"I think I should know what it is, but I forgot, the only thing I can confirm is that these things... are pouring out of the game."

Mo Yi frowned slowly, he glanced at Wen Chen deeply, and then withdrew his gaze before he turned his head.

Wen Chen's memory is also incomplete. After all, he didn't even remember his name before, but according to his previous performance, Wen Chen's memory is definitely not completely lost, but the game's confidentiality mechanism does not allow him to say it.

Or rather, the part he remembered was too sensitive, so even Wen Chen was not able to fight.

So when Mo Yi asked about this, Wen Chen always responded silently.

Although there is no tangible evidence to prove it, Mo Yi feels... these memories may be related to himself.

However, he didn't know how to prove his inference.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and asked in a low voice:

“What should we do now?”

Wen Chen looked at this contaminated room without recognition, then closed his eyes and pondered for a while, as if he was estimating something.

A few seconds later, he seemed to have noticed something, looked up at the upstairs and said in a deep voice:

“They are on it.”

After saying that, Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi with a serious look, then slowly stretched out his palm and let out his voice lightly:

"Can you hold my hand?"

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, stared at Wen Chen's pale palm, and said jokingly: "Are you so worried about me?"

Wen Chen replied seriously: "No, I'm actually a little scared."

Mo Yi laughed.

He knew that judging from Wen Chen's attitude, these black and viscous gel-like substances should not be underestimated. He was the only way he pulled himself out of those black substances, probably because of the solid fog he left on his wrist. Mo Yi was actually just making a joke, but he didn't expect Wen Chen to be so good at climbing along the rod.

Mo Yi shrugged helplessly and said with a smile: "...you won."

After saying that, he reached out and held Wen Chen's palm.

Mo Yi's body temperature was already low, but Wen Chen's palm was even colder than his. His slender fingers were loosely surrounded by his, like a warm and cool jade.

The two walked upstairs side by side.

The originally beautiful ring staircase was also covered with sticky black substance. The original color could no longer be seen on the white marble handle. There was only a layer of thick vinyl sticking between the railings, shining with an oily luster under the dim light, dripping slowly downwards, and landing on the stained carpet with a click.

The wall next to the stairs is also covered with thick mucus, but unlike downstairs, the black substance on the wall here slowly rises and falls like breathing. The higher the upwards, the greater its movement.

It makes people feel a strange illusion, as if they are walking in the body of some kind of creature, and the walls around them are its wriggling stomach bags, constantly secreting sticky gastric juice.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen quickly walked to the second floor.

The situation on the second floor was worse than they thought. The thick black mucus made the walls and floors of the corridor so airtightly that it ticked down from the ceiling. Every trace of mucus was slowly squirming and undulating, as if the entire corridor was alive.

Wen Chen stood at the entrance of the stairs and pondered for a while, then whispered to Mo Yi: "This is the side."

After saying that, he pulled Mo Yi in a certain direction.

While walking forward, Mo Yi observed the entire unrecognizable second floor without any trace. The walls beside him breathed together, and then motivated out as if there was life.

A pale face appeared without warning on the sticky black wall.

Mo Yi was secretly shocked in his heart, and his steps were paused slightly. He stared at the bulging face.

The face that protruded from the wall was closed with eyes, the ordinary facial features were frowning in pain, and the mouth was wide open, as if screaming silently.

Mo Yi frowned slowly - he remembered this face, this was the guard who stood at the door when he came last time.

This explains why there is no one at the door of the villa.

He turned his gaze and walked forward with Wen Chen.

The mucus that covered the entire corridor made a sticky and nauseous wriggling sound, which spread wet into the ears, making people feel goose bumps all over their body.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on a corner exposed from the mucus in the corridor, and vaguely recognized that this was the room where Jiang Yuanbai had been staying. He groped on the wall with his memory and turned on the wall lights, but through the thick mucus, it could only emit a little light that was better than nothing.

Wen Chen whispered: "We're here."

Mo Yi nodded slowly, and saw Wen Chen reaching out his hand and slowly pushing open the door that was no longer visible in shape or color.

A strange smell that was a hundred times heavier than before came instantly, causing Mo Yi to hold his breath involuntarily.

The door slowly slid inward, making a faint sound of water in the darkness.

The whole room was revealed in front of my eyes. The ground of the room was covered with a thick layer of black substance. Unlike the mucus outside the room, it looked like a hard shell, rising and falling on the ground like a tendon, and then gathered into the center of the room into a high hill.

Mo Yi reached out to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes lingered carefully in the room, and then landed in one corner of the room.

His gaze paused slightly, and his fingers that were shaking Wen Chen could not help but tighten slightly.

I saw a cell phone lying quietly in a corner near the door of the room, with the screen black.
Chapter completed!