Mo Yi's face was still calm and indifferent, and there was no sign of any emotional fluctuations. His pale face looked brighter and more intimidating.

He stared at the darkness where Ivy disappeared for a few seconds, then turned around and walked into the middle of the house.

The ceiling above the head was stabbed several irregular cracks by the spider's hard cherous limbs, and was carved on the fragile and crooked wooden ceiling like ugly scars, and it was pitch black without a trace of light.

Wood chips and dust fell into the broken cracks, part of which fell on the overlapping white spider webs in the air, part of which fell along the gaps between the spider webs, flying under the light of the flashlight.

The secret door was opened, and the wooden staircase wrapped in layers of spider webs was lowered from the secret door, forming a fragile angle with the ground.

Mo Yi raised his head and looked at the secret door. His dark eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out to hold the ladder that looked a little shaky, then arched his thin spine and walked upwards.

The wooden ladder under the palm has rough and sharp wooden thorns, which brings a slight tingling feeling. The spider webs wrapped around it have not been completely cleaned and hung in the middle of the ladder. The sticky and cold touch is wrapped around the fingers, giving people an indescribable sense of discomfort.

Halfway through, he seemed to think of something, turned his head and said to everyone:

"If you want to come up, it's best to leave two people on the ground to prevent any accidents. Moreover, the floor in the attic is too fragile and I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand everyone's weight."

Mo Yi did not give everyone a chance to answer the conversation, and said calmly and plainly:

"Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu stay, and shout it out loud once they find something abnormal."

His voice is not loud, his pronunciation is clear and soothing, but it just means that it is not to be rejected, which makes people always unable to help but have a desire to obey.

After saying that, Mo Yi turned his head and continued to climb upwards. The unstable wooden ladder made a harsh squeak at his feet, and his thin back quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Everyone downstairs looked at each other, then subconsciously followed Mo Yi’s arrangement just now, leaving two people behind, and the rest followed Mo Yi and climbed up one after another.

Mo Yi stood in the center of a small complete floor in the attic, holding a flashlight in his hand, illuminating the secret door.

He watched the players climb up one by one according to his arrangement, and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly with satisfaction.

His former work led to him having severe persecution paranoia and extreme paranoid desire to control for a long time. If he hadn't quit later, Mo Yi even felt that he might have become an antisocial personality.

After disappearing for ten years, although he has become much gentler and calm, he is still extremely wary and vigilant towards others.

If everyone follows, if something unexpected happens, the situation will inevitably be beyond the control. Yu Ran and Zhou Yunchen have already opened the branch line, which is consistent with his goal and can be trusted for the time being, but the other three players may not be sure.

Dividing and conquering is the best way to do it.

And... besides this, Mo Yi has other considerations.

Seeing that everyone had all come up, he turned around and walked towards the attic window with a familiarity, carefully avoiding the hole on the ground that was pierced by the spider's hard claws.

In the darkness, Mo Yi's face was calm and calm.

He was used to being alone. In the previous dungeon, he had only one or two teammates at most, but in this dungeon, due to objective reasons, the six of them had to form a temporary team.

Therefore, we must start from the subtleties and embodies our authority in the subconscious of these people.

A team with each ulterior motive is far more fragile than a team with absolute obedience.

Mo Yi familiarly walked through the open space with countless tiny white bones hanging on it, and stood at the window of the attic.

He looked at the rugged goat skull hanging by the window.

The huge skeleton structure is half hidden in the darkness, and looks terrifying under the pale light of the flashlight. The dark holes stare at everyone, looking like something alienated from death, strange and inexplicable.

There was a faint sound of saliva swallowing from behind.

Mo Yi ignored it and just held the sides of the skull with both hands, then lifted it up with force, trying to remove it from the wall.

The goat's skull was unexpectedly heavy, pressing against Mo Yi's arm and falling downwards, almost causing him to stagger and fall.

Yu Ran stepped forward, stretched out his hands and helped him steadily, and said, "I'll help you."

After speaking, she let go of Mo Yi's palm, then reached out and lifted up the cold skull of the goat, and put it steadily on the ground with strength.

Mo Yi took a deep breath: "..." OK.

He shook his head slightly, cleared out the unrelated emotions in his mind, and turned his head to look at the wall with the skull hanging on it.

Like other walls in this room, this gray wall is crooked and not parallel to the ground and windows, twisting into a strange angle. The huge goat skull left a distinct dusty outline on the wall, and the colors of the walls on both sides are obviously different.

The most eye-catching thing is that in the middle of the outline of the skull, an inverted pentagram was drawn in blood, and several other strange symbols were drawn around it.

Judging from the dust traces left by the sheep's head on the wall, this symbol has been very long, but the blood stain is so bright that it can almost sting the eyeballs. There is a faint red light flowing, which looks gloomy and weird.

The light smell of blood mixed with the smell of dust and wood chips in the attic, making people feel a little chest tight in the enclosed space.

Mo Yi leaned closer, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the inverted five-pointed star drawn in blood.

In the dust floating on the wall, you can see that the inverted pentagram is faintly loose, and dust is falling down the wall.

Mo Yi stretched out his finger, stroked the protruding piece on the wall, and gently pressed the belly of his fingertips. The faint feeling of movement came from under his fingertips proved his guess, but when he tried to embed his fingertips into the loose gap in the wall, he felt a sense of powerlessness that was difficult to exert force.

He turned his head and looked at Yu Ran: "Have you brought your knife?"

Yu Ran nodded, pulled open his backpack, took out the kitchen knife wrapped casually in a piece of dirty fabric, and walked up.

Mo Yi took a few steps back and gave her some space.

She pinched the brick that had been pulled out with her slender fingers, and powdery dust rustled down from her fingertips. Then she carefully tried, and the brick was pulled out according to her movements. The broken stones fell down and made a hollow sound on the floor.

Only then did everyone realize that under the cover of dust and broken walls, these bricks were arranged completely according to the direction and shape of the inverted pentagram, and the brick pried off by Yu Ran happened to be the same as the pentagon in the middle of the pentagram.

Mo Yi raised his wrist and shone the flashlight in his hand into the hole where the bricks were lost.

I saw that a little dark black thing looked particularly eye-catching in a scattered dust and complex bricks and wooden support structure.

Mo Yi held his breath and a most likely guess emerged from his heart.

He slowly reached in, his slender fingers groped in the dust and broken bricks, and then pinched a foreign object hidden in the bricks.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and then pulled out his palm.

It was a thin little book, with no marking on the dark leather, and no dust was stained with any kind of dust. It flashed with strange dark light under the light of the flashlight.

He turned the first page and saw a line of Latin written in crooked small characters at the bottom of the page:

claviculasalomonis

The Key of Solomon.

Mo Yi's breathing became slightly unstable, his eyes were astonishingly bright, and he stared at the small notebook in his hand that was not astonishingly beautiful.

This is the beginning and origin of everything.

His fingertips gently rubbed the pages of the book. The dry paper pages under his fingers were an unusual texture, as tough as leather, and the touch was extremely strange.

Mo Yi shines the book with a flashlight and observes it carefully.

The paper has faint lines and wrinkles as light as the skin, and you can even see the fine pores on it.

A chill rose from behind.

——This is actually a real human book.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and was about to continue flipping through, but he heard the hysterical shouts of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu from downstairs.

Everyone was shocked. Mo Yi closed the page of the book, hurriedly stuffed it into his bag, and hurriedly walked towards the open secret door with the others, and then looked down.

Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu's faces appeared under the secret door. They approached the unstable wooden ladder, and then raised their heads to look at the people in the attic.

They looked calm and rational, as if the screams they had just made were not what they had made.

Zhou Yunchen even smiled slightly at Mo Yi:

"It's okay, it's okay. It's a misunderstanding just now. We were too nervous to stop the volume. Sorry, sorry."

Seeing the alarm cancelled, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then looked down from the upstairs with some complaints and complained:

"You are too brave, you can be scared, and we are so nervous."

Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu smiled awkwardly, repeatedly losing money.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, suddenly said in a cold voice, "Quiet."

As if there was a curse on his words, everyone's hearts tightened and they subconsciously closed their mouths.

There is strange silence in the air.

Zhou Yunchen raised his head, stared at Mo Yi with a pair of dark eyes, and smiled and said, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Mo Yi frowned and did not answer, but listened to the sound in the air.

A faint chanting sound floated from afar. Unexpectedly, although the volume of the chanting sound was very small, the lyrics were particularly clear, and it was singing the same sentence over and over again:

“mylove,oh,eme—”

【My love, oh, come to my arms--】

Mo Yi's scalp exploded and he was sweating in cold sweat.
Chapter completed!