Chapter 80:

Chapter Eighty
Mo Yi's face became increasingly bloodless, except for the dark eyes, which were like two cold stars in the snow.
He tightened his brow, turned his head around the room, glanced lightly over the stunned crowd behind him, and whispered subconsciously:
"This is ... Solomon Grandi's last day."
Others also thought of this hint at the beginning of the game and accidentally hit a chill.
More dust fell around the body, and the twisted and uneven ceiling cracked a few deep gaps as if overwhelmed, and gray dust splashed down the wall.
As if the dominoes were touched, the chain effect spread quickly with the corner of the collapse, and the whole house seemed to fall into the strange circle of collapse, irrevocably sliding towards the abyss that fell and collapsed.
More dust fell from the side and accumulated thickly on the bodies and feet of everyone. The entire air seemed to be filled with dust, as if the inhaled and exhaled air was mixed with countless dust, bringing a heavy sense of suffocation.
For a while, the players have no God, and they subconsciously look at the only person in the team who knows exactly what they want to do, like a drowning person looking for driftwood, and nervously and eagerly seeking help from the most determined person.
At the same time, they looked at Mo Yi and hurriedly exclaimed:
"What next?"
Mo Yi raised her eyes and quickly looked around the whole house. She estimated the tendency of the desertification of the house a little in her heart, and then she decided to open it and said:
"Go out."
This distorted house is like a sand castle, which was pushed into the palm of the hand by the child's palm and fell into a state of complete collapse. The ceiling hangs in mid-air, the wall collapses downwards like the mud softened by the water, and the floor becomes sandy texture. It is like a vortex that attracts everyone to slide downward, which is very difficult.
Mo Yi raised his arm to cover his head, in case the sand falling from his head lost his sight, and then tried his best to break away the mud-like dust under his feet and rushed towards the open door.
When the crowd sprinted to the door, they saw that the door suddenly closed with a bang.
Yu Ran took a big step forward, reached out and held the doorknob, and the door frame and door panel, which had been close to the sandification, were welded together like a copper wall and iron wall. No matter how hard she shook, the door could not be opened.
She gritted her teeth, took a few steps back, rushed to the wooden door, and tried to knock the door open with her own body's impulse, but it seemed useless except to make herself covered with dust.
Looking at the solid door, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom of the valley, and their mood was almost desperate.
This room wants to bury them alive!
Just like that Solomon Grady was buried in the land forever!
Mo Yi's eyebrows were tightly frowning, trying to keep his mind clear at the moment of life and death, his gaze patrolling the entire wall of the house, trying to find a breakthrough.
Just then, his eyes brightened.
The entire house is sanding, and this wall is no exception. The window frame near the inside and half of it are turned into dust. A few pieces of dirty glass fall out, revealing a gap, and can be seen through the broken glass. There was a faint weird red light on the dry and deserted land outside the window.
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she didn't think much about it. The body had already acted before the brain.
He quickly stepped in front of the window, and struck the half-sandified window frame with a strong impact, trying to find any hole that could be used from the wall.
Several other people saw Mo Yi ’s movements and came forward to help, hitting the seemingly impenetrable wall with their own weight and physical impulse, heavy dust fell with their movements and spilled their heads. With a look, the shy crowd coughed again and again.
The debris and wooden blocks on the head fell down and fell on the shoulders and brought an undeniable pain. They instantly turned into dust as soon as they came in contact with everyone, and then slid down the floor along the body of everyone and accumulated under their feet. Under thick sand.
Unconsciously, the sand on the ground has already reached the knee so high. If you want to move, you must first pull your legs out of the sand and then step back into the soil.
The players moved their bodies in the sand and tried their best to attack the walls of the house.
However, the development of the matter was unsatisfactory. Even if everyone tried harder, the wall that was still in the sand remained motionless, and only a few traces of irritating dust fell from it, as if some malicious magic was trapping them. They leave in general.
-As in the reproduction of the first nursery rhyme.
The only difference is that the last time the outside players wanted to come in, this time the inside players wanted to go out.
The faces of everyone were despairing, their bodies and palms were shaking because of excessive force, but like shaking a tree, they could not help the seemingly crumbling wall in front of them.
Mo Yi clenched his lips, and his fist struck against the broken window for the last time. The sting of the heart came down the palm of his hand, but still couldn't dispel the irritability in his heart.
The sand has spread to the thighs.
Just then, the ticking sound sounded in a crumbling sound, Mo Yi froze, looking down at his palm.
The scratched glass-wrapped wound spread from the back of the hand to the pale palms, and a large amount of blood poured out from the wound, and then slid down the thinly contoured wrist, splashing on the gradually desertified wall.
I saw the bright blood dripping just now, and the sand seemed to cling to it as if there was life. Suffering eagerly and eagerly sucking every drop of blood, the rounded blood droplets shrank at the speed visible to the naked eye, and a small piece of sand on top of it also appeared vacant .
Mo Yi's eyes lighted up instantly. He looked up at Yu Ran and shouted loudly:
"Sword! Give me!"
Yu Ran heard a few words, but still reached out and pulled the heavy kitchen knife from the backpack behind him and handed it to Mo Yi.
Mo Yi took the handle, weighed it slightly in his hand, and then gritted his teeth and cut it to the center of his palm.
The stinging wound instantly expanded, more blood poured along the wound, and a thick smell instantly spread in the air. The bright blood formed a sharp contrast with the pale skin, and the strong visual impact was almost astonishing. Can't help looking away.
He pressed his injured palm tightly against the slowly desertified wall, and the sand, trying to drink blood thirsty, gushed into the palm of his hand, revealing a conspicuous vacancy.
At this moment, the sand in the room had reached the waist and was still piled up continuously.
The people's eyes lighted up instantly, as if a person in despair suddenly saw a stretched rope appearing in front of them.
They took the kitchen knife in Mo Yi's hand, and also made a knife in the palm of their hand, and then attached the palms to the sides of the wall. More sand squirmed and followed the smell of blood toward not far away. A large void was exposed on the wall instantly.
Looking at the hole that almost symbolized hope, everyone's already dim eyes finally lighted up.
They didn't dare to stay, so at the fastest speed they could, the cat was on its waist and crawled out one by one from the big hole in the wall one by one.
Mo Yi retracted the palm that had been on the sandy wall. His pale face became almost transparent due to blood loss. He squeezed his lips tightly, followed behind everyone, and his lean body got out without any effort. .
The moment his body left the house, the house behind him collapsed quickly, and it crashed with a bang.
dusty.
There was only a faint dark red sand in front of him, and the crumbling porch fell to the ground as the whole house collapsed, and then became a dust, mixed with other sand.
The crowd stood on the open space in front of the house, panting for the rest of their lives, covered with dust and dripping blood all over their bodies, looking grey and embarrassed.
Mo Yi took out a bandage from her backpack and entangled the wound on her palm.
Excessive blood loss caused his lips to lose their color. On the nearly transparent and pale face, a pair of dark eyes became deeper and deeper, and the scary light was almost intimidating.
He frowned at the scattered sand.
There are still a lot of unrefined remnants on the sand, standing firmly in the center of the sand, looking scattered and scattered, seemingly irregular, but seem to make sense.
Mo Yi moved his steps and looked at that direction from another angle.
He could not help but hesitated.
I saw a patch of land in the faintly dark red sand. The soil above was particularly eye-catching. The soil on it was pure bright red, as if it had been soaked with fresh blood. There are two small, simple steles.
Mo Yi was shocked-that was the tombstone of Erica and John.
He couldn't help but take two steps back slowly, and his breathing was quick. He stared at the wall that was still falling before him, then turned his head sharply and looked back.
A vague idea took shape in his heart.
The seemingly chaotic dead trees, and the long and crooked paths, including the weird and odd walls, slowly formed a complete picture in his mind.
Everything, exactly, formed the huge nick in the interior of the tomb, the deformed inverted pentagram and the simple-lined sheep skull were enlarged and restored on a whole land!
And that blood-red land is the center of the whole pattern!
At this moment, the soft and fuzzy nursery rhymes sounded, and the innocent and slender children's voice sounded pleasant and beautiful, as if singing the sweetest thing in the world.
But at this moment, it can only cause the deepest trembling in people's hearts.
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