Chapter 82

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly rapid, and the hot blood flowed along his heart to his limbs, which became faintly hot under his cold skin. He moved his fingers, and a dull pain like paralysis came from the wound, and a faint feeling of dizziness came in front of his eyes.

He lowered his head and glanced across his palm.

The snow-white bandages tied randomly were completely soaked in the dark red by blood. The dripping blood flowed down his fingertips. The dark red soil quickly absorbed the dripping blood, bringing a more gloomy red color.

There is no tendency for wounds to heal at all.

He quickly glanced at the other players, and the wounds on their arms were flowing down continuously, as if they had just been cut.

Mo Yi's heart sank secretly, and he raised his eyes to Ivy, who was standing in the center of the land.

Her face was pale, and her black eyes looked even more creepy on her face. At some point, a huge and heavy kitchen knife was firmly held in her hand.

The knife was exactly the same as the one Yu Ran found in the kitchen, but it was even brighter and sharper, as if he would be cut by just looking at it. The tip of the knife slowly dripped downward with a heavy evil spirit.

It should be the weapon Ivy used to kill and dismember people.

Ivy stood straight on the soil that was seeping blood, her terrifying eyes staring at everyone. She didn't move and didn't dare to do anything, for fear that her every move would alarm the other party.

After all, this platform is not big, and there is no shielding to block it, so there is no place to run if you want to run.

Everyone complained secretly, and they had a premonition that a disaster was coming.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the tense atmosphere of confrontation seemed to be filled with flammable objects, and it could be done with just a slight movement.

But Ivy was still standing there without movement. Her pale and slender fingers tightly clutched the hilt of the knife, her knuckles were a little blue, and her expressionless face flashed, and she looked as if she was dominated by two strong and extreme impulses. Her dark eyes were flashing with complex expressions.

Yu Ran noticed Ivy's shake. She quickly glanced at the players and the land that had nowhere to hide, gritted her teeth, and shouted in a desperate situation:

"Ivy! The two behind you are not your children! They are just two empty shells used to tempt and control you!"

The struggle on Ivy's face became more and more obvious, and her fingers holding the hilt became looser and tighter, tighter and looser.

Yu Ran keenly noticed the change in her attitude, her eyes lit up, and then raised her voice and continued to shout:

"You have suffered hundreds of years to prevent the epidemic from spreading. If you are bewitched by the demons now, everything will be in vain!"

The shaking expression on Ivy's face became more and more obvious. She slowly covered her body with a thin layer of charred shell, slowly spreading upward from the soles of her feet, and it seemed that she was inclined to return to normal.

At this moment, the soft and soft childish voice rang behind her:

"Mother."

Ivy was shocked and turned her head to look at the two children behind her. They looked at her with big blue eyes open, and her bright red lips were filled with a pure smile:

"Don't you want to be with us forever?"

"Don't you love us anymore?"

Ivy's pale face was slowly covered with hard armor, and a loving smile appeared on her face, and her dark eyes were affectionate and silenced: "Of course I love you, we will be together forever."

Everyone's nerves were tense to the point of collapse. Mo Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed Yu Ran, who was still trying to say something. His pale palms stained with half-dried blood left dark red blood on her light sleeves.

Yu Ran turned her head and looked straight at Mo Yi's eyes that were as deep as a creek, and she was stunned.

Before she could react, Mo Yi came to her ear and said a few words in a low voice.

Yu Ran was stunned, and his eyes were filled with surprise, but before he could ask his doubts, he could only hear the child not far away opening his mouth and smiling at Ivy:

"Mom, would you please sing a song for me, just like you do every night?"

The last trace of struggle on Ivy's face disappeared, a pale, emotionally unconscious face looked stiff and tidy, and a pair of dark eyes turned to everyone one by one, with the intent of killing that could not hide its paranoia and cruelty.

Her blue-white fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and the dark red blood dripped down the blade, and the charred shell on her body peeled off again, falling to the ground.

She walked towards everyone and hummed the nursery rhyme gently:

“…whatarelittleboysmade?frogsandsnails…”

Everyone was cold all over, and they turned around and ran away regardless of whether there was any place to hide. They used all their strength to run in different directions, praying in their hearts that they would not be the first to be targeted.

After all, there are so many people, so there will definitely be some vitality when you run scatteredly.

But their hidden desires were soon lost.

Ivy's figure twisted in the air for a while, then slowly dissipated in the air, and appeared next to a player a few seconds later.

Her stiff arm was raised, and the cold blade fell from the air, and with a shrill scream, the blade in her hand severely cut off the wrist and ankle of the caught player.

Large trunks of blood gushed out along the wound, pale bones emerged from the flesh and blood, and heart-wrenching wails of everyone's eardrums, making the listener unable to help but fight.

Ivy's pale cheeks were splashed with bright blood. She moved her eyes stiffly, her arms drooped, and the blood dripped down the blade to the ground, and then was drank by the greedy sand.

Unexpectedly, she did not continue to slay the tragic player, cut his throat and dug out his knees, but let him roll in the blood, as if she was just to abolish his power of action and turn him into a container for bloodletting only.

Mo Yi's eyes stayed on the land that had absorbed blood all over the ground for a moment.

Ivy slowly dissipated in the air.

Everyone's hearts were tense, their scalp was numb, and they ran desperately in the opposite direction, as if they could escape from Ivy's sight.

Unlike them, Mo Yi was running towards the blood-red land in the center.

While running, he tore off the bandage wrapped around his palms. He gritted his teeth, put his fingers into the ferocious and bloody wound in his palms, and then pulled them hard.

A large piece of flesh flipped up along his movements, and warm blood poured out along the wound, leaving a nearly scorching temperature on his cold skin.

The severe pain made Mo Yi's eyes dark, and the sharp pain stimulated his peripheral nerves and pulled his brain hard. Too much blood loss caused his thinking to become a little dull.

According to what he had previously interpreted in the Human Book, completing the last step of the sacrifice requires extremely large amounts of blood.

So if you want to escape from the collapsed sand house, you must release a lot of blood. So the first person Ivy chased just now was the one with the deepest wounds and the most bleeding among them.

But now it's him.

Mo Yi's teeth were clenched, and there seemed to be a faint smell of rust in his mouth, as if he could not detect the pain. He used force to his fingertips and pressed hard into his wounds, touching the white bones under his thin flesh.

More blood flowed down his fingers.

He forced his mind and his eyes were locked tightly in the blood-red line of sight. The only dark color in his eyes-

tombstone.

You must be as close to it as possible.

The air in front of him gradually distorted, and Ivy's figure slowly condensed in front of him.

Mo Yi's breathing was as rapid as fire burning his throat, and the chaotic heartbeat beat the tight drums in his ears.

The cold light of the blade flashed in the afterglow and rose high in the air!

Perhaps because of his constant vigilance, Mo Yi's reaction was quick. He stopped suddenly, took a big step back quickly, and actually avoided the fatal attack!

Watching Ivy turn her face stiffly and slowly pull her limbs, it seems that she is going to give him another blow.

Mo Yi grabbed the gap tightly, stared at Ivy's dark and wooden eyes, and said:

"I know you're here!"

Ivy's movements paused slightly, and Mo Yi's eyes keenly captured her movements. He took this opportunity to speak and said with a very fast speed:

"If you lose a little self-awareness, you should have cut off the player's throat with one knife and use his powerful artery to bleed, but you didn't, but cut off his wrist and ankle. You are stopping you from doing it yourself!"

Ivy's face twisted slightly, and her hands holding the hilt stopped stiffly in the air.

Mo Yi stared at her with his eyes, his heart was full of trouble. He didn't think his words would be of use to this paranoid soul that had been deeply trapped in mud. However, after all, his goal was not here-

He took advantage of the moment when Ivy was distracted and shouted:

"Now!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed out from the shadow in the corner of the wall like an arrow!

Yu Ran's eyes were like a torch, holding the kitchen knife that was exactly the same as Ivy in his hand, and rushed towards the two children standing on the blood-red land like a boat!

After whispering to Mo Yi just now, Yu Ran tied his wrists with residual bandages to limit the blood flow rate. When everyone was running around, he leaned against the center of the land with the shadows standing between the walls.

Mo Yi's almost self-destructive behavior attracted Ivy's attention, so Yu Ran's actions were so smooth.

Aiwei noticed the change over there the next second, and a pale face twisted in an instant. Angry flames instantly burned in the black eyes that had just been shaken by Mo Yi's words.

The paranoid and vicious face looked terrifying and weird, and the cruelty in his eyes made people tremble.

A hoarse roar in her throat that was not like the existence of the world, as if she was angry with a lioness who had lost her cub. She abandoned Mo Yi standing beside her and turned to pounce towards Yu Ran!

Mo Yi took a deep breath and rushed to the open and empty grave with a quick glance.
Chapter completed!