Chapter 124

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned: "What?"

Mo Yi turned his head to look at her, his dark black eyes narrowed slightly, and amber-like glimmer under the light of the flashlight:

"The most symbolic symbol in this dungeon is the butterfly. It will appear on the wall after the player leaves the fantasy, such as the butterfly in the room on the second floor, and this one."

He pointed behind him at the wall next to him.

Jiang Yuanrou looked along his fingertips, her eyes fell on the ugly butterfly stained with blood, lying quietly on the wall, and nodded gently: "Yes."

Mo Yi looked down at the butterfly painting behind the medical record and said in a deep voice:

"All butterflies appear because of the end of the illusion, and are also painted in blood, with only one exception-"

He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, his pale fingertips on the handwriting below the medical record, and then said in a deep voice:

"And, there, I've seen the same words."

Jiang Yuanrou was slightly stunned and subconsciously took the thin, dusty medical record from Mo Yi's hand.

Mo Yi let go of his hand loosely, then reached out and pulled open the door of the room, and whispered: "Let's go."

The two walked out of the room one by one, and the only light in the corridor flashed lightly and extinguishedly not far away, illuminating the cold and grim walls and dirty floors with the outlines of shadows that appeared and appeared.

On the floor was the semi-solidified pool of blood from the man nailed to the wall, and the heavy dust and blood scent spread in the cramped space.

Mo Yi walked quickly over the scattered paper and broken furniture on the ground, and walked forward with great strides.

Then it stayed under the pale and cold lamp, which made a soft sizzling sound above its head, illuminating this part of the corridor - and the half-open black-hole door on the side of the corridor.

Mo Yi stood in front of the door and shone the flashlight in his hand into the door.

The room was as dark as usual, and the light column of the flashlight moved slowly in the room, illuminating the scenery inside one by one.

The iron bed where he woke up was lying crookedly in the depths of the ward, with a belt broken by Mo Yi on it, quietly printing a deep shadow on the cold leather.

In front of the iron bed is the dirty sign, with blurred handwriting hidden in the darkness.

Mo Yi walked into the room, Jiang Yuanrou frowned and followed.

He stopped facing the iron bed, and the lamp post of the flashlight in his hand fell on the wall opposite the iron bed-

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes moved in the direction of the light column in his hand. When she saw the pattern on the wall, she was slightly stunned, then frowned, and her eyes were tightly stuck to the wall.

I saw that under the pale light, the wall was covered with dark brown blood, and the dazzling semi-dried blood stains were deeply shadowed. Countless messy graffiti formed a huge butterfly, lying quietly on the wall, staring at her with wooden patterns on her wings.

Jiang Yuanrou stared at it tightly, then slowly took a step forward, only then did she realize the difference between this butterfly and the other places.

The other butterflies were drawn on the wall with blood, and this butterfly... seemed to be buttoned on the wall with fingernails.

The uneven and undulating lines are semi-coagulated blood and flesh residues, and the remaining nails are deeply embedded in the wall. Just looking at it makes people feel numb.

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes fell on the words made of blood in the corner of the wall:

“stop”

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Mo Yi, and was about to ask something, but she saw him suddenly move without warning.

Jiang Yuanrou couldn't help but get stuck in her throat without saying anything, but she looked at Mo Yi fumbled around in the room with a little dumbfounded look. It took her a while before she found her voice, lowered her voice and asked:

“…What are you looking for?”

Mo Yi took the time to turn his head and glanced at Jiang Yuanrou, then quickly turned his gaze, lowered his head and continued to flip things:

"A tool for suicide."

Jiang Yuanrou was surprised: "…what?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a squeak of iron bed being dragged from the narrow room, and the metal foot of the bed brought sparks on the rough concrete floor.

Mo Yi realized the ambiguity in his words, stopped pulling the iron bed, and stood up and looked at Jiang Yuanrou:

“…It’s not suicide.”

He paused, organized his language, and continued:

"The process of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly is a death for the larvae of butterfly, and this should be the pursuit of Edwin's evil personality. He believes that human existence itself is an ugly caterpillar, and only death will bring new vitality, just like a butterfly."

Jiang Yuanrou slowly narrowed her eyes and murmured in a low voice:

"Death is life..."

Mo Yi nodded hurriedly and continued with some excuses: "According to Edwin's obsession with butterflies, the key to leaving his spiritual world should be in this room."

Jiang Yuanrou took over the conversation: "So, we found the door, but we just needed not to find the key. Is that what does that mean?"

Mo Yi nodded and continued:

"According to the previous prompts of this copy, we are now trapped in Edwin's spiritual world, and we are actually like larvae trapped in a cocoon. To escape from this cocoon, we must "dead" once."

Mo Yi frowned with some distress, paused, and then said in a deep voice:

"But ordinary death will certainly not only not allow us to leave, but will also make us truly die... That's why I said we are looking for tools for suicide."

Jiang Yuanrou nodded in a clear way, then rolled up her sleeves and walked up, showing a light smile at Mo Yi:

"I understand, so, you'd better let me do this, otherwise you might have to move your bed forever."

Mo Yi: "..."

He took a few steps back wisely, made way for Jiang Yuanrou, and then stood behind her and watched her easily drag the iron bed out of the original place-

At this moment, Mo Yi leaned against the cold wall. The uneven wall made him shake slightly, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the ugly and twisted butterfly on the wall behind him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the wall with concentration, as if he was thinking deeply...

Even Jiang Yuanrou called him behind him but didn't hear him.

Mo Yi slowly stretched out his fingers, sank his fingertips into the depression on the wall, and then slowly slid and rubbed along the direction of the lines' undulating.

When his fingertips touched the eye-like pattern on one of the wings, a stinging pain came.

Mo Yi couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss" and then picked up his fingers from the wall as if burned.

A drop of bright red blood oozed out of his wound and slowly slid down his pale fingertips.

Mo Yi looked at the wall and saw a few drops of blood left on the place he had just touched. Before he could do anything, he saw a red light flashing on the blood-stained place, and the drops of blood were instantly absorbed into the wall.

His eyes lit up.

It seems that those membership test copies really have something to do with each other!

Jiang Yuanrou's eyes were also attracted by the blood on the wall, and she couldn't help but be surprised. She stepped forward:

"Blood……?"

There were two lights in the depths of Mo Yi's eyes, and he nodded: "It should be."

After saying that, he pressed his finger back to the place he had just now. The pain came instantly. Mo Yi frowned slightly and felt his blood being sucked away from his body by something.

Jiang Yuanrou was about to do the same thing, but Mo Yi spoke to stop her:

"You wait first."

Jiang Yuanrou was stunned: "Why?"

Mo Yi answered the question ok and said, "Do you know where we will go after we leave Edwin's spiritual world?"

Jiang Yuanrou frowned and had no answer.

Mo Yi looked straight into her eyes and continued:

"You can think of it this way. This dungeon has two layers. After leaving here, it will not end, but will enter the outer dungeon. After you get there, it will be your home court."

Jiang Yuanrou stared at Mo Yi, her eyebrows still frowned: "Why are you so sure?"

Mo Yi's face turned paler, and his pale lips slightly pursed:

"Just...a friend's prompt."

The candy in the pocket came with a slight hard and harsh feeling.

If this copy is closed underground, Wen Chen will not be able to come in.

And the appearance of this candy is a reminder that it is not really underground in a building, but rather a kind of existence in parallel space.

Then after leaving here, you should come to the outer world of this dungeon - which means Edwin himself faces to face.

Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanrou seriously and said:

"I'll ask you after I go out."

This dungeon is designed for the test of Jiang Yuanrou's existence. Only when Jiang Yuanrou preserves her power can she realize her maximum potential after leaving Edwin's spiritual world.

Jiang Yuanrou nodded solemnly.

However, the existence of this butterfly cannot be enough for one person's blood to feed, so when Mo Yi was already a little unable to hold on, Jiang Yuanrou also put his palm on the wall.

The butterfly's redness instantly doubled.

Mo Yi's eyes became slightly blurred, and the cold feeling spread from his fingertips to his whole body. He could hardly feel his fingers, and could only sense the cold and heavy feeling of sleepiness that pulled him down. The numb senses could no longer feel pain, or other existences.

Only cold.

It took a little while, maybe a minute, or a century.

A light click sound came from Mo Yi's ear, as if the sound of an eggshell breaking, and it came into his mind through the mist covering his senses.

The only thing that supported me seemed to suddenly disappear.

Mo Yi lost his balance in an instant and fell forward staggeringly. He closed his eyes and waited for contact with the cold ground.

The next second, he seemed to be caught by something.

Mo Yi's chest was pressed against the other person's chest, and his strong arms walked around him and hugged him firmly.

His face was buried in the other person's neck, and the familiar smell instantly surrounded him, invading his senses in a dense manner—
Chapter completed!