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Chapter 77

Mo Yi’s heart beat violently, and a sense of horror climbed up along his bones and meridians. The horrific coldness pierced into his flesh like a sharp blade, cutting open the flesh and dripping blood.

He straightened up suddenly. The hard soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, and a few pieces of wood chips flew down with his movements.

Then a creepy scene appeared. He saw those pieces of wood passing straight through Zhou Yunchen’s upturned face, as if passing through air or water, and making sounds on the ground.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Zhou Yunchen’s face was still as calm as before, with a slight smile, he looked up at Mo Yi, and asked the same sentence in the same tone:

“What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”

Wang Zhu, who was standing beside him, also raised his head, with a smile that was almost carved out of the same mold as Zhou Yunchen’s, making everyone who watched them shudder.

Mo Yi’s complexion turned pale, and the chanting sound in his ears seemed to become clearer, singing over and over again:

”My love, oh, come to me–”

The voice was slow and soothing, as if carrying a breathtaking magic.

In the silence around him, the singing was as thin as a gossamer, a trace of noise entering the eardrum from not far away.

He heard the rubbing sound of footsteps on the ground, as if someone was walking out slowly. In the shuffling and rubbing, Mo Yi’s ears caught a trace of a familiar sound.

A muttering as if in a dream: “…Menglin.”

This was… Zhou Yunchen’s voice?

Mo Yi was startled, and an almost absurd conjecture flashed through his mind like lightning, illuminating his eyes brightly.

His breathing stagnated slightly, but during the few breaths he was in a daze, the sound of the footsteps rubbing against each other became more and more distant, and the soft murmur caught in his ears just now no longer appeared. It seemed that only the singing that was like a magic spell remained in the silence.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and started to move. He stepped on the crooked ladder and climbed down with his hands, then took the few strides left without hesitation, by going down with one jump, while clenching his teeth.

Following his movements, the figures of Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu swayed. Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, the scenery reflected on it would shatter and shake, slowly turning into a cloud of smoke. They dissipated like a phantom.

A tingling and trembling pain came from under the soles of his feet, almost spreading to the bones of his calf. Mo Yi staggered for several steps before barely standing still.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because of the disappearance of these two phantoms, Mo Yi raised his head and saw a piece of familiar clothing around the corner of the room. The sound of slow footsteps seemed to come from the carpet in the corridor, the harshness of it becoming dull.

Mo Yi’s heart thumped, ignoring the faint pain in his calf, he straightened up, and rushed out with a stride.

Sure enough, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were standing in the corridor, shuffling, and walking out slowly. Their movements were stiff, and they looked like puppets on strings, being pulled forward by an invisible force.

In the dark corridor, the figures of the two were projected onto the twisted and uneven wall by the light of the flashlight, and the black shadows looked quite hideous and terrifying.

The singing voice seemed to grow louder, soft and clear as if whispering in Mo Yi’s ear:

“…my love, oh, come to me…”

Mo Yi’s eyes were in a trance for a while, as if some gloom covered his vision, making his pace stop involuntarily.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

“–leave”

Mo Yi’s whole body suddenly became cold, and a fine-grained chill appeared in his heart, like thousands of ice needles piercing his brain, which made him wake up instantly.

He supported himself on the wall beside him. The rough wall surface was cold and hard, which awakened his mind somewhat–

Mo Yi couldn’t help thinking of the strange dream he had been having. There was a voice telling him to stay, like a dark quagmire that was hard to break free from, but the whisper just now… was telling him to leave.

Who the hell was talking? What did the words mean?

Where was he going to leave? Where did he stay?

Mo Yi was in a state of confusion. He shook his head, the vision in front of him being a bit clearer, and his mind not as heavy as before. He raised his eyes and looked forward, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu were slowly pushing away the debris piled up in the corridor. Squeezing through them, they continued to move forward without delay, as if nothing could stop them.

Thanks to the traces of the fight with the spider from before, the entire corridor was filled with broken debris, and the path left deliberately before was also destroyed, blocking the way for the two to go out. Otherwise, they would have left when Mo Yi was confused.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

Now was not the time to think about these things. Once these two players die, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Mo Yi strode forward, stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu by the collars, and pulled them back forcefully.

The two people who looked like walking corpses were dragged and staggered back. They turned their heads slowly to look at Mo Yi, but there seemed to be nothing in their empty pupils.

Zhou Yunchen lifted up the broken chair on the ground stiffly, and muttered in a low voice:

“Menglin.”

There was a sweet smile on his lips, but his eyes were frozen and unfocused.

The singing in his ear was slow and sad, piercing the eardrum as if it could penetrate the wall, and dance on the human heart.

But this time Mo Yi didn’t hear any auditory hallucinations again.

He looked down at his two pale, bony and thin arms, and rationally judged the current situation.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control these two normal-sized adults by himself.

They didn’t seem to have much intelligence left, so they wouldn’t resist.

Mo Yi kicked the things removed by those two people back to the original place, then looked at the hill of sundries. He made sure that they would not be able to clear a path for a while, then turned around and walked quickly into the room again.

But as soon as he entered, he discovered that something was wrong.

The few players who were still in the attic had already climbed down one by one at this moment. Their movements were stiff and their eyes were blank, as if they were listening to something ecstatically.

Then, they moved.

With a sweet smile on their lips, their stiff limbs led them and they slowly moved towards the door. Their unfocused eyes stared at the door, as if they were looking at someone through the air.

The singing in his ear had ups and downs, singing elegantly and lyrically:

”My love, oh, come to me!”

Seeing those players walking towards him, Mo Yi quickly closed the door with a “snap”. The movement was so big that it almost knocked the dust off the door. There was a slow and continuous knocking sound, hammering persistently at the broken door.

Mo Yi tugged on the door desperately. There was a ‘bang bang’ sound from the door panel, which made his hands ache from the shock.

He sneakily turned his head to look at Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu on the other side of the corridor. They were still picking up the debris piled up in the corridor stiffly. Although the speed was not fast, they were steady and persistent.

Mo Yi was anxious. If they continued like this, sooner or later, these two people would be able to clear a path and follow the voice that tempted them to go downstairs.

But according to the current situation, once he lets go, the people behind the door will definitely rush out.

At that time, it would be one-on-five. Although the confused players were not aggressive, it may be difficult to stop them with his strength.

Mo Yi’s brows were tightly wrinkled, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his pair of dark eyes shone with complicated light on his pale face.

At this moment, Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu suddenly stopped, and then they both fell to the ground at the same time, making two heavy, muffled sounds on the carpet-covered wooden floor.

Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

A pale face slowly emerged from the shadows in the corridor.

Ivy.

Her hoarse voice sounded in the corridor: “Don’t worry, they’re not dead.”

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and gave her a faint smile: “Thank you.”

Ivy’s facial expression was stiff and cold, her pair of dark eyes stared at Mo Yi, while she said abruptly: “You are not affected.”

Mo Yi was taken aback: “What?”

The singing voice in his ear still sang the same sentence over and over again, which sounded monotonous and weird.

In the singing, Ivy slowly twisted her lips, showing an ugly smile:

“It allows people to see the most important people in their hearts, lovers, family members, and friends, and then magnify your feelings for these people dozens or even hundreds of times.”

Mesmerize the player’s eyes and mind, leaving them in a state of love– a happy death.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly.

Although he had roughly guessed this possibility, his heart still sank when he heard Ivy say it with his own ears.

Ivy laughed hoarsely and harshly:

“You’re the first person I’ve ever met who wasn’t affected.”

The distorted smile on her face had disappeared, and the pair of dark eyes stared at Mo Yi:

“I’ve never met a person who was so cold-blooded that he didn’t feel affection for anyone.”

A noncommittal smile appeared on Mo Yi’s lips. Instead of answering Ivy’s sharp words, he changed the subject and asked:

“Since it allows people to see the most important person in their hearts, will it be useful to you?”

In other words, can you see your lover and children?

Ivy’s originally clear facial features became blurred and terrifying, and she laughed hoarsely: “What do you think?”

After finishing speaking, she seemed to no longer want to say a word to Mo Yid, but slowly disappeared into the darkness– just like when she came.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, and then sat down leaning against the door. There was a continuous and stiff knock on the door behind him, shaking his back rhythmically, but it was firmly blocked and could not be opened.

Now that Zhou Yunchen and Wang Zhu had been brought down by Ivy, he had no worries at the moment, he just needed to block the people behind him.

Mo Yi took a deep look at the darkness where Ivy disappeared. His dark eyes sank slightly.

Now, her facial features were becoming more and more clear. Her face seldom turned into the state of melting wax oil from the beginning. She spoke more and more, her logic became clearer, and her emotional changes were more and more obvious–

Her heart was getting softer.

It seemed that she was slowly changing into her appearance while alive.