Mo Yi stared at the grave in front of him, his dark eyes deeply hidden under his eyelashes, 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: clavicula.
Although he didn’t know much about this ancient language, he could still guess what it was referring to based on the clues that the instance had given so far.
clavicula 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 according to the records of this book, he could summon real demons.
It was a well-known black magic book in the occult.
However, the existing ‘Key of Solomon’, according 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 translation, the true original was no longer available, 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 flashlight.
–and this small part of the transcript that appeared in this instance…
According 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 circulating 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 a layer 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.
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And in the few minutes he didn’t pay attention, the mutilated 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.
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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 glanced 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 thin layer of soil above was kicked away just now, revealing the tiny white bones underneath.
Mo Yi raised his head thoughtfully and glanced 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 of land…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 of land, it could just form a complete 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 the complete slender tailbones were half buried in the soil, and there were several complete 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, successfully 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 black 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 delay 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 barren land, 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 relax 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 the land, 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 splattered 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 a large 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 glanced 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 uncomfortably, 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 overcome 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 accelerated a few steps, following the straight back of the man in front, and then said:
“Come on, I’ll go with you.”
about time someone follows him! wherever he is seems to be the safest place.
thanks for the chapter <3
My boy is super inspiring to other players!! Go goo
Good girl!
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍🤍
Given Mo Yi seems to be the only one that knows all the nursery rhymes, I really am surprised its taken this long for someone to want to follow him. They’ve spent those hours he was looking for clues just milling about those three rooms…? This group really wants to play it safe this time
Thank you so much for translating! <3