floor connects the crooked walls, and above is a twisted ceiling, covered with moss and dust. All the furniture inside is crooked, and there is almost no straight line inside the entire house.

Everything seems to be a collection of twists and weirdness.

Everyone looked inside the house silently, and there was a silence.

The scene in front of you is like walking into a distorted dream, or falling into another strange world, almost making people doubt their own eyes.

Mo Yi's face was still faint, his eyes slowly narrowed, and he subconsciously moved forward.

Suddenly, a strange touch came from his feet, completely different from the texture of the wooden floor, but it seemed as if something was protruding, and it was hard to touch the soles of his feet.

Mo Yi was stunned and moved his right foot away.

I saw a shiny thing stuck in the gap in the floor under my feet, and a light silver light flashed under the dim light of the candlestick.

He squatted down and reached out toward the shiny thing stuck in the crevice of the twisted floor.

After using a clever effort, the thing that was originally stuck was pulled out by Mo Yi.

He placed it on the palm of his hand and stood up straight.

Several players who saw his abnormal movements also surrounded him and looked at his palm curiously.

Mo Yi wiped off the dust on its surface with his fingertips, looked at the light for a while, then slowly frowned, his eyes flashed slightly, and he seemed a little thoughtful.

The veteran who had spoken to him outside before couldn't help but be curious and asked, "What is this?"

The others were the same. They couldn't see any eyebrows when they looked left and right. They looked at Mo Yi in confusion, waiting for him to explain why.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, lowered his voice with some hesitation, and said uncertainly:

"It seems...it's a sixpence coin."

However, unlike the normal sixpence, the coin is as twisted as the house, with crooked English letters and numbers circled in the irregular circular arc, and the gullies are filled with dust accumulated over the years, which looks extremely difficult to identify at first glance.

Mo Yi raised his head and his eyes accidentally flew across the window on the first floor.

Through the blurred glass, you can see the slowly passing countdown in the extremely rich darkness and the figures of three newcomers standing not far away.

At this moment, Mo Yi saw something seemed to surge in the dark darkness.

The dim grayish white appeared in the darkness that swallowed all the light, and then slowly extended into the platform.

It was an extremely pale arm.

Someone also saw the situation outside the house. A tall player hurried to the door and wanted to open the door and let the newcomers come in. However, the worn wooden door that was originally crooked and twisted could not fully fit the door frame was now like casting copper and iron, and could not be shaken at all.

Seeing that the door could not be opened, Mo Yi walked to the window and slapped the window and warned it outward:

"Run!"

The newcomer outside the house saw the commotion inside the house from afar, but could only hear some vague sounds inside the house.

One of the timid players asked timidly: "Is there something happening inside?"

Another person beside him calmed down, and his voice changed a little under the influence of fear:

"Just... I knew there was nothing good about entering the house, and they didn't listen..."

Before he could finish his words, a sour "cry" sound rang out behind his head, like the sound of a wooden branch breaking, or the sound of crushing bones.

The three of them turned around at the same time.

I saw a tall "person" crawling out from the darkness outside the platform. First, it had slender pale arms, then its thin legs, and its whole body seemed to be drawn with crooked lines.

The imbalanced body was exposed.

He was wearing a crooked tuxedo and a shabby little top hat, his long and distorted face was blurred and pale, and he couldn't see clearly his facial features. He only had a cracked mouth humming something in a low and terrifying voice.

The three of them screamed in horror and turned to run.

The twisted man stretched out his distorted arms like a branch, and his pale and deformed palm waved, and pulled back a man who had not run too far, and tore him hard.

The scorching blood splattered everywhere, and the man's head was torn off!

He threw down the corpse in his hand and died with his eyes open and fearlessness, but took a step forward, and his long legs had already stepped far away. He leaned close to the next victim with a top hat, and his deformed pale face showed a strange smile.

The humming sound in his mouth became louder.

He stretched out his palm, like catching a toy, caught a second person, regardless of the man's struggle and scream, and pulled it hard - the second head was pulled down, and white bones could be seen in the bloody broken mouth, and dazzling blood splashed out from his throat, splashing onto the narrow and unfitted tuxedo of the "man".

The third person finally ran to the door of the room, shaking the door handle desperately and helplessly.

Her face twisted by fear was covered with sweat and tears, and she screamed in horror: "Help! Help!!!"

The voice was hoarse like weeping blood, and trembling like dead leaves in the wind.

The door remains motionless.

The "man" took a big step forward again, and his twisted palm hit, pulling the woman's hair, and then his fingers just moved slightly, and a sound of Kara breaking came from her neck bone, and her body drooped softly.

It was quiet outside the house at this moment.

The humming in that man's mouth seemed particularly clear in this strange silence:

“…he……………………”

He pulled the player's soft-falling corpse, his thin legs took twisted steps, collected all the fragments and heads of the body, hugged them in his slender and pale arms, and walked back into the darkness.

There was a dead silence in the room, with only a suppressed gentle breathing sound.

Fear seemed to be pervasive, and it penetrated into everyone's hearts along every pore.

Mo Yi looked pale, and he held the sixpence coin subconsciously, and even his knuckles turned white with force.

He whispered:
To be continued...