Chapter 67

The ghost's charred and twisted body almost merged with the darkness behind him. A pale face was twisted and blurred. The facial features that were clearly contoured just now had disappeared, leaving only a pair of ghost fire-like eyes, and the inhuman eyes were staring at Mo Yi tightly.

The sad and soft expressions have disappeared, replaced by a gloomy murderous intent.

Under the gaze of those black eyes, a cold sense of oppression followed, bringing physiological fear and horror.

Mo Yi was sweating on his back, but his whole body was as cold as if he was soaked in snow. His irrepressible trembling feeling climbed along his spine.

The heavy atmosphere almost condensed into a solid body, and the air spreading with a shallow bloody smell was pressed down heavily, almost making it difficult to breathe.

He took a deep breath, and his face remained basically calm. He thought about his words and said:

"Although I understand your concerns, there is another way, right? After all, as long as we leave safely, sacrifices cannot be completed, right?"

After a suffocating silence, a hoarse voice began to sound:

“—Why should I take this risk?”

The ghost took a step forward slowly, making a hoarse and weird giggle in his throat:

"I sacrificed all the results, including my love, my life, my soul - why should I take the risk of letting everything go to waste for you?"

It giggled, and its terrifying and monotonous laughter sounded as shrill as crying:

"I can kill my children with my own hands. What's the point of having more of you?"

Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged - after all, he was not prepared to impress the other party with such clumsy words.

The next second, he raised his eyes and stared at the other party, and suddenly spoke without warning:

"If... from now on, no one would sacrifice?"

The ghost's hoarse laughter suddenly stopped, and his pale and cold face stared at Mo Yi, as if he was estimating something.

It spoke gloomyly:

"I don't know if you should be too arrogant or too stupid, and you actually want to fight against the demons on your own."

A twisted smile appeared on the pale and blurred face:

"And...it's still the same question-Why should I take this risk?"

In the tense and suffocating silence, Mo Yi suddenly laughed softly:

"So, you should have done it very early, right? Instead of giving us the chance to delay for so long."

A silence.

Mo Yi's face was pale, his lips were slightly tense, and he curled a curvy curve. His dark eyes were as bright as the stars in winter:

"Since we have to die, but you have been dealing with us for so long, why?"

The pale ghost restrained all his expression and stared at him coldly.

Mo Yi knew it.

Since the ghost appeared just now, it has been attacking Yu Ran, cruel and ruthless, and he is about to kill her step by step.

But not only did not take any action against him, but he was also willing to deal with him with patience.

Of course, the necklace did recall some of the other party's mind, but it was by no means enough to stop a painful evil spirit who lost everything. The torture of time and cruel experiences devastating and distorting its reason and soul, and "stopping the demon" became its obsession and the only reason to wander.

Faced with such paranoid and extreme evil spirits, who do whatever they want to achieve their goals, Mo Yi has not yet reached that point, thinking that a few soft words of his heart would make the other party relieve his guard.

unless……

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, and his thoughtful expression flashed in his eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, the expression in his eyes returned to calmness and clarity, and did not point out his guess, but just spoke:

"Since you don't seem to be planning to kill us for the time being, why not try our approach?"

The other party was silent, and a pair of dark and deep eyes were staring at Mo Yi, as if he was looking at something.

After a while, she let out a hoarse and strange laugh:

"good."

Then, the hoarse voice sounded again:

"But, next time I appear again, I won't show such mercy."

As its words fell, a slight fluctuation rippled on the charred figure half hidden in the darkness, and then dissipated into the air, and the terrifying pale face as melted wax oil slowly dissipated.

Mo Yi's heart moved and suddenly shouted at her: "Can you tell me what you call me?"

You know, all the paper evidence he collected was written by her, and there was no signature on each one, so he still didn't know what the name of this woman who had experienced suffering was.

The other party's figure was already blurred. When Mo Yi was almost hopeless, he threw away a few hoarse and faint syllables:

“…Ivy【ivy】”

Her voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, like the whine of a crow, but there was an inexplicable sense of regret in her plain tone.

Once again, only the two of them were left in the kitchen.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, his tense and stiff shoulders suddenly relaxed, and his nerves that had been highly nervous slowly relaxed, and a familiar soreness surged up like a tide.

He took a few steps back, reached out to hold the stove behind him, and supported his body that was painful due to excessive stiffness.

The palm of my hand was already sweating, and the cold shirt was tightly stuck to my back. The cold and cold touch slowly passed along the peripheral nerves under the skin to the nerve center, bringing a tremor.

The cold fingers wrapped around his wrists, and the slightly cool and delicate fingertips gently stroked his protruding wrist bones.

Although the familiar way of comforting was clumsy, it inexplicably made Mo Yi's frown slightly loosen, and the heartbeat that was as tight as a drum just now slowed down a lot.

He curled the corners of his lips slightly and was about to say it was okay, but the next second he realized that there was another Yu Ran around him, and swallowed the unspoken words back.

At this moment, Yu Ran also recovered from the sudden situation just now. She stood up on the wall beside her, and still looked at the darkness at the kitchen door with her eyes in her eyes, as if she was still worried that the terrifying figure would appear again.

She tentatively reached out and touched her neck, and there were still handprints as black as coke on it, which looked particularly shocking when she printed on her fair skin.

Mo Yi noticed the movement around her and turned his head to look at her.

Yu Ran looked terrible now. Her clothes were wrinkled and grimly-faced, and there was a shallow gap on her dusty cheeks, slowly flowing down with bright red blood.

It seems to be the scar left by the ghost when he just appeared.

Mo Yi's heart tightened slightly, searched in his backpack for a while, then took out the hemorrhage-stop potion and bandage and handed it to Yu Ran:

"It's better to deal with your face quickly. Being injured in this dungeon is not a joke."

Yu Ran was stunned, reached out and touched his cheek, and then realized the slight stinging pain.

Her eyes sterned, and her facial expression suddenly became serious. She reached out to take the medicine from Mo Yi's hand, and then carefully treated the seemingly unthreatening wound on her face to the small mirror she carried with her.

After confirming that the hemostatic patch had been glued and no new blood was leaking out on the edge, Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, put away the small mirror, turned his head to look at Mo Yi.

Her eyes were half surprised and half confused, and her eyes were staring at Mo Yi's face, as if she wanted to see something from above.

Mo Yi felt uncomfortable when she saw him and asked:

"……What's wrong?"

Yu Ran's eyes lit up, he pondered for a while, and then asked:

"I just think it's a bit incredible. How do you know that ghosts... Ivy isn't going to kill us?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips and lowered his eyes slightly to cover the complicated expression in his eyes.

It is undeniable that the fog that has not appeared has nothing to do with this. After all, Mo Yi still remembers that he scared the monster rushing towards him with his momentum just because of his momentum. It can be seen that his power is not ordinary, and he is even afraid of the monster in the dungeon.

However, the mist did not appear just now, and Ivy was not the kind of unsanctified monster that was easily threatened.

So... he always felt that there seemed to be other reasons here.

However, no matter what the reasons are, they cannot be told to Yu Ran.

Mo Yi's heart was constantly moving, but his face was still as usual. He raised his head, showed a plain smile, and replied lightly:

“…It’s just good luck.”

Yu Ran frowned, obviously not convinced his words, but since Mo Yi didn't want to answer very much, she wouldn't continue asking questions with such abilities, but instead changed the topic and continued to ask:

"By the way, you just said, is it true that you want to...not let anyone sacrifice?"

After hearing this, Mo Yi's eyebrows couldn't help but feel a little solemn:

"In the situation just now, I can only say this to stabilize the situation, but now we may have to do so."

Yu Ran pursed her lips tightly and looked at him, only to hear him continue:

"We have only two choices now. One is to face the common pursuit of two enemies at the same time, the paranoid and powerful evil spirit and the house that is trying to sacrifice us. The other is to ensure that the players who are still alive will continue to live and then focus on dealing with an enemy."

Mo Yi smiled bitterly: "...There are only ones that are not so thorny."

Yu Ran's face also became heavier.

——The difficulty of this copy is really extraordinary.

At this moment, through the blurred darkness, a slight metal biting sound seemed to be heard in the hall not far away, and the familiar intermittent music seemed particularly strange and terrifying in the silence.

Mo Yi was stunned and looked down at his wrist.

The numbers leaping on the dark watch indicate-
Chapter completed!