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Chapter 52
Chapter 52
The sky turned upside down in front of me, like a large block of color shattered and re-melted, occupying the entire eyeball and piercing the brain along the nerve.
The eardrum was occupied by the chaotic white noise, and Mo Yi felt dizzy that his feet were touching the real place, and then realized afterwards that he was standing and teleporting to the copy this time.
But it was too late.
The unreacted nerves couldn't support the sudden gravity, and gravity pulled Mo Yi to the ground.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand in a panic and waved in the air, closed his eyes subconsciously, waiting for the next pain.
An iron hoop-like hand stretched out from the side, held his arm, and a violent attack, pulling him up.
Although Mo Yi was standing still, his brain was still chaotic.
He turned his head in a daze to look at the person holding him, and subconsciously said, "Thank you..."
In the next second, Mo Yi's voice was stuck in his throat, making no sound anymore.
I saw that man also looked at him at the same time, his beautifully-lined lips formed a sharp arc, and a pair of misty eyes staring at him closely, like a dark gray ocean.
He chuckled, "Be careful."
Mo Yi's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he lowered his voice: "You--"
Suddenly, at this time, he just remembered... In fact, he doesn't even know the name of mist until now.
"Anonymous Fog" is the game hint in the first copy, and "Song Qi" is the name of someone else he borrowed.
Mo Yi didn't know what to call him for a while, so he couldn't help but froze in place.
At this time, an unfamiliar male voice came next to him: "Newcomer?"
Mo Yixunsheng turned his head and saw a tall man approaching, looked around with some doubts, and then asked, "What's wrong?"
Only then did he realize that the man's gaze passed directly through the fog's body, as if he hadn't seen another person there, he drew over without a wave.
Mo Yi was taken aback and turned to look at the fog standing beside him.
He saw a smile on his stern brows and eyes, raised a finger and pressed it on his pale lips, making a mouth shape:
"Shhh."
Mo Yi settled down and turned to look at the man, showing a natural smile:
"Not a newcomer."
He frowned, raised his chin and motioned:
"It's just the first time I encountered a copy like this, I was shocked, thank you for your concern."
The man accepted this statement and nodded clearly, a trace of worry appeared between his brows, and he whispered:
"This is the first time I have encountered this situation. It is... too strange."
Yes, the copy this time is indeed very weird. You must know that the original copy is basically located in a closed room, with the doors and windows locked and unable to escape.
But this time...
Mo Yi slowly looked around the entire space, wherever he could see, the darkness was full of nothingness. The darkness twisted and wriggled boundless malice and danger, surrounding the platform they were on.
This time the copy turned out to be a semi-open space.
The ground underneath is soft ground, and the entire platform seems to be floating in the endless darkness, as if it was sunk into the dark, deep sea with no light, so dense that it is almost substantive, and the people are almost suffocated.
And in the middle of the platform, stands a crooked building.
It seems to be very old, and the twisted and strange architectural style looks particularly uncomfortable. There is even a hollow on the old and dusty roof, and dust is falling sternly.
The whole building looks weird, almost completely out of touch with the normal house structure, almost astonishing why it hasn't collapsed yet, and it also makes it impossible for people standing in front of the house to see the whole house.
The gray glass covers the windows, peeking out like malicious eyes. The door in the porch is half open, and the inside is pitch black, as if whispering something, waiting for the arrival of the prey.
——And Mo Yi and others are standing in the open space in front of the porch of this house.
There are also players being teleported into the dungeon one after another, their figures appear almost out of thin air in the dark, except for a few eye-strained ones who are quick to stand still, the others all fall down unexpectedly like Mo Yi.
Mo Yi looked calmly on his face and counted silently in his heart.
Although he knew that the time when each player was teleported into the dungeon was different, this was the first time he saw other players being teleported into the dungeon.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes without a trace, his dark eyes were full of gloom.
After a while, the player's teleportation is over.
Looking at the players with different facial expressions, or at a loss or fright, Mo Yi thought happily:
This is the advantage of copy being an open space-there will be no more noisy newcomers.
After all, this house floating in the dark and weird house is too much beyond common sense, no one can think of this as a tricky game without thinking.
Since everyone was teleported to the same location this time, there was no need to gather again, so the ethereal game sound soon rang:
"Hello, welcome everyone to the large-scale live escape game-STAYALIVE."
The female voice surrounds the entire dark and icy space, and it sounds strange and permeating.
"Your only task is to survive 7 hours in the ancient house.
The following are tips for you:
Born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday, severely ill on Friday, died on Saturday, and was buried in the soil on Sunday. This is Solomon Grandi's life.
wish you a happy game. "
The flat, unfeeling, mechanical female voice slowly recites sentences with a strong sense of rhythm. In such an environment, it is involuntarily frightening.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
This reminder... He had heard it before. It was a 19th century United Kingdom nursery rhyme, which was widely spread.
Mo Yi frowned and looked up at the void that enveloped the platform. As the voice of the female voice fell, the familiar fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the dark sky without a trace of light:
6:59:56
Solomon Grandi's life is only seven days, and this time their survival time is exactly seven hours...
——Will there be any internal connections?
He took a deep breath and suppressed the countless questions that followed in his heart. Then he raised his eyes to look at the players with different facial expressions.
There are 17 players in total this time.
The proportion of seniors is not low, at least ten people.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and frowned somewhat suspiciously.
Although there are a lot of veterans this time,...there are still new people joining.
Before entering the game, Mo Yi had two guesses about this dungeon. One is that the entire dungeon is the membership test dungeon, and the participants are all candidate members of the senior player club.
The second is that this is a very difficult dungeon. Newcomers and veterans who are unlucky are sent in. The member candidates who complete the dungeon become the club's senior members, while other players who have not become candidate members still pass the high difficulty. The reward for the copy is settled.
——Since there are newcomers in this copy, the first speculation is obviously overturned.
So... Is it the second kind?
Mo Yi's heart was inexplicably uneasy.
The few newcomers who were sent in were all staring at this bizarre and unreasonable space, and their wide-open eyes were full of fear of the unknown.
The panic was spreading and fermenting among the crowd, swelling and occupying every gap, squeezing every strand of breathable air.
At this moment, a female senior man stepped forward and broke the stagnant atmosphere.
She was tall and slender, with a slight impatience between her delicate eyebrows, and said to the shivering newcomers:
"First, this game is real. Death in the game is equal to death in the real world. Second, I suggest you pay attention to the tips given by the game. It can save lives."
She paused, her sharp eyes looked around the quiet platform, and continued:
"The other thing is, it's best not to act alone."
Her voice fell, as if a switch was turned on, there was a low sob in the crowd, the senior man frowned a little irritably, stopped saying anything, turned and looked at the twisted house in the middle of the platform.
Other veterans also scattered, looking for clues on this narrow platform.
Mo Yi followed everyone, walking slowly around the house.
It's just a barren and empty land with a few withered crooked neck trees planted on them, low and yellow, and bony branches glowing dead gray, poking toward the sky.
There is a crooked path on the desolate and soft yellow land, which extends from the edge of the entire platform, emerges abruptly from the darkness, and then connects to the twisted porch of the house in a crooked manner.
The area of the whole platform is not large, and everyone will walk here in a short time.
Apart from having a clearer understanding of the crooked facts of this house, nothing was gained.
Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on the house standing in the middle of the entire platform.
It stood there quietly, in the odd-shaped porch, the dilapidated door was half open, revealing a dark corner of it.
As if waiting for something.
The senior male person who spoke to Mo Yi just now said: "...I can only go in now."
There was a panic and depressive atmosphere in the crowd. Some people were almost mentally broken by this weird and terrifying pressure. A newcomer woman yelled hysterically:
"No! Impossible! I will never go in!"
The low cry just now rang again, and several newcomers subconsciously moved closer and nodded. One of the newcomers, who looked bolder, asked timidly:
"Anyway...Anyway, this game is enough to live for seven hours. Then, let's stay outside for seven hours, can't we?"
The tall female veteran sneered: "Whatever you want."
After speaking, she turned and walked towards the porch of the house.
Other seniors and some newcomers also followed her into the house.
Three newcomers hesitated, but chose to stay outside.
Mo Yi walked, looking aimlessly across the house.
Yu Guang, who was looking at him, suddenly saw—a vaguely distorted face on the second-floor window was close to the glass, quietly watching the crowd downstairs.
Mo Yi felt cold behind his back, and the hair on his body stood up instantly.
He hurriedly returned his eyes to the window.
There was nothing in the gray window, and a complete handprint on the glass slowly disappeared.