His body seemed to be frozen, and an inexplicable force squeezed him, as if a mountain was pressing on his heart.

"I won't give up until the last moment."

Teeth bite the tip of the tongue to get consciousness out of blurred state.

Mo Yun shook his body desperately, trying to roll himself out of the quilt.

But he failed, and the quilt on his body seemed to be heavy and could not move at all.

"call--"

He gasped violently, feeling a feeling of powerlessness surged from the bottom of his heart.

This force seemed to act directly on his mind, making him unconsciously obeying control and difficult to control his body.

It's a bit like a mental attack.

This world is really desperate.

After coming here, he practiced sword skills desperately in Blizzard Villa for two months, and then received a letter from his home asking him to go home. After returning home, he was invited to follow Zhang Yang to investigate the truth about the family massacre.

Now the truth is approaching, and death follows.

He has never had any moment, as powerless as he is now.

This feeling of despair where the situation is completely uncontrollable, the process of the body soaked in blood and waiting for death helplessly is really terrible...

Looking up, the dark ceiling seemed like a cage.

The straight lines in the corner of the wall seemed to have turned into part of a cage. The room seemed to shrink, squeezing the space where the two were, constantly oppressing their will to survive, and constantly extinguishing their hope.

What's even more terrifying is that after a while, a long breathing sounded suddenly outside the room.

"call--"

The sound is long and cold.

Mo Yun's body immediately shook.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the movement outside the house.

"Gulugulu--" A strange voice rang out.

It was the female corpse lying on the bed!

She seemed to sit up, and a strange sound came from her throat. Then Mo Yun heard the sound of her sleeves rubbing, and then the banging sound of her feet stepping on the floor.

The female corpse seemed to sit up and stood on the floor.

It's Wen Shuling! What does she want to do?

"Click, click."

One step, two steps, three steps.

The female corpse walked towards the inner room step by step.

"Grass--"

Mo Yun felt his scalp numb and his whole body was cold.

He struggled desperately, but found that his hands and feet were stiff and he could not move at all.

"Damn it, what should I do..."

"What should I do..." His brain thoughts seemed to be frozen, and he felt extremely difficult every time he ran a thought.

Pick, snap.

Footsteps sounded at the door.

The woman in a white dress slowly walked into the door.

The moonlight shone into the room from behind her, casting a clear shadow on Mo Yun and Zhang Yang.

Mo Yun could clearly see the pale skin on her face, her eyebrows were like a line, a white strap was tied to her forehead, the hem of her skirt was stained with blood, and the dark red dress was shaking, like a piece of red cloth fluttering in the wind.

The female corpse slowly approached the two people lying on the bed.

Mo Yun's body stiffened and he watched the female corpse get closer and closer to him.

Getting closer.

He could even see the pores on her face and the subtle fluff.

She didn't breathe or her heartbeat, but her movements were as flexible and gentle as an acrobat.

She gently lifted the quilt on Mo Yun's body with her hands.

Immediately afterwards, his cold and indifferent pupils approached his face.

"Um--"

Mo Yun felt that his breathing was getting more and more difficult, and the movement of the true energy in his body almost stopped. He seemed to be frozen, and he could only watch the female corpse's face slowly approaching him, just like the sickle of the god of death was slowly placed on his neck.

"I...what else can I do? Can I just wait for death?"

Mo Yun's brain was running rapidly. The more critical the situation was, the faster his brain turned.

"Hurry up, think about what I can do... Think about my abilities... what I can do, what I can use... what I can..."

At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly snorted in pain.

The female corpse turned her head and gently blew into Zhang Yang's ear lying beside her.

"call--"

It's like the winter wind blowing through the body.

Mo Yun shook all over and felt that Zhang Yang's body next to him had completely stiffened, and no sound came again.

It's an opportunity!

Instinct and thinking reach synchronization at this moment.

A flash of inspiration passed by, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The fingers placed in the quilt moved gently, and then a small stream of true energy that had been staying in the body was activated in conjunction with the artistic conception of the Soul-Breaking Sword.

Puff.

An orange flame suddenly rose from his fingers.

The flames suddenly burned, igniting his clothes and pants, and igniting the heavy quilt covered with his body.

Wen Shuling, who approached, shook her body and took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yun felt the invisible pressure pressing on his body disappear, and the warmth poured into his body like a tide. But soon, the invisible pressure reappeared on him.

"The mist of spring is as if it is gone."

A silver sword light suddenly lit up in the dark room.

In the narrow room, there seemed to be a fog suddenly. In the hazy fog, the knife light was as gentle as the spring wind, turning into transparent light and dissolved in the air.

"Soul-Breaking Sword!"

Mo Yun roared and used his sword with all his strength!

He also knew that this was his only chance. If he failed this time, he would definitely die!

Under the threat of death, he cut out an unprecedented knife!

Faced with this stunning sword light, a look of fear suddenly flashed in the indifferent pupils of the female corpse.

She retreated backwards, as if she wanted to avoid the knife.

However, this sword was too fast and too ruthless, and the sword light almost filled the entire room, surpassing her dodge speed.

Scream—

The female corpse's body was slashed with one knife.

It made a sound of a balloon leaking.

"ah!!!"

Wen Shuling let out a sharp roar, and the whole room was shaking, and the sound waves shattered the windows. At the same time, a black shadow jumped out like a carp and disappeared outside the yard.

The black shadow is Mo Yun.

He injured the female corpse with one knife, and then took advantage of the opportunity when the other party was crazy and jumped out of the window and escaped.

"The other sword techniques are useless. Only the Soul-Breaking Sword can harm it!"

Take advantage of this opportunity and leave quickly!

Mo Yun ran wildly outside the yard. Along the way, his steps kept stopping, and the ground paved with blue bricks quickly retreated backwards. He almost turned into a black shadow and ran out without looking back!

As soon as he ran a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

In front of him, a white shadow stood in front of him, staring at him faintly.

It's Wen Shuling!
To be continued...