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Chapter 68
Chapter Sixty Seven
The twisted body of the ghost scorched black almost merges with the darkness behind him, a pale face that is distorted and blurred, the clear facial features just now have disappeared, only a pair of ghost fire remains, inhuman eyes staring tightly at Mo Yi.
The sad and soft look has disappeared, replaced by the killing intent of the gloomy dense forest.
Under the gaze of those pitch-dark eyes, an icy sense of oppression followed, bringing physical fear and horror.
Mo Yi's back was sweating, but his whole body was as cold as immersed in snow, and an uncontrollable shudder climbed along the spine.
The heavy atmosphere was almost solidified, and the light bloody air spread under heavy pressure, making it almost hard to breathe.
He took a deep breath and still maintained a basic composure on his face. He considered the language and said:
"Although I understand your concerns, there is another way, isn't it? After all, as long as we leave safely, the sacrifice will not be completed, right?"
After a suffocating silence, the hoarse voice sounded:
"——Why should I take this risk?"
The ghost took a step forward slowly, making a hoarse weird gurgling noise in his throat:
"I sacrificed the results of a switch, including my beloved, my life, and my soul-why should I take the risk of ruining everything for you?"
It giggled, and the terrible and monotonous laughter sounded like a cry:
"I can kill my children with my own hands. What does it mean if you have more of you?"
Mo Yi's expression remained the same-after all, he was not prepared to impress the other party with such bad rhetoric.
In the next second, he raised his eyes to stare at the opponent, and suddenly said without warning:
"Then if... from now on, no one will sacrifice?"
The hoarse laughter of the ghost suddenly stopped, and his pale and cold face looked at Mo Yi, as if he was measuring something.
It said in a gloomy dense forest:
"I don't know if I should say that you are too arrogant or too stupid, and you want to fight the devil on your own."
A twisted smile appeared on the pale and fuzzy face:
"And... it's 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, didn't you? Not to give us the opportunity to delay so long."
There was silence.
Mo Yi's face was pale, the bow of his lips was slightly tightened, and a restrained arc was slightly evoked. A pair of dark eyes were as bright as the stars in winter:
"Since we have to die, but you have dealt with us for so long, why?"
The pale ghost condensed all expressions and stared at him coldly.
Mo Yixin got down.
Since the ghost appeared just now, it has been attacking Yu Ran, cruel and unfeeling, and will kill her every step of the way.
But for him, not only did he not make much effort, but he was also willing to be patient and deal with him.
Of course, the necklace did evoke some of the other side’s intelligence, but it was definitely not enough to stop a painful evil spirit who had lost everything. The torture of time and cruel experience destroyed and distorted its reason and soul, and "stopping the devil" became its The only reason for obsession and wandering.
In the face of such a paranoid, extreme evil spirit, who does anything to achieve his goal, Mo Yi hasn't been narcissistic enough yet, thinking that a few soft words can make the other party off guard.
unless……
Mo Yi's eyebrows were slightly narrowed, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, the expression in his eyes returned to calmness and clarity. He didn't point out his guess, but just said:
"Since you don't seem to be going to kill us for the time being, why not try our method?"
The other party was silent, and a pair of pitch-dark eyes looked straight at Mo Yi, as if he was looking at something.
After a while, she let out a hoarse and weird low laugh:
"it is good."
Immediately afterwards, the hoarse voice sounded again:
"But, when I show up again, I won't be so merciful."
As its voice fell, the half-hidden scorched black figure made a wave of shallow waves, and then dissipated into the air, and the terrifyingly pale face, like melted wax oil, also eased. Dissipate slowly.
Mo Yixin moved inside and suddenly called her: "Excuse me, can you tell me what you call it?"
You must know that all the paper evidence he collected were letters written by her, and there was no signature on each one, so he did not know the name of this woman who had experienced suffering.
The other party's figure was already blurred, and when Mo Yi had almost no hope, a few hoarse faint syllables were thrown:
"...Ivy [Ivy]"
Her voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, like the wailing of a crow, but there was an inexplicable meaning in her plain tone.
Only two people were left in the kitchen again.
Mo Yi let out a long sigh, and his tight and stiff shoulders suddenly relaxed, the nerves that had been highly tense slowly relaxed, and a familiar soreness surged up like a tide.
He stepped back a few steps, and reached out to support the stove behind him, supporting his aching body due to excessive stiffness.
The palm of his hand was already wet with sweat, and the cold shirt was tightly stuck to his back. The cold touch was slowly transmitted to the nerve center along the peripheral nerves under the skin, causing a shudder.
Cold fingers looped on his wrist, and the cool, delicate finger pads gently rubbed his protruding wrist bone.
The familiar way of comfort, although awkward, inexplicably loosened Mo Yi's frowning brows, and the sound of his heartbeat as tight as a drum slowed down a lot.
He curled the corners of his lips slightly, and was about to say that it was okay, but the next second he realized that there was another Yu Ran beside him, and swallowed the unspoken words abruptly.
At this moment, Yu Ran was also relieved from the sudden situation just now. She stood up on the wall beside her, still lingering in her heart and looked at the darkness at the kitchen door with Yu Guang, as if she was still worried about the terrible body. The shape appears again.
She tentatively reached out and touched her neck. There were still handprints that were as black as charcoal on it, which was shockingly printed on her white skin.
Mo Yi noticed the movement around him and turned to look at her.
Yu Ran looked terrible now. She was wrinkled with clothes all over her body, and she looked very embarrassed. There was a shallow gap on the dust-stained cheek, and bright red blood was slowly flowing downward.
It seems to be the scar left by the ghost when it just appeared.
Mo Yixin got tight, rummaged in his backpack for a while, then took out the hemostatic medicine and band-aids and handed them to Yu Ran:
"Your face, it's best to deal with it quickly. It's not a joke to get hurt in this instance."
Yu Ran was taken aback, reached out and touched her cheek, only then realized the slight tingling pain.
Her gaze flickered, and her facial expression suddenly became serious. She reached out and took the medicine in Mo Yi's hand, and then carefully handled the seemingly innocent wound on her face in the small mirror she carried with her.
After confirming that the hemostatic patch was stuck and there was no new blood leaking out of the edge, Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, put the small mirror away, and turned his head to look at Mo Yi.
Her eyes were half surprise and half doubt, her eyes were fixed on Mo Yi's face, as if she wanted to see something famous from above.
Mo Yi was uncomfortable when she saw it, and asked:
"……what happened?"
Yu Ran's eyes lit up, pondered for a while, and then asked:
"I just think it's a little weird, how do you know the ghost...Ivy isn't going to kill us?"
Mo Yi pursed his lips, lowered his eyes slightly, covering the complex expression in his eyes.
It is undeniable that the mist that has not shown up has nothing to do with this. After all, Mo Yi still remembers that when he was on the second floor, he scared off the monster that rushed towards him only with his aura. It can be seen that his power is not ordinary, even Be jealous of the monsters in the copy.
However, the mist did not show up just now, and Ivy is not the kind of unconscious monster that is easily threatened.
So... he always felt that there seemed to be other reasons.
But no matter what the reason is, it is impossible to tell Yu Ran.
Mo Yixin went back and forth a thousand times, but his face remained as usual. He raised his head and showed a flat smile, and replied gently, avoiding the weight.
"...Just luck."
Yu Ran frowned, obviously not believing his remarks, but since Mo Yi didn't really want to answer, she would not continue to ask questions so insightlessly, but changed the topic and continued to ask:
"By the way, you just said that you want to...not let anyone sacrifice, is it true?"
After hearing this, Mo Yi's eyebrows couldn't help being stained with solemnity:
"In the situation just now, I can only say this to stabilize the situation, but now we may only be able to do this."
Yu Ran tightened her lips, stared at him, just listen to him continue to say:
"Now we have only two choices. One is to face the common pursuit of two enemies at the same time, the paranoid and powerful evil spirit and this house that tried to sacrifice us, and the other is to ensure that the players who are still alive continue to live and focus on Deal with an enemy."
Mo Yi smiled bitterly: "...Two thorny roads, you can only choose the one that is not so thorny."
Yu Ran's complexion also became heavier.
——The difficulty of this copy is really extraordinary.
At this moment, through the vague darkness, a slight metal clenching sound seemed to be heard in the hall not far away, and the familiar intermittent music seemed extremely strange and terrifying in the silence.
Mo Yi was taken aback and looked down at his wrist.
The pulsating numbers on the dark watch indicate--
The new hour began.