Chapter 52

The eyes turned upside down, like a large number of color blocks shattered and merged again, occupying the entire eyeball and stabbing into the brain along the nerves.

The eardrums were occupied by the chaotic white noise. Mo Yi felt dizzy and felt his feet touching the real place. Then he realized that this time he was teleported to the copy.

But it's too late.

The nerves that were unresponsive could not support the sudden gravity, and the gravity pulled Mo Yi to fall to the ground.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand in a panic and waved it in the air, subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the next pain.

An iron hoop-like hand reached out from the side, held his arm, and a powerful force came, pulling him up.

Although Mo Yi was supported and stood still, his brain was still in chaos.

He turned his head blankly to look at the person who was supporting him, and subconsciously said, "Thank you..."

The next second, Mo Yi's voice was stuck in his throat and he could not make any sound.

The man also looked at him at the same time, his beautiful lips pursed out a sharp curve, and his eyes, which were as light as mist, stared at him tightly, as if they were dark gray oceans.

He laughed softly: "Be careful."

Mo Yi's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he lowered his voice: "You--"

Suddenly, at this time, he remembered... In fact, he still doesn't know the name of the fog until now.

"Nameless Mist" is the game prompt in the first dungeon, and "Song Qi" is someone else's name he borrowed.

Mo Yi didn't know what to call him for a moment, and couldn't help but stand still.

At this time, a strange male voice came from beside him: "Newbie?"

Mo Yi turned around and saw a tall man coming over, looking around in confusion, then asked, "What's wrong?"

Only then did he realize that the man's gaze was passing through the fog's body, as if he had not seen someone there, and he swept without any fluctuation.

Mo Yi was stunned and turned his head to look at the fog standing beside him.

I saw a smile on his cold eyebrows and eyes, and he raised a finger and pressed it on his light-colored lips, making a mouth shape:

"Shh."

Mo Yi calmed down and turned his head to look at the man, showing a natural smile:

"Not a newcomer."

He frowned and raised his chin and signaled:

"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, nodded in a clear way, and a hint of worry appeared between his eyebrows. He whispered:

"This is the first time I have encountered this situation, and it's... so strange."

Yes, this copy is indeed very strange. You know, the original copy is basically located in an enclosed room, with doors and windows locked and unable to escape.

However this time...

Mo Yi slowly looked around the entire space, his eyes wide open with nothingness, and the darkness twisted and wriggled with boundless malice and danger surrounding the platform where they were.

This time the dungeon turned out to be a semi-open space.

The ground under my feet was soft land, and the entire platform seemed to float in the vast darkness, as if it had been sunk into a dark and dark sea that was so rich that it was almost suffocating.

In the middle of the platform, there is a crooked building.

It looked very old, with its twisted and strange architectural style that looked particularly uncomfortable, with a dent on the old and dusty roof that even fell into the dust.

The whole building looks strange and almost completely out of touch with the normal house structure, which almost makes people surprised why it has not collapsed yet, and makes it impossible for people standing in front of the house to see the whole picture of the whole house clearly.

The gray glass covered the window, peeking out of the house like malicious eyes. The door in the porch was half open, and it was pitch black inside, as if whispering something, waiting for the arrival of prey.

——Mo Yi and others were standing in the open space in front of the porch of this house.

There were also players who were teleported to the dungeon one after another, and their figures appeared out of thin air in the darkness. Except for some who were quick-witted, the others fell down like Mo Yi.

Mo Yi looked at him calmly, counting silently in his heart.

Although he knew that the time for each player to be teleported into the dungeon was different, this was also the first time he saw other players being teleported into the dungeon.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes without any trace, and his dark eyes were filled with depression.

Soon, the player's teleportation ended.

Looking at the players with different facial expressions, either confused or terrified, Mo Yi thought with joy in his pain:

This is the benefit of copy being an open space--there will be no more noisy newcomers.

After all, this room floating in the dark and the weird room are too out of common sense, and no one can use this as a prank game mindlessly.

This time, since everyone was teleported to the same place and did not need to gather again, the ethereal game sounded quickly:

"Hello, welcome to the large-scale live escape game - stayalive."

The female voice surrounded the entire dark and cold space, which sounded particularly weird and cunning.

"Your only mission is to survive in the ancient house for 7 hours.

The following are tips for you:

Born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, buried in the soil on Sunday, this is the life of Solomon Grandi.

I wish you a happy game.”

The straightforward and emotional mechanical female voice slowly recites sentences with a very strong sense of rhythm, which makes people feel frightened in such an environment.

Mo Yi was stunned.

This prompt... He had heard it. This is a nursery rhyme from the 19th century Britain, which is widely circulated.

Mo Yi frowned and looked up at the void that wrapped the platform. As the female voice fell, a familiar fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the dark sky without a trace of light:

6:59:56

Solomon Grandi's life was only seven days, and this time they survived exactly seven hours...

——Is there any internal connection here?

He took a deep breath and suppressed countless questions that emerged in his heart. Then he looked up at the players with different facial expressions.

There are 17 players this time.

The proportion of veterans is not low, with at least ten people.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and frowned in confusion.

Although there are many seniors this time, there are still newcomers joining.

Before entering the game, Mo Yi had two guesses about this dungeon. One is that the entire dungeon is a membership test dungeon, and the participants are candidate members of the advanced player club.

Second, this is a very difficult dungeon. Newcomers and seniors with bad luck are teleported in. Member candidates who complete the dungeon become senior members of the club, while other players who have not become candidate members are still settled according to the rewards of high-difficulty dungeons.

——Since newcomers have joined this dungeon, the first guess is obviously overturned.

So...is it the second type?

Mo Yi was inexplicably uneasy.

The newcomers who were teleported in looked around this bizarre and extraordinary space, with their wide eyes full of fear of the unknown.

The panic spread and fermented among the crowd, expanding and occupying every gap, squeezing every strand of air for breath.

Just then, a female veteran stepped forward and broke the stagnant atmosphere.

She is tall and slender, with a faint impatient relationship between her beautiful eyebrows, and she spoke to the trembling 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, which can help you."

She paused, looked around the quiet platform with sharp eyes and continued:

"And it's better not to act alone."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have turned on some switch, and a low sob sounded in the crowd. The veteran frowned in a little annoyed, stopped saying anything, and turned around and looked at the twisted house in the center of the platform.

Other veterans also scattered, looking for clues on this narrow platform.

Mo Yi also followed everyone and walked slowly around the house.

It was just a deserted and empty land, with several withered crooked trees planted on it, low and yellow, with skinny branches shining with dead gray, poking towards the sky.

There is a crooked path on the desolate and soft yellow land, extending from the edge of the entire platform, appearing suddenly from the darkness, and then windingly connects to the twisted porch of the house.

The entire platform is not large in size, and people walked around here shortly after a long time.

Apart from having a clearer understanding of the fact that the house is crooked, there is nothing to gain.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to the room standing in the center of the entire platform.

It stood there quietly, in the strangely shaped porch, and the dilapidated door was half open, revealing a dark corner of it.

It seems like waiting for something.

The male veteran who had just talked to Mo Yi said, "...I can only go in now."
To be continued...