Chapter 202

Mo Yi asked calmly: "What do I need to pay?"

I was silent for a moment.

After a long time, the ring slowly replied:

"Since you are unwilling to give your soul, you can only use the closest alternative - your blood"

Mo Yi was stunned when he heard this.

He only heard the sound of the ring pause, and then continued slowly and clearly: "You people who grew up in this era will never be able to imagine the true value of blood. It is the source of the power of the human body, and it is also a bond that connects this world and that world. In this game that relies on that world, it stores a huge energy second only to the soul."

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes froze slightly. When he recalled his previous experience, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

He and Wen Chen were tied together at the beginning of the game because he drank Wen Chen's blood. After that, he quickly recovered every time he drank Wen Chen's blood. Although he thought that blood might be very important in this game, he did not expect that it would be so critical.

The ring seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered coldly:

"No one will be as stupid as your boyfriend, who will even put so blood on a player."

Its voice was filled with undisguised malice: "For our existence, blood is just a concrete manifestation of power, and there is no way to regenerate except to devour the soul. And fog... Judging from the state that it is so easy to imply that I am afraid it has never devoured any energy since I met you."

Mo Yi's heart was shocked, but his face still maintained his previous coldness and calmness, and his dark eyes were silent.

I found that I had not disturbed Mo Yi, and the ring seemed a bit unscathed. It changed the topic: "I don't know how deep the black matter is now. Moreover, the energy contained in blood is not as good as the soul, so before we go out, your blood cannot be broken, is it clear?"

Mo Yi did not answer the conversation, but asked, "You just said that you exist like you - so is Wen Chen's form of existence similar to yours?"

The air became silent again, and after a while, the ring replied vaguely:

“…we are similar in this regard at least.”

After saying that, it seemed to urge him impatiently: "You'd better make a choice now, I don't have much time to stick with it."

Mo Yi took back his somewhat messy thoughts, quickly passed the contract signed by himself and the ring in his brain, and nodded cautiously: "I agree to use my own blood as the driving force for you to wait for us to leave the black gel, from now on until we leave."

His words were completely invisible, and there was almost no chance for the other party to take advantage of the loopholes.

As soon as the words fell, I felt a sharp stinging pain coming from the skin where I was tightly pressed against the ring. The warm blood quickly rushed towards the painful wound. The blood-red gems flashed with a strange bright red in the dark black gelatin, as if they were drinking blood.

The sticky and cold black mucus around him seemed to surge faster. The scorching pain caused by sliding against the skin made Mo Yi feel that the black glue around him did not flow, but was being pulled upward at a rapid speed.

There is a sticky sound of liquid surging in my ears, and the temperature of my body flows rapidly with the blood.

Mo Yi felt as if he was being pulled out of the deep sea. The sharp change in pressure made his eardrums hurt, his head buzzed, and the sound of liquid friction was almost amplified to an unbearable level, while the temperature of his hands and feet was rapidly lowering. The numbness and coldness made Mo Yi almost unable to feel the existence of his limbs.

And his mind gradually became blurred with the loss of blood—

It seemed that everything was moving away, and the darkness in front of me condensed into a very small point, and the chaos in my mind seemed to be unable to understand the concepts of time and space.

In a vague state, Mo Yi seemed to hear someone talking in his ear, his voice anxious and weak, almost unrecognizable. He opened his eyes with all his might, but felt that his eyelids were heavy like lead. Even if he used all his strength, he could only barely open a gap.

The eyes were blurred, as if they were covered with a thick layer of fog, and they could not see anything clearly.

It was hazy as if there was light passing through.

The scene in front of him gradually became clearer, and the mist in front of him dissipated a little. When Mo Yi saw Wen Chen's vague side face and half of the neatly lined jaw, he seemed to be focusing on something in front of him, and from time to time he cast anxious and concerned eyes at him, but other than that, everything seemed to be blurry pure white.

In the trance caused by excessive blood loss, Mo Yi felt his spine being held by cold palms, and then he fell into a careful embrace. His pale forehead covered with cold sweat was pressed against the other party's broad chest, and the other party's trembling and fear seemed to be transmitted to him in a slight way.

Mo Yi raised his hand with difficulty and felt something that seemed to be sticky and smooth slowly sliding down his skin.

He turned his head slightly and saw that his body was tightly covered with thick black gel. The viscous liquid in his sight quickly became yellow and shriveled with naked eyes, and eventually shriveled into a thin layer of dry film, which was tightly attached to his body and could be pulled off with one tear.

Mo Yi felt that he had recovered some strength, but his whole body was still soft. He lowered his eyes and looked at the ring on his fingers. The ruby ​​on it was still bright and dazzling, but it was no longer the dazzling and strange light he had seen in the dark before, and no trace of blood was exposed from the gaps in the ring.

He slowly moved his numb fingers, and the previous stinging sensation disappeared without a trace.

Wen Chen surrounded his arms tighter, his face buried in Mo Yi's shoulder, making him unable to see his expression clearly, but his body seemed to be like a tight bowstring. Each muscle containing endless power seemed to be trying his best to suppress his surging emotions.

Mo Yi raised his hand and patted Wen Chen's back comfortably. When he raised his eyes and was about to say something, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The eyes were filled with hazy mist and endless pure white, as if they were huge eggshells, wrapping the two of them firmly in it, without seeing the slightest appearance of the outside world.

——So the fog he saw when he just woke up was not the sequelae of coma?

Mo Yi frowned slightly and asked, "...what's going on?"

He startled himself as soon as he opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse and weak, as if the sound of his throat burned by fire and smoke made him almost unable to recognize him.

Wen Chen slowly let go of him, and Mo Yi saw his whole face - he saw a few drops of solidified blood on Wen Chen's cold face, his deep-silhouetted eye sockets were slightly red, with half paranoid and half bloodthirsty madness, as if he was wandering on the edge of collapse - but his lips were cold blue-white.

...It turned out to be a rare weakness.

Mo Yi pursed his lips slightly, with a faint worry in his eyes. Although he was not willing to believe any word of the ring,... he had to admit that it was very likely to be right.

Wen Chen's tight lips trembled slightly for a few times, and then slowly and quietly told Mo Yi what had just happened.

It turned out that when Li Wang took out the butler's head, Mo Yi's condition seemed not very right. He walked towards Li Wang as if he was being trapped by a nightmare. However, Wen Chen found something was wrong and quickly pulled Mo Yi back. However, when his palm just touched Mo Yi, he fell down as if his body was being pulled away.

When there was an uproar around, Li Wang suddenly changed his face.

Endless black glue gutters surged out from his eyes, mouth, and ears, and then rushed towards Mo Yi in an extremely targeted manner. Even though Wen Chen tried hard to retreat, he still failed to prevent the black substance coming from all directions from covering Mo Yi. All he could do was to establish a barrier of fog, while trying to wake Mo Yi up from his black evil thoughts in vain and fear.

Mo Yi's expression slowly became serious. He seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"By the way, what about the other players?"

Wen Chen paused and replied: "...you can just read it."

After saying that, he waved his hand slowly, and the fog blocking his eyes became transparent with his movements. The outside world was unpredictable and the scene was before Mo Yi. Even though he was mentally prepared, Mo Yi could not help but be secretly shocked.

Outside the barrier made of fog is endless black turbid waves like the ocean, violently hitting the weak fog wall in front of you with a destructive force. Li Wang and ** floated in the center not far away. The gurgling black substance was secreted from every pore on their bodies, and their faces were twisted and crazy. Other players seemed to be controlled by these black substances. Thick black liquid flowed out of their facial features, and they attacked the fog wall desperately as if they were in a demon, even if they were hit by blood.

Mo Yi's heart shrinks slightly.

He remembered what the ring said before and left more hands on the game.

The doubts that had troubled him a long time ago came to the surface again - why, a person like Li Wang who had no reasoning and reaction ability could become a veteran player, Mo Yi's previous conclusion was that because the dungeon that Li Wang had experienced might not be difficult and had good luck, but now he thought of the opposite conclusion in his mind -

He did not "survival", but was deliberately preserved.

Everything in the game is based on negative emotions of humans, and the dangers and horror of the escape game are the most likely to arouse human fear and despair and other emotions. If a little more appropriate catalyst can be added to it, the relationship between players and players will be fragile and guide players to engage in internal strife, then the generation of negative emotions will be richer.

And Li Wang is just one of them.

There are seeds planted by the game in his body, and they are deliberately placed in this dungeon that he has not strictly regulated. Li Wang's sudden change in temperament in the dungeon is likely because his personality is swallowed up by the negative emotions generated by the game.

and**……

Mo Yi's eyes fell on **'s body and slowly narrowed his eyes.

**'s hostility towards him is the most obvious and strongest among all players. Perhaps this is why the black substance parasitic on Li Wang will be the second choice of ** as the object of control - so the ** I noticed before handed over the leadership to Li Wang. It is very likely that the malice arising in his heart became a permeable weakness, and was targeted by the negative emotions hidden in Li Wang's body, and then successfully turned him into a part of himself.

Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers, causing his slightly numb fingertips to feel a faint pain.

And the most valuable conclusion brought by this speculation is—

The game is actively acquiring the negative emotions of the player.

Then, it is very likely that this is the starting point of starting from this, establish a dungeon, and kidnap players with suitable qualifications into the dungeon, and then use the dungeons full of horror, unknown, betrayal and despair to squeeze out the negative emotions in the hearts of players entering it, and use this as their own nourishment to further seize more evil thoughts.

Whether it is the ring or the bosses in the previous copies, what they desire is the human soul.

Therefore, the whole game is like a huge juicer. Humans are the fruits that are forced to throw themselves into, ruthlessly cut and shattered. The fear they release is peeled off from their soul blood and shells. Part of it belongs to the existence of human souls in each copy, while the other part belongs to the game.

This is simply...
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