Chapter 83

The nose is surrounded by a strong smell of rust and earthy smell, which is almost unpleasant to breathe.

In front of me was a large deep blood color, the rich blood almost condensed into a solid body, layer upon layer of soil formed the inner wall of the tomb chamber, slowly oozing out dark red thick blood, and then quickly absorbed by the lower layer of soil.

The dark tomb chamber is covered with huge marks, the complex and strange patterns are deeply embedded in the scarlet soil, lines of varying thicknesses extend and interlaced, dark blood is filled with strange colors, and the lines are sank in the depressions.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and quickly swept every inch of land in the tomb, without missing a trace of detail.

The patterns in front of you slowly overlap with those in the human paper, and every twist and turns becomes so familiar.

——Ivy had known for a long time that as time went by, her hatred and persistence would gradually be eroded and softened, eventually forcing her to become the same as the other monsters in the six hours.

This sacrifice is like a huge and sophisticated instrument, and it is extremely difficult to stop once it starts to operate.

So she never let things go beyond her control.

Therefore, Ivy will kill all players before losing her sense of self, in case she can reach the point where she will never be restored.

However, this time, she let them go--

This means that she handed over the choice to the player.

Ivy's hoarse voice as burning as fire seemed to sound in his ears again: "...Because I am so stupid, so stupid that I still have hope."

She chose to have hope, and chose to believe that players can stop themselves who are slowly losing their minds and bottom line. She believed that they can truly break the vicious circle of death, so she told Mo Yi the location of her book.

Because it is the source of everything and will be the end of everything.

Through the deep tomb, Mo Yi could hear the clanging sound of iron tools intersecting, Ivy's crazy roar, and Yu Ran's unsustainable groan.

The dizziness of excessive blood loss surged up. Mo Yi gritted his teeth and tried to focus his attention on the pattern in front of him, not listening to the roars outside.

The page that was tucked in the human book has been deeply engraved in his mind, including every sentence, every word, and every picture above.

His eyes fell on a corner of the tomb, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

——It's here.

He used his injured hand to support the soft and moist land in the tomb chamber, and then touched the middle of the pattern with his other hand.

It happened to be located between the simply deformed sheep skull and the inverted pentagram. The color of the soil was dull and scarlet, and it had settled into a rich black, buried deep in the damp soil, and it was very difficult to notice without looking carefully.

Mo Yi put his palm into the soil with force. The sticky and thick dark red blood squeezed outwards with his movements. Most of his palm had completely sunk into the walls of the tomb. The damp soil sucked his fingers like a swamp, as if there was some strange force absorbing and pulling him.

The bloody palm fell deeper into the ground with his movements, and the soil greedily sucked the blood in his wounds.

The warm blood is rapidly lost in the body, the temperature drops rapidly, and the whole body becomes cold.

Mo Yi supported his increasingly heavy eyelids, his pale and bloodless lips were pursed tightly, and his slightly out of focus black eyes stared at the point on the tomb. His pale face was stained with dark red soil, and he looked embarrassed.

A dizzy feeling came, and the field of vision was occupied by a dizzy darkness.

Mo Yi shook his head slowly, and his hard teeth bit his lips hard, forcing him to maintain his only remaining reason, and his fingers groped in the wet and soft soil.

Cold, heavy, dizzy.

The sluggishness caused by excessive blood loss dragged his only remaining mind into the abyss, as if he fell into a deep glacier. The numb and cold feeling wrapped all his senses, leaving him with only mechanical movements.

At this moment, the stiff fingertips seemed to touch something hard in the soil.

A little hope sparked from the half-out-of-minded gaze that Mo Yiqiang supported, lit up his eyes. He used all his strength to move his cold and numb fingers, grabbed the object buried deep in the soil, and pulled it out with force!

Under the blood-covered soil, a small book appeared.

Mo Yi opened his eyes wide and tried to identify the cover of the book in his hand with his blurred vision - it was a shabby collection of nursery rhymes.

When he was studying that personal paper, he combined the Latin text on the book and the messy English footnotes in the paper to piece together the complete and most critical information.

The sacrifice requires a medium, which must be the item with the deepest bond between Erica, John and Ivy.

According to what the two children said to Ivy just now, she would sing nursery rhymes to them before they go to bed to let them fall asleep - so Ivy chose it as a medium for sacrifice.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, tried hard to maintain his mind, and then stretched his hand to his trouser pocket.

The stiff fingers that were almost lost in touch were fumbled in their pockets with difficulty, then pulled out the lighter that had been with him since the first copy.

The sound of the wind, howling, screaming, and strange songs seemed to be mixed into the same sound, mixed with his difficult breathing and his messy heartbeat gradually faded away in his ears, and finally disappeared into a blank white noise.

Mo Yi's fingertips were trembling, and the sound of dry friction sounded in the narrow space. He tried several times and finally got on fire.

A little orange-red flame ignited in his palm, but it was still so cold that it could not bring any warmth.

The flames licked the yellowed and wet pages on the book, slowly eroding upwards, and then as if touching a certain point, a bright flame suddenly burst out, swallowing the whole book fiercely.

Mo Yi's fingertips loosened weakly, and the burning book fell from his hand and fell into the bright red soil. The burning smell rose up mixed with a strong smell of blood.

The familiar metal sounds sounded in my ears:

"Congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the side quest--"

The remaining metal sounds slowly blurred and disappeared like the terrifying screams outside.

There were countless noisy sounds outside, but Mo Yi could not wake up from the cold and dark semi-coma.

He struggled for a few times, but still could not resist the heavy feeling of fierce attack, and pulled him to fall into the deep sea of ​​ice.

The soil beside him began to wriggle violently, and a large amount of viscous and cold blood gushed out from the depths of the sunken lines, pouring into Mo Yi like a wave, slowly filling the entire tomb chamber.

Mo Yi no longer has the strength to struggle.

The lost blood took away every trace of temperature and vitality in his body. The cold sleep and death came hand in hand, slowly occupying his body.

A large amount of blood flowed around him, immersing Mo Yi's body and limbs, slowly blocking his mouth and nose. Perhaps because of his hypothermia, the cold blood around him seemed to have a little warmth.

The comfortable suffocation submerged him like a wave.

At this moment, a warm and dry hand gently lifted his neck, causing his mouth and nose to leave the gradually rising blood in the tomb.

Mo Yi opened his mouth in a vague sense and struggled to open his eyelids, but failed.

The warm and soft skin approached his cold and pale lips, and the warm liquid slid down his mouth into his throat, and the familiar smell of blood spread through his mouth, leaving burning marks on his lips, almost making him shivering.

Mo Yi choked by the warm blood that kept pouring into his mouth, and then started coughing violently.

He gently patted his thin spine a few times to help him recover.

The strange blood, wrapped in warmth and vitality, slid down Mo Yi's esophagus, and then quickly flowed to his limbs, instantly dyeing a trace of temperature in his cold palms.

Mo Yi felt that his strength was back in his limbs.

He moved his eyelids and opened his eyes - he found him sitting in the tomb chamber, leaning against the wall of the tomb chamber, and the inside of the tomb was filled with dark red blood flowing, and a shallow wave of blood appeared as he moved.

Zhou Yunchen and several other players ran to him panting and then pulled him out of the blood pool with all his might.

Their faces were filled with the glory and joy of surviving the disaster. Zhou Yunchen was breathing and stammeringly saying something, while Mo Yi, whose mind was still a little blurred, took a long time to react.

He pushed away the other people holding his hands, opening his mouth to say something, but an irresistible itch ejaculation rose from his throat, causing him to cough violently.

Mo Yi's thin body was arched with coughing, and his pale, bloodless face was stained with a little sick red.

A trace of bright blood spilled out of his lips.

Zhou Yunchen, who was standing aside, was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to support him and asked, "...Are you okay?"

Mo Yi blinked, and his dark eyes became calm and deep again. He shook his head, then reached out without changing his face to wipe the blood from his lips:

"fine.

This blood is not his.

A familiar Yingting face flashed through my mind, the cold and sharp lines seemed to be full of aggression, and the light-colored pupils seemed to be filled with deep and shallow mist.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his pale and bloodless lips, swallowed the remaining smell of blood in his mouth into his throat, and asked:

"Where is Yu Ran?"

All his actions just now would not be able to be done without Yu Ran. Similarly, the danger she faced was the greatest - the child was Ivy's weakness and the reverse scale, and taking action against them was almost like killing her life.

Zhou Yunchen opened his body sideways and asked Mo Yi to look behind him.

I saw that the half-lying lying on the ground not far away, with a pale face, half of the next door disappeared, and the lower half was soaked in blood.

Zhou Yunchen added: "Her lower arm was seriously injured.

However, as long as she does not die, the wounds she suffered in the dungeon will not be taken to the real world, so she only needs to hold on for a few more minutes and survive the rest of the dungeon, and it will be fine."

Seeing that Yu Ran was not in danger of life, Mo Yi felt relieved. He couldn't raise any extra effort to answer Zhou Yunchen's words, but just nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he looked slightly stunned, as if he was attracted by something not far away.

I saw Ivy covered in blood and fell to the ground.

In her arms, she was holding a split corpse, the player's head and arms, the spider's belly, and the cat's soles, soaked in blood and fell beside her.

The sacrifice disappeared, and the limbs that were taken back from complete children to their previous fragments.

The images of the two children have completely disappeared.

Ivy lowered her head, unable to see her face clearly, only to see her blood-stained palm gently patting the shattered corpse in her arms.

A gentle singing came from my ears.
Chapter completed!