Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 128

Right after finishing this movement, Wen Chen’s back straightened stiffly, as if every muscle on the skeleton was trembling violently.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his pale complexion turning whiter and whiter. He curled his trembling fingers and managed to squeeze a word out from between his teeth.

“Quick…”

Mo Yi subconsciously took a step in his direction, but was roused by Wen Chen’s hoarse voice in the very next second.

Taking a deep look at Wen Chen, he understood that he couldn’t waste a single precious second right now, so he quickly darted down the parted road.

The thick and deep darkness was divided akin to how Moses parted the Red Sea, forming a gap wide for one person to pass through. The two edges of this partition were were steep, pressing down on him with a horrifying sense of oppression.

Mo Yi ran onto the path with his fastest speed. There was no other sound besides the violent beating of his heart and the rush of blood in his eardrums, making the space seem like a deathly silent graveyard.

He emptied his mind, forcing himself to focus solely on running forward along this path under his feet.

Wen Chen remained standing at where he was, staring at Mo Yi’s back with his light-colored eyes, watching as the other man’s back was swallowed by the darkness. It only after he was certain he could no longer see Mo Yi that he allowed himself to tremble uncontrollably from head to toe.

His pale lips were tightly pressed into a firm line, but despite this, large streams of blood still overflowed from the seam.

Wen Chen raised a shaking palm to wipe the blood away but he kept his eyes trained on the crack in the darkness ahead—

As if that direction contained the only thing he cared about in this world.

There is a fluid flowing slowly from the two parted high sections, with countless lurking dangers and variables slowly oozing towards the fragile gap in the middle, as though trying to destroy this nuisance in its body.

However, that path continued to stand tenaciously under the pressure, refusing to be eroded.

Mo Yi ran forward with vigorous strides. The road under his feet was hard, and there was a strange sense of solidity when he stepped on it.

The road was extending into the depths of the darkness, but there seemed to be no end in sight. Mo Yi gritted his teeth and tried to speed up his pace.

The walls around him were moving inward bit by bit, making a small leaned slightly inward, making a low rumbling sound—

Mo Yi’s heart tightened instantly. He forced himself not to think about Wen Chen’s violently trembling fingers just now, and simply summoned up all of his strength to continue running forward.

At this moment, there was a change in the scene ahead…

He saw a person half-floating in the darkness at the end of this narrow road—his limbs seemed to be trapped in some sucked into the cloying darkness, leaving only half of his body exposed.

The head of his man was also drooping limply. His pale eyelids were covering his eyes, giving him the faint appearance of death.

Mo Yi’s eyes lit up—Jiang Yuanbai!

He mobilized all the strength in his body and ran forward with all his might.

When he came to Jiang Yuanbai, he heard another hoarse groan from the dark walls around him. Mo Yi’s heart contracted violently and he immediately stretched out his hand to tentatively hold Jiang Yuanbai’s shoulder, trying his best to yank him out of the darkness.

However, the darkness was sucking on his limbs like a swamp. With each tug Mo Yi made, it pulled Jiang Yuanbai in with an even greater force. Jiang Yuanbai’s pale lifeless face lolled onto its side, seemingly having sunk deeper into the darkness.

Mo Yi stretched out a hand and patted Jiang Yuanbai’s cold and pale cheek, calling his name loudly.

Jiang Yuanbai was still hanging lifelessly in the air, without any reaction.

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to touch the black substance that was tightly wrapped around Jiang Yuanbai—

The substance felt cold and slippery, with an uncomfortable gelatinuous texture, and it exuded a sinister and ominous atmosphere.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Yi pushed his own palm into the deep and dense darkness and fumbled around to find Jiang Yuanbai’s forearm. He tugged on the latter’s arm forcefully, trying in vain to pull on it while yelling Jiang Yuanbai’s name loudly.

Beads of sweat oozed from Mo Yi’s forehead. The cold sweat almost soaked through the clothes on his back and his injured fingers were in severe pain as though they had been soaked in ice water.

And at this very moment, the silver-white ribbon wrapped around his wrist were revealed when his sleeves rolled up due to his frantic struggle.

The darkness around him shrunk when it touched the ribbon—instantly disappearing like a puff of smoke as it scattered in all directions.

Mo Yi felt that the force dragging down on his arm lightening instantly, and he couldn’t help but look down at his arm in astonishment.

He tried to move his wrist.

Sure enough, the thick and viscous jelly-like darkness instantly dissipatted upon coming into contact with the ribbon.

Mo Yi’s spirit lifted.

As if on cue, the dark wall around him let out another broken groan. The steep angle of the wall shifted again, moving a little closer towards the middle.

Cold sweat slid down his hot temples. Mo Yi could hear his heart pounding.

He knew that this meant that Wen Chen couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Mo Yi’s movements sped up, and the darkness wrapped around Jiang Yuanbai’s limbs disappeared along with his movements.

When the last bit of darkness binding Jiang Yuanbai’s arm disappeared, the unconscious man’s heavy body seemed to have lost all support in an instant, and fell down suddenly.

At the same time, the whole world seemed to start shaking and roaring—!

As if the game itself realized that one of its spoils had been stolen, the darkness on either side instantly rolled up like a boiling sea, angrily and violently hitting the fragile walls that were holding them apart.

The wall let out a dying groan as if it was about to be shattered inch by inch, and struggling to stay upright under the impact.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and dragged Jiang Yuanbai’s heavy body forward.

Wisps of darkness escaped from the cracks in the walls on both sides. The scene in front of him was as terrifying as that of doomsday.

After he rescued Jiang Yuanbai, the way back seemed to have beeb shortened by more than half, and there was even a faint light ahead of the straight road.

The exit.

Mo Yi pulled Jiang Yuanbai forward with all his strength. His own arms and thighs felt sore and tingling, and his willpower seemed to be his only source of strength that kept him pushing forward.

After being battered and riddled with holes, the walls around the body tenaciously remained upright, akin to leaves which were fluttering in a violent storm, only to still fervently resist the pouring rain.

Fragile yet indestructible.

The path leading to the exit was right in front of him, seemingly magnified. Mo Yi shoved Jiang Yuanbai towards the light with all his strength, then rushed forward in staggering steps with the remaining strength.

The moment he left the area, the power which had been preventing the surging darkness on both sides from pouring down instantly disappeared, and the narrow road behind him was instantly swallowed up.

Mo Yi’s vision turned black. The scenery around him seemed to be blurred into one piece and he couldn’t see anything clearly. His arms were half on the ground, barely supporting his heavy body, and his ears were full of buzzing white noise.

He was panting violently. Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground in front of him.

It took a while for Mo Yi to regain his senses. He struggled to straighten up. Yet before he could take a look at Jiang Yuanbai who he had just tossed forward, he found himself anxiously searching for the figure of another person.

Finally, he spotted that familiar figure crouching on the ground at the place he had just left. The blurry silhouette was slumped on the ground, as if it was about to be swallowed by the raging darkness behind him.

Mo Yi’s heart thumped.

He braced his body and walked over briskly.

Only to see Wen Chen lying on the ground trembling. His tall body curled up, as if he was experiencing a great amount pain. Bright blood seeped into the ground from under his body.

As if noticing Mo Yi’s arrival, Wen Chen struggled to avert his face, hiding his face deeper into his drooping black hair, so as not to let Mo Yi see his face.

“I’m fine.”

That low muffled voice seemed to be suppressing something.

Mo Yi stood beside him with a confused expression. He looked down at Wen Chen, his dark eyes seemingly devoid of emotions yet also seemingly rolling with a dark undercurrent at the same time.

He continued staring at Wen Chen quietly for a long time, then let out a soft sigh.

That sigh was so soft that it would have probably been swallowed by the wind and disappeared without a trace in the very moment he voiced it.

Mo Yi crouched down and carefully reached out to help Wen Chen up.

He lifted Wen Chen’s head up with difficulty, and half wrapped his arms around the other’s body, forming a half hug.

The opponent’s tall figure trembled uncontrollably within his arms, his black hair cascading down from around both cheeks, revealing a frighteningly pale complexion. His head was resting on Mo Yi’s palm, and he stared at Mo Yi’s half-lowered face with his light-colored eyes.

The lower half of Wen Chen’s face was almost covered in dark red blood, which was a rather alarming contrast to his fair skin.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast deep shadows on his pale cheeks, and his voice was soft as if it would be blown away in the next second.

“Are you okay…?”

Wen Chen struggled to raise his shaking hands. He pulled Mo Yi’s collar with all his strength, leaving a few streaks of blood on the crumpled light-colored fabric.

“Not okay.”

His voice was as hoarse as a broken windmill, and the two depressing words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Mo Yi followed the direction Wen Chen was tugging him in and lowered his head along with it. His deep black eyes focsed on Wen Chen from under his eyelashes, staring at the latter quietly.

At this moment, Wen Chen seemed to have broken out from his usual calm and indifferent appearance. He was staringg fiercely at Mo Yi, like a beast that had chosen a victim to devour, and his trembling light gray eyes looked both dangerous and compelling within his reddened eye sockets.

However, his voice was broken and weak.

“Hug me…”

Mo Yi’s movements stalled. His eyes darkened, like the surface of a dark lake, reflecting Wen Chen’s face.

Then in the next second, he slowly lowered his body halfway and stretched out his arms to embrace Wen Chen.

Wen Chen straightened up abruptly. His strong arms trembled and returned the hug forcefully, his cold palms tightly grasping Mo Yi’s shoulders as he fiercely knocked his chin against Mo Yi’s neck.

His eyes were a little red, and his pale fingers were trembling.

—As if he had found his long-lost treasure.