<h4>Chapter 64 </h4>


    Mo Yi stared at the grave in front of him, his dark eyes deeply hidden under his eyshes, and his thin lips tightly pressed into a pale arc.


    The expression on his face was so faint that it was almost impossible to guess what he was thinking.


    Under the dark and gloomy sky, twisted walls tightly surrounded the narrow graveyard. The soft and moist soil looked strangely dark red under the light blue light overhead, as if there was blood flowing.


    Mo Yi looked down at the paper in his hand.


    On a corner of the manuscript, in clean ink, a Latin word was written in small script: vic.


    Although he didn’t know much about this ancientnguage, he could still guess what it was referring to based on the clues that the instance had given so far.


    vic salomonis.


    The Key of Solomon.


    In Jewish legends, King Solomon obtained the ability to summon demons, and wrote the spells and rituals for summoning them in this book. It was said that ording to the records of this book, he could summon real demons.


    It was a well-known ck magic book in the ult.


    However, the existing ‘Key of Solomon’, ording to subsequent research, should have been written in the name of King Solomon, by medieval demonologists and warlocks, rather than King Solomon himself.


    In addition, its earliest manuscript appeared in the 14th century. After that, due to errors in transcription and trantion, the true original was no longer avable, so it was difficult to really talk about its practicability.


    Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his lips were tight, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed the thin piece of paper in his hand.


    Under his fingertips, the rough and brittle paper surface was dyed with a touch of body temperature, reflecting a shallow light under the illumination of the shlight.


    –and this small part of the transcript that appeared in this instance…


    ording to the possible follow-up development in the hidden plot of this instance, something extraordinary may have really been summoned.


    Then it must not have been a poor transcription circting on the market at that time.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the thin piece of paper in his hand was a little heavy, and even the shallow body temperature on it seemed a little hot.


    He stuffed the manuscript, which was almost impossible to decipher, into his backpack, then walked a few steps around the open grave, and cast his eyes again into the dark hole.


    The pale head was stained with blood, half of its face was buried in the soil at the bottom of the grave, and half of the face was facing the outside. The pair of half-open and turbid eyes seemed to be covered with ayer of white haze, casting an empty look at Mo Yi.


    Even with mental preparation, Mo Yi couldn’t help but shrink.


    –The head was clearly facing the other direction before.


    And in the few minutes he didn’t pay attention, the mutted and unfeeling corpse moved by itself, turning its face to him again.


    An inexplicable chill rose instantly from the soles of his feet, climbing along the meridians to his back like a gangrene attached to the bones, ending at the back of his neck.


    Mo Yi took a deep breath and turned his eyes.


    Since entering the game, it could be said that the weird things he encountered were endless. Even if he was fully prepared psychologically, his body would still give the most primitive and real reactions uncontrobly.


    After all, it was still hard to get used to the feeling that your materialist worldview has been subverted after more than 20 years.


    He looked deeply at the whole open space for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave all the scenes here in his mind, then turned and walked out.


    The outside of the house was more elusive and the variables were greater. The longer he stood outside, the less safe it was.


    Mo Yi nced at the light blue countdown hanging above his head, pursed his lips, and walked inside.


    Suddenly his foot bumped into something hard. It was especially strange in the soft and moist soil, and it was very obvious when he stepped on it.


    He was stunned, and lowered his head to look at his feet.


    In the dark red soil he saw a lot of pale bones buried shallowly. The thinyer of soil above was kicked away just now, revealing the tiny white bones underneath.


    Mo Yi raised his head thoughtfully and nced at the open space surrounded by narrow and twisted walls.


    It was only then that he discovered some clues… It seemed that in every corner of this yard small and inconspicuous bags were buried, exactly five in total.


    This piece ofnd…seemed to have the shape of an obscure pentagon.


    Mo Yi’s brows furrowed tightly. He raised his head and quickly looked around the walls surrounding the whole yard, sketching the internal shape of the whole house in his heart.


    The next second, he was stunned and couldn’t help but look around again at the twisted and narrow walls, then at the odd-shaped room in front of him, to make sure that he was not wrong.


    This house had two rooms on the first floor and three rooms on the second floor. If one looked at the general shape and direction of their extension, and this pentagon shaped piece ofnd, it could just form aplete reverse pentagram.


    And these two graves were right in the middle of this pentagram.


    The only variable was the kitchen.


    It was not included in the system of the pentagram, but stuck out indirectly, while the road to enter this yard was blocked tightly, and was extremely difficult to find.


    Mo Yi’s brows and eyes sank slightly– it seemed that he had to search the kitchen again.


    But before that, he still had some unresolved clues at hand.


    Mo Yi looked down at the bones in the soil beside his feet, then squatted down, carefully brushing away the soil that was slowly seeping blood on the bones, revealing the full picture of the bones underneath.


    The skeletons of several small animals were exposed, the small skulls and theplete slender tailbones were half buried in the soil, and there were severalplete small skeletons under them, which looked surprisingly familiar.


    Mo Yi didn’t even need to distinguish carefully to know what species they came from–


    cats and frogs.


    The tiny animal bones shone eerily in the dark red soil, and the sharp color contrast deeply stung people’s eyeballs.


    At this moment, Mo Yi felt that his little finger was gently hooked.


    The familiar soft touch wrapped around his fingertip, sessfully pulling him out of his thoughts.


    Mo Yi pursed his lips, and looked up at the sky. The thick unchangeable darkness seemed to flow faintly, absorbing all the light, leaving only a ck hole-like void, making the shining countdown in the air look even more dazzling.


    He had been out for nearly half an hour.


    The palm of his hand was hooked softly again, and the cool touch slid along the arc of Mo Yi’s wrist bone, as if reminding him of something.


    Mo Yi didn’t dy any longer, and quickly ran along the path in front of the house. He didn’t dare to stop for a moment, and gradually increased his speed.


    He quickly crossed the barrennd, following the long narrow path onto the porch.


    Out of the corner of his eye, the darkness behind him seemed to move slightly.


    Mo Yi felt a sudden shock, stretched out his hand and pushed open the oddly shaped door, raising his leg to step into the house.


    The wooden door was closed behind him, and the candlelight in the dim room illuminated his eyes faintly. The familiar smell of rotting wood and dust spread to his nose. Mo Yi, who was almost incapacitated by the strong smell of blood just now, couldn’t help but take a breath and rx the tense muscles in his body.


    A peace of mind after returning to the enclosed space enveloped him.


    Mo Yi blinked, and after readjusting to the light in the house, he couldn’t help being taken aback.


    All the surviving people looked at him in shock, staring at him closely, half in disbelief, as if they had seen some rare animal.


    The gaze of the crowd was a thorn in Mo Yi’s back. He moved his footsteps, but found that everyone’s eyes followed him.


    Mo Yi thought for a while, raised a hand awkwardly, and said stiffly:


    “……Hi?”


    Everyone: “…”


    At this moment, Yu Ran walked up from the back of the crowd. After seeing Mo Yi, her eyes widened involuntarily. She took a few steps forward and said hesitantly:


    “What’s on your body?”


    Mo Yi was stunned when he heard the words, and looked down at himself following Yu Ran’s eyes.


    As he was searching for clues on thend, the blood oozing from the soil stained his clothes, the light-colored shirt was covered with fresh bloodstains, the scarlet color looked shocking, and the soles of his shoes were sttered with blood and mud, even his fingers were stained red with blood.


    His whole person looked like he got through a massacre.


    In other words– like a freaky murderer who just finished his deed.


    Mo Yi was a little helpless. He looked up at Yu Ran and asked, “Are there any tissues?”


    Yu Ran was stunned, nodded, took out a few wet tissues from her backpack and handed them to Mo Yi.


    Mo Yi took the tissues and wiped his fingers quickly and easily. The tissues were quickly dyed with arge amount of light red, which looked shocking.


    He didn’t care about his shirt and trousers. After all, they were soaked with blood, and he probably couldn’t save them if he wiped them.


    Yu Ran, standing to the side, took a few steps closer, and said half in amazement and half in doubt: “You actually survived. I just saw the man with scattered limbs climbing down the stairs. I thought…”


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and nced at her with a smile:


    “Thought that I died?”


    There was no special meaning in his eyes, but Yu Ran’s cheeks were hot when she looked at him, and she didn’t know what to say.


    Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the circle of people, seeing that they all avoided his gaze a little ufortably, he continued to say:


    “The upstairs is not as unsafe as imagined. Just avoid it when the time changes every hour, and don’t try to ovee the monsters head-on.”


    Mo Yi stuffed the tissues he wiped his hands with in the side pocket of his backpack, ignoring everyone’s colorful expressions, and walking towards the dark corridor beside the stairs.


    Yu Ran’s heart suddenly burst, and she opened her mouth to stop him: “Where are you going now?”


    Mo Yi took a step, turning his face slightly, he revealed a small half of his pale face with smooth lines, his cool voice slightly low:


    “Kitchen.”


    Yu Ran took a deep breath and seemed to have made up her mind. Following her inner intuition, she elerated a few steps, following the straight back of the man in front, and then said:


    “Come on, I’ll go with you.”