Mo Yi's face became increasingly bloodless, only the dark eyes were dark and dark, like two cold stars in the sky full of snow.

He frowned, turned his head and looked around the room, and his eyes slid slightly from the stunned people behind him, and subconsciously murmured:

"This is...Solomon Grandi's last day."

Others also thought of this prompt at the beginning of the game and shuddered.

More dust fell around me, and the twisted and uneven ceiling cracked several deep gaps as if overwhelmed, and gray dust scattered along the walls.

It seemed like a touched domino, the chain effect spread rapidly with a corner of the collapse, and the whole house seemed to be trapped in a circle of collapse, irreversibly sliding towards the falling and collapsed abyss.

More dust fell from his side and accumulated thickly on everyone's bodies and feet. The entire air seemed to be filled with dust, as if countless dust was mixed in the inlet and outgoing air, bringing a strong sense of suffocation.

The players were silent for a moment and subconsciously looked at the only person in the team who knew clearly what they were going to do, just like a drowning person looking for driftwood, nervously and panic seeking the help of the person with the strongest will.

They looked at Mo Yi at the same time and asked loudly:

"What should I do next?"

Mo Yi raised his eyes and quickly looked around the whole house. He slightly estimated the trend of the house sanding in his mind, and then made a quick decision and said:

"go out."

This twisted house seemed like a sand castle. With a light push from the child's palm, it fell into a dying collapse. The ceiling was hanging in the air shakyly, the walls collapsed down like mud softened by water flow, and the floor also turned into a sandy texture, which was like a whirlpool, and it was difficult to walk.

Mo Yi raised his arm to block his head to prevent the sand from falling from falling from gaze. Then he used all his strength to break free from the slush-like dust under his feet and rushed towards the open door.

Just as everyone rushed to the door, they saw that the door suddenly closed with a "bang"!

Yu Ran took a big step forward and reached out to hold the door handle. The door frame and door panel that were almost sandy were welded together like iron walls. No matter how hard she shook it, the door would not be opened.

She gritted her teeth, took a few steps back, ran and rushed towards the wooden door, and tried to knock the door open with the momentum of her body, but it seemed useless except to make herself covered in dust.

Looking at the solid door, everyone's hearts slowly sank into the bottom of the valley, and their mood was almost despair.

This house wants to bury them alive!

Just like that Solomon Grandi, he was buried in the land forever!

Mo Yi frowned, trying to keep his mind clear at the moment of life and death. His eyes were wandering around the entire wall of the house, trying to find a breakthrough.

At this moment, his eyes lit up.

The whole house was sandy, and the wall was no exception. The window frame near the inside and half turned into dust. A few pieces of dirty glass fell out, revealing a vacant. Through the broken glass, you can see the dry and deserted land outside the window with a faint strange red light.

Mo Yi's breathing slightly stopped. He didn't think much about it. His body had already started to move ahead of his brain.

He quickly stepped to the window, shaking the half-sanded window frame with force, trying to find any loopholes that could be exploited from the wall.

When the other people saw Mo Yi's movements, they also came forward to help, hitting the seemingly vulnerable wall with their weight and the momentum of their bodies. The heavy dust fell down with their movements, spilling their heads and faces, making everyone cough repeatedly.

The debris and wooden blocks on the top of their heads fell down and brought unignorable pain on their shoulders. The moment they touched everyone, they instantly turned into dust, and then slid down the ground, accumulating thick sand under their feet.

Before I knew it, the sand on the ground had accumulated as high as the ankle and reached its knees. If you want to move, you must first struggle to pull your legs out of the sand and then step into the soil again.

While moving in the sand with all their might, the players were struggling to attack and rushing against the walls of the house.

But the development of things did not go as expected. Even if everyone tried hard, the wall that was still sandy was still motionless, and only a few irrelevant dust fell from it, as if some malicious magic was sieging them and preventing them from leaving.

——As like the reappearance of the first nursery rhyme.

The only difference is that last time the players outside wanted to come in, but this time the players inside wanted to go out.

Everyone's faces were stained with despair, their bodies and palms were trembling due to excessive force, but like a mayfly shaking a tree, they could do nothing to the seemingly shaking wall in front of them.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and clenched his fist for the last time, stinging pain came down his palm, but it still couldn't dispel his irritation.

The sand has spread to the thighs.

At this moment, a ticking sound rang out in the sound of collapse. Mo Yi was stunned and looked down at his palm.

The hideous wound scratched by glass spread from the back of the hand to the pale palm, and large streams of blood poured out from the wound, then slid down along the outlined thin wrists and splashed on the gradually sandy wall.

I saw that the bright blood had just dripped up, and the sand seemed to be surrounded by life, sucking every drop of blood hungrily and greedily. The rounded blood drips on the edges shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a small piece of sand on it also appeared empty.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up in an instant. He raised his head and looked at Yu Ran and shouted loudly:

"Knife! Give it to me!"

Yu Ran was stunned when she heard this, but she still reached out to take out the heavy kitchen knife with a cold light from the backpack behind her and handed it to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi took the hilt, weighed it in his hand for a moment, then gritted his teeth and cut it into the center of his palm.

The hideous wound instantly expanded, and more blood gushed out along the wound. A strong smell of blood instantly spread in the air. The bright blood formed a sharp contrast with the pale skin. The strong visual impact almost made people unable to control their sight.

He pressed his injured palm tightly against the slowly sandy wall, and the sand that was trying to drink blood instantly rushed to his palm, revealing a conspicuous void.

At this moment, the sand in the room had reached its waist and was still piled upwards.

Everyone's eyes lit up instantly, as if a person in a desperate situation suddenly saw a rope stretched out in front of him.

They took the kitchen knife from Mo Yi's hand and also slashed into their palms. Then they pressed their palms against both sides of the wall. More sand squirmed and followed the smell of blood and followed not far away. A large hole appeared on the wall.

Looking at the entrance of the cave that almost symbolized hope, everyone's already dark eyes finally lit up.

They did not dare to stay, so they hugged and crawled out from the big holes in the wall one by one at the fastest speed they could.

Mo Yi took back his palm that had been pressing against the sandy wall. His already pale face became nearly transparent due to blood loss. He pursed his lips tightly and followed everyone. His thin body went out without much effort.

The moment his body left the house, the house behind him collapsed quickly and collapsed with a rumbling sound.

Dust is flying.

Only a piece of dark red sand was left in front of me. The shaky porch fell to the ground with the collapse of the entire house, and then it turned into dust, mixed with other sand and soil.

Everyone stood in the open space in front of the house, panting after the disaster, their bodies covered with dust and drops of blood, looking dusty and extremely embarrassed.

Mo Yi took out a piece of bandage from his backpack and wrapped the wound on his palms in grass.

Excessive blood loss caused his lips to lose color. On his almost transparent pale face, his dark eyes looked deeper and more condensing, and the intimidating light was almost unsightly to look at.

He frowned and looked at the scattered sand.

There are still many ruins without sand, standing firmly in the center of the sand, looking scattered and staggered, looking like irregular, but it seems to have its own reasons.

Mo Yi moved his steps and looked in that direction with a change of angle.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

In the dark red sand, there was a land that was particularly eye-catching. The soil on it was purely bright red, as if soaked in fresh blood. In the middle of the blood-colored soil, there were two small, simple stone tablets.

Mo Yi was shocked - that was the tombstone of Erica and John.

He couldn't help but slowly take two steps back, his breathing became a little quicker. He stared at the wall that had not fallen in front of him, and then turned his head and looked behind him.

A vague idea was vaguely formed in his heart.

The dead trees that seemed to be messy, and the long paths that were crooked, including the strange and distorted walls, slowly formed a complete picture in his mind.

Everything happened to form the huge marks that appeared inside the tomb, the deformed inverted pentagram and the simple sheep skull were actually magnified and restored to the entire land!

And that blood-red land is the center of the entire pattern!

At this moment, the soft and vague nursery rhymes sounded, and the innocent and delicate childish voice sounded pleasant and wonderful, as if singing the sweetest thing in the world.
Chapter completed!