"What's going on? Ye Yang obviously didn't have the power to manipulate these bloodlines, why did these bloodlines stop me? ”

Mo Yuan panicked to death, but he could only watch, and there was no room for interference.

"If anyone here can control these bloodshots..."

Mo Yuan muttered to himself, and turned his gaze to the man who was limp in his chair with wide eyes.

Is that you... But why?

Mo Yuan couldn't understand why his brother treated him like this, but he still had to protect his brother.

Before Mo Yuan could come up with a reason, the bloodshot in front of him suddenly began to tremble, and with each tremble, the color became a lot darker.

After a while, the originally bright red bloodshot turned dark red, and it seemed to start swaying there with an inexplicable rhythm, as if a gust of wind had driven the weeds on the grassland.

What a situation!

Mo Yuan hurriedly looked in Ye Yang's direction, only to see that the dagger inserted in Ye Qing's heart had been densely written with some unknown symbols or words in blood at this time.

At this time, the entire pitch-black dagger had been stained red with blood, but the surface of the dagger was covered with a thin layer of pitch-black mist, which made the dagger look particularly mysterious and weird.

With the change of the dagger, the thick blood qi that enveloped the entire room was in a commotion, and Mo Yuan could clearly see that the blood-colored mist scattered in the air was floating towards the direction of Ye Qing's corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black mist condensed above Ye Qing's head already had the appearance of seventy percent when Ye Qing died, and as the surrounding blood mist continued to enter the black mist, it seemed to be absorbed by the black mist, and the figure composed of the black mist became more and more condensed.

Ye Yang's face seemed to be almost sickly pale because of excessive blood loss, but the excitement and crazy look on his face became more and more intense, like a patient who had just escaped from a psychiatric hospital.

Mo Yuan noticed that the trembling of the bloodshot that was clinging to the wardrobe and blocking him from getting out became more and more intense, and seemed to loosen more and more as time passed, or as the black shadow became more and more solid.

It feels as if they are afraid or longing for something.

Am I crazy? I actually feel this emotion on some bloodshots...

Mo Yuan laughed at himself secretly, but it was clear that things were going in the worst direction.

Mo Yuan was almost certain that Ye Yang had definitely discovered his existence and hiding place, and it was obvious that he had great killing intent towards himself, but he couldn't let go of his hands now.

Mo Yuan clearly understood that he couldn't deal with just one Ye Yang, and if he really fought to the death, he was afraid that he wouldn't even have a chance of winning, let alone wait any longer, and he would face a Ye Yang plus a powerful ghost.

No matter how flustered Mo Yuan's heart was, the black shadow was still gradually condensing, Mo Yuan could already see the other party's facial features clearly, with a thick resentment on his face, he silently looked at Ye Yang in front of him, and slowly raised his right hand that was full of steel bars as if he wanted to tear apart the person in front of him.

Looking at the ghost hand that was slowly moving towards him, Ye Yang was not surprised at all, and calmly made a move.

Mo Yuan found that scattered all over the room, where he didn't see just now, blood threads kept flying towards the powerful ghosts that Ye Qing had turned into, and even the blood threads that had sealed him were flying over at this moment.

Strips of blood wrapped around the ghost's body, and the dark red blood seemed to be merging itself into the ghost's body, and it quickly disappeared when it came into contact with the ghost.

Ye Qing, who had turned into a powerful ghost, had already stretched out the hand in front of Ye Yang, and when these blood threads entered his body, he stiffened in place, and could no longer move forward for even half a minute.

Although he didn't know what the situation was now, Mo Yuan understood that now he was only afraid that it was his only chance, whether it was to escape or to fight hard, if he missed this time, he would really have to wait for death.

Holding his hands against the wooden plank above, he opened the drawer with both feet, and rolled out of the drawer in embarrassment.

The sound made when they came out immediately attracted the attention of the people and ghosts present, but they didn't show any surprised expressions after seeing Mo Yuan, as if they had known Mo Yuan's existence for a long time.

Seeing this expression, Mo Yuan still didn't understand, they had already discovered themselves, but they didn't know why they didn't catch him on the spot.

So what? Do you really think you're going to eat me?

Mo Yuan roared secretly in his heart, casually picked up the drawer of the cabinet on the side and held it high and rushed towards Ye Yang.

Ye Yang didn't see any panic at all, or he couldn't tell the emotion of panic from that already sickly crazy face.

A faint blue light lit up from the standing position, and a circle of ripples seemed like the wind drove the dust on the ground to face Mo Yuan and blew it in front of Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan, who was running, suddenly felt a huge force blocking his progress, and was almost blown back by surprise.

Fortunately, Mo Yuan reacted quickly, and he was prepared when there was a glimmer of light under Ye Yang's feet, otherwise he would have been blown backwards by this sudden gust of wind.

It's just that, although he barely stabilized his figure, Ye Qing, who looked at Ye Qing, whose eyes gradually became confused and became a powerful ghost, seemed to be manipulated by someone at this moment, and approached Ye Yang step by step in a trance.

Mo Yuan didn't think that this was Ye Qing's move forward because he wanted revenge, although his empty and confused eyes were covered with thick blood, Mo Yuan didn't read even a trace of killing intent from it.

"Damn!"

Clenching his teeth, Mo Yuan desperately wanted to walk forward, as long as he let himself get a little closer, even if it was only a little! He could use the drawer in his hand to give Ye Yang a ruthless blow.

Although he didn't have any experience in fighting with mages or anything, even if he fought against Han Ao and Ruoxin before, he was just lying on the side.

But Mo Yuan remembered that professions such as mages seemed to be very taboo, and they were attacked and interrupted in the process of casting spells.

Although it is not clear whether Ye Yang is a mage Mo Yuan or not, the green light that is still lit from time to time under his feet should be a continuous spell-casting skill.

Against the wind, Mo Yuan moved forward step by step with difficulty, but the speed was obviously faster than Ye Qing's movements.

I saw that Ye Qing, who had turned into a powerful ghost, had come to Ye Yang at this moment, and his eyes were hollow and he stretched out his hands to make a gesture of wanting to hug.

Ye Yang also opened his hands cooperatively, these two brothers, one person and one ghost, the closest relatives and the closest enemies hugged again, and at the moment when the two embraced, Mo Yuan saw that the blood and confusion that had been filling Ye Qing's eyes disappeared.

There was surprise and pain in his eyes, Mo Yuan didn't know what was going on, he only felt that the wind in front of him suddenly became a little stronger, not to mention half a step forward, even if he stayed in place and didn't retreat, he had to do his best.

The eyes blown by the wind could barely be opened, Mo Yuan squinted his eyes, and vaguely seemed to see Ye Qing's figure gradually fade and pour into Ye Yang's body.

"Damn!"

Mo Yuan still didn't understand that the current situation was almost completely useless, so he decisively gave up his plan to continue attacking Ye Yang, looked around, and found the direction of the gate by means of the wind.

Three steps and two steps came to the door, and it was really much easier to go with the wind than against the wind, and Ye Yang just looked at Mo Yuan coldly.

I don't know if I had the intention to let Mo Yuan flee or because it was inconvenient for me to make a move, so I let Mo Yuan flee to the door and didn't make any moves to stop Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan's hand was on the doorknob, and with a slight turn he could escape from this psychopathic and ghostly territory.

However, Mo Yuan's face was covered with cold sweat, and the hand holding the doorknob was constantly trembling, but he didn't have the slightest intention of opening the door.

Wrong!

Not right!

Ye Yang should have died, obviously in front of him, and Ye Qing was almost lost because of the damage to the sustenance, it was impossible for them to perform such a murder scene in front of them so vividly.

By the way, how did you get to this place?

It seemed that the right hand that contained the terrible ghost suddenly became in a sharp pain when he worshipped Fa Ming, and then a black mist surrounded him...

Thinking of this, Mo Yuan was covered for a while, damn it, he could clearly know that Ye Yang had died and the past encounter with the man in black just now, but why couldn't he realize that this was not reality!

If I didn't guess wrong, this should be an existence similar to a dream, narrating the most impressive scene that Ye Qing experienced, and even where his obsession was.

If so... If that's the case...

Mo Yuan only felt the cold sweat on his head keep dripping, if this was really a dream woven by Ye Qing's memories, then outside the door... What will it be?

Mo Yuan didn't know what would be outside the door, he finally figured it out, since Ye Qing pulled himself into his dream and showed himself the whole process of his death, he must have to tell himself something.

If you don't understand what the other person wants to tell you, is it necessary to spare your own life in this dream that the other person has wore?

In the face of the threat of madmen and ghosts, any normal person is probably eager to grow a few more legs to run faster, like Mo Yuan, who knows that he is not an opponent and still tries to attack in vain, although he has not succeeded.

However, a few people will think that the seemingly wisest way to escape is instead a dead end, and the left behind of the seemingly mortal situation is precisely the only way to live.

Although all this is just Mo Yuan's own inference, no one has come to tell Mo Yuan whether he is right or wrong, and there is only one chance to choose.

Remain? Or is it an escape?