Chapter 67

It was as if soaked in ice water from head to toe, the extremely cold tremor rose from the bones, evaporated along every pore, and climbed up the back.

Fear wrapped around his throat like a cold iron hand, squeezed out and dried every trace of air in his lungs.

Almost subconsciously, Mo Yi reached out and pulled Yu Ran and pushed her hard towards the side!

The two of them stumbled to the side with this force, and fell to the ground unexpectedly.

Before Yu Ran could notice it, she felt a cold air passing by the edge of her cheeks, rubbing against her side, causing a sharp pain.

The reaction ability exercised in the dungeon made Yu Ran react instantly. She took advantage of the situation to pull Mo Yi's arm, hugged him before the two of them fell to the ground in a mess, rolled on the spot, and hid aside.

After a moment of dizziness, the two of them had left the place where they were standing, but lay on the ground in a dusty state.

Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the kitchen door.

The shadow, who was unknown to be called a human figure, was still standing quietly in the darkness, half of his body was hidden in the shadows in the corridor, and the outline was almost impossible to see clearly.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is its face.

The pale and blurred face looked distorted and weird, and a pair of black eyes slowly turned around one by one, looking at them.

Mo Yi's scalp was a little numb, and his almost inhuman gaze made him feel like a thorn in his back. Physiological tremor surged into his heart, and adrenaline soared.

He looked quickly and turned his head to look behind him. It was a very high stove, filled with layers of iron pots and kitchenware. The only half-open pot was filled with strong bloody smell. The window frame of the window behind the stove had been completely twisted, narrow and compact, and was sealed with a few simple wooden strips. Even children with extremely thin figures would find it difficult to get through.

Not to mention two adults with normal figures.

Mo Yi swallowed slowly and turned around.

The only way to the entire kitchen is the door leading to the corridor, which means that their retreat has been blocked.

There is nowhere to escape.

The shadow had turned his whole face at this moment. His pale and weird face looked like wax oil that had melted and solidified again. His black hole-like eyes were staring at the two of them. There was no trace of light inside, and it was cold and weird like a dead person.

It slowly stepped forward, walked out of the shadows in the corridor, and half of its body entered the kitchen, illuminated by the blurred light in the house.

Yu Ran's low breathing sound came from his ears.

Mo Yi's breathing also sluggished, urging him to think of some solutions.

The shadow took another step forward, revealing the twisted limbs and body of carbon. Its face was extremely strange white, and the bright color contrast made it very uncomfortable.

It looked extremely uncoordinated and walked slowly, but it came towards the two of them firmly.

The twisted face got closer and closer, and a pair of ghostly eyes burned with malice.

At this moment, Yu Ran's tense body suddenly stretched out. The power trained through multiple copies made her whole body burst out with great energy like a full bow.

She rushed to the stove behind her at a very fast speed and pulled out the huge kitchen knife deeply embedded in the chopping board.

A pair of sharp phoenix eyes stared at the figure that was approaching, then raised the blade and waved it down hard!

She wants to take a gamble!

The next second, the blade passed through its body without any stagnation.

Yu Ran couldn't help but be stunned. She looked at her hands and saw the blade cutting the figure, just like it was passing through the air. After the blade passed, the figure began to slowly gather again, and finally condensed into the original human form.

It looked at Yu Ran with his emotionless blurred face, and his black hole-like eyes looked terrifying.

Yu Ran had no time to retreat, and was strangled by the figure.

The coke-like five fingers tightly clasped the woman's slender throat, and the terrifying face slowly approached, and the distorted facial features approached her.

Seeing that Yu Ran was about to encounter an accident, Mo Yi's heart beat like a drum and his face was as white as gold paper. He forced himself to calm down and think about how to break the situation that was almost dead in front of him.

His eyes were staring at Yu Ran's coke-like palms on her neck and the black handprints printed on her skin. A guess suddenly flashed through his heart, illuminating his mind like lightning.

Mo Yi tightened his fingers, and the silver chain that was falling heavily on his wrist was tightly wrapped around his wrist like a noose. It was heavily pressed down by the pendant with a little body temperature, as if the upper end was a human heart.

The sound of blood rushing and the incredible heartbeat were penetrated by my ears.

Mo Yi stepped forward and pulled off the silver chain wrapped around his wrist. The round pendant that fell from the mottled chain flashed with a faint light under the dim light.

He quickly hung the silver chain on Yu Ran's neck, whose eyes were a little distracted.

The rusty noose on the pendant of the photo frame between the fingers opened with the sudden pulling gravity, revealing two small pocket photos inside, just in front of the pale, twisted and terrifying face.

In the yellowed black and white photos, the boy and the girl smiled brightly at the outside, and their blurred faces were not clear. They could only see two pairs of black eyes staring at everyone innocently.

As if it was struck by lightning, the twisted and blurred figure trembled suddenly, then let go of Yu Ran's neck and staggered back a few steps.

A hoarse, sharp, inhuman scream erupted from its body, as if it was suffering from unbearable pain.

Even its body was distorted slightly, as if it was blown away by mist, and its outline was waving.

Yu Ran lost the strength to support his body and fell to the ground suddenly. His dissipated pupils slowly focused, and then coughed violently and fiercely as if he had torn his body apart.

Mo Yi's eyes were wrongly staring at the figure, and his blood-lost lips were pursed into a tight straight line.

The shadow seemed to have recovered from the pain that had just come to an end, and the outline of the body condensed again.

It twisted its face that had just passed by, slowly squatted down beside Yu Ran, stretched out its coke-like hand, and trembledly held the silver pendant that fell in front of her.

The lid opens in its dark palms.

The pale face seemed to be a little solidified, and facial features slowly gathered on the face that was blurred like melted wax oil.

It was a woman's face, with deep facial features, a typical Anglo-Saxon look, with elegant and sad face.

Her face was deeply marked by pain, and her trembling coke-like fingers slowly stroked the two blurry photos, as if she could directly touch the child's fresh and soft face through the cold photo frame.

Deep affectionate and desperate.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have enough sanity to communicate, Mo Yi calmed down, as if afraid of stimulating the other party, he spoke cautiously in English:

"Ms., I'm sorry-"

The other party raised his head. Although his face was still clear, his eyes returned to the black hole-like ghostly aura. All the human emotions on his face completely disappeared, staring at Mo Yi tightly.

The hoarse sounded like a burning fire:

"You must die."

Mo Yi felt a sudden heart, but his emotions were not obvious at all. It seemed that he was not the one who was threatened by death.

His eyes were staring at the woman's pale face and said quietly:

"Can you tell us why?"

Her face became pale and twisted again, and the originally clear facial features became much blurred. She stared at Mo Yi, her eyes as cold as iron stone:

"You must die."

Mo Yi looked at it intently: "The temptation of the devil is always wrapped in honey, isn't it?"

The ghost looked at him with a cold and dignified look.

Mo Yi took a step forward, his voice became gentle and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but the content of his words was directly like a merciless sword:

"Although Erica and John are back, they carry something even more deadly. The plague that once seized countless lives of Europeans came back from hell, right?"

After hearing the two names, the ghost's figure trembled suddenly, and his pale and blurred face condensed a little more.

Mo Yi's tone slowed down again, as if the voice wrapped in satin was as warm as velvet:

"But, as I understand, the Black Death never broke out again after the seventeenth century, not to mention its more vicious and deadly variant, so... you stopped it, right?"

Her face was pale and cold, and it looked particularly out of tune on her charred body.

Mo Yi held his breath: "That's why you became like this, right?"

A trace of emotion flashed across her face, and her eyes became sad - this time, she finally spoke, her rough and hoarse voice was harsh and terrifying, like the sound of a nail scraping through the glass:

“…itcanneverwappen.”【It cannot happen】

This sentence appeared once on the letter paper on the second floor, and then on the letter paper hidden in the box.

Now, I have said it myself.

He spoke firmly, sadly, and desperately. It seemed like a sharp blade that penetrated deeply into the wound, and the knife saw blood, bringing out the foul-stenched rotten flesh from the wound.

The other party's face is now more solid and his eyes become more rational:

"I killed my child."

Mo Yi's heart was shocked. Although he had guessed the development of the incident, he still felt indescribable shock when he heard it with his own ears.

"I held their bodies and lit the house."

She lowered her head and gently stroked her charred fingers across the faces of the two children on the necklace:

"The devil doesn't want to see me disturbing his plan. In order to punish and revenge, my head is not licked by the flames, but I can only watch my baby's body burning in the flames, and my body turns into coke."

Mo Yi couldn't see her face clearly, and could only hear her silenced by the fire:

"But what does that matter? Nothing is more painful than watching my child die again...it's what I deserve."

She slowly took the necklace off Yu Ran's neck, carefully held it in the stiff and charred palm, and then stood up, looking at Mo Yi with a pair of black eyes without emotion:

“So, you must die.

If you don't die in my hands--you will be killed by this house and sacrificed, and then... it will come back."

The ghost's face became pale and twisted again, and it slowly stepped forward, its hoarse voice was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell:

“I don’t allow it.

I gave everything to stop it, and I won't allow you to let it go."

Its face is terrifying and twisted, its pronunciation is blurry and cold, and it murmured over and over again:
Chapter completed!