Taking advantage of the time when other players were rushing to their rooms, Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their rooms.
The oil painting near the door of the room hangs quietly on the wall. In the painting, the pale and naked body of the woman is particularly dazzling in the hazy shadows. The traces of blood on her neck are becoming more and more clear. From a distance, it looks as if her head has been separated. The bright blood-red sheets were placed under her pale limbs, forming a strange and eerie picture.
Mo Yi stared at the painting, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and said calmly: "According to the current appearance of this painting, I think I may be next."
Wen Chen didn't answer directly, but turned his gaze around the oil painting, curled his lips, and a trace of contempt flashed in his light-colored eyes.
Mo Yi sighed, and stretched out his hand to straighten Wen Chen's chin: "I know it's okay for you to protect me from the dungeon..."
Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, as if he was questioning—then what are you talking about
Mo Yi stared into Wen Chen's eyes, and said earnestly: "But sometimes, wealth and wealth are in danger, so... I want to ask you to do me a favor."
Wen Chen realized Mo Yi's voice-over, his eyes sank slightly, his lips were slightly tense, and he frowned in resistance.
Reluctantly, Mo Yi increased the strength of his hands a little, touched the curve of Wen Chen's jaw with his fingertips naturally, and continued: "It's not to make you completely ignore my safety, it's just... If I'm in danger, Don't resolve it immediately, give me a little time to observe."
Wen Chen still frowned tightly, staring at Mo Yi closely with light-colored eyes, and said in a low voice: "But..."
Mo Yi interrupted him, and slowly added: "Besides, if it's really dangerous, I still have props to help."
Wen Chen let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to take Mo Yi's hand on his cheek and brought it to his lips, kissed him softly, and said in a low voice: "...Okay."
Mo Yi moved closer and kissed Wen Chen's lips: "Good boy."
After he finished this action, both of them couldn't help being stunned.
Mo Yi's eyes drifted across Wen Chen's pale cheeks flushed with blood, and he coughed softly, as if he wanted to say something.
But at this moment, Wen Chen leaned forward without warning, deepening the simple touch between the lips into a short and fierce kiss. A few seconds later, the two parted breathlessly.
Mo Yi sighed, then raised his hand to ruffle Wen Chen's hair vigorously, and said, "Okay, come and help."
Wen Chen had some messy hair on his head, with a slight smile in his light-colored eyes, he said, "Wait a minute."
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to wrap around Mo Yi's wrist, and his fingers lightly brushed across his wrist bone. When he let go, Mo Yi saw a streak of light gray mist condensed on his wrist. The bracelet was almost exactly the same as last time, he was stunned for a moment, only to hear Chen say in his ear: "Just in case."
Mo Yi didn't care, just nodded slightly, then turned his head again to look at the oil painting hanging in the shadow of the corner of the wall.
He frowned and thought for a while, then raised his hand and took it off the wall of his room—
It was so easy that there was almost no resistance, as if it was just an ordinary oil painting.
He thought for a few seconds, opened the door and took the oil painting out, then randomly opened a room with no one at the end of the corridor, and put the oil painting down against the wall.
After Mo Yi returned to the room again, when he opened the door, he found that the painting that smelled of blood was still quietly hanging on the wall, as if he hadn't left at all.
— It seems that it is useless to simply take the painting out of the room.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, raised his hand again to remove the oil painting from the wall, then tore the oil painting canvas out of the frame, then turned his head and handed it to Wen Chen
I saw Wen Chen gently stroked down with his fingertips, and heard a piercing and sharp tearing sound of cloth, the oil painting was completely broken into two halves, dust and paint fragments fell down.
Mo Yi casually threw the broken picture frame and canvas in his hand to his feet, then looked up again at the empty wall due to the loss of the hanging picture—a strange thing happened.
I saw a pale color slowly appear on the dark red wallpaper, and then the outline gradually became clear, becoming a woman lying on her back, her pale face with her upper eyelids closed, her expression serene and quiet, and a bloodstain across her slender neck.
Immediately afterwards, there is the blood-red bed sheet under her body, with blood spreading and intertwined, and the texture of the canvas gradually emerging.
Finally, there is the dark black frame wrapped with gold thread.
It looked as if the oil painting "grew" directly from the wall, and the whole process happened right in front of Mo Yi's eyes, and it took only a few tens of seconds.
He froze for a moment, then lowered his head to pick up the canvas that Wen Chen had cut in two that he had thrown on the ground, unfolded them and smoothed them out, only to see a blank space above.
Mo Yi turned around and ran to the room where he had just put the oil painting that he took off just now—sure enough, the oil painting against the wall also became blank, as if it had been a blank canvas from the beginning .
He took a deep breath slowly, his brows furrowed.
It seems that unless the wall can be destroyed, it is probably impossible to remove the oil painting from the wall.
And according to the usual habits of dungeons... the possibility of this approach is extremely slim.
Mo Yi left the empty room and walked slowly towards his own room, his eyes downcast while walking, at this moment, his nose seemed to smell some strange smell—it seemed to be some kind of burning spice The cold and sweet taste spread slowly, making him stop involuntarily.
The corridor in front of me seemed to be infinitely elongated, and there was no end in sight, and a deep darkness shrouded the front.
There was silence around my ears.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi heard what seemed to be a soft sobbing sound, and the sobbing sound echoed like a gossamer in the cold and empty corridor, entangled around him as if away.
Mo Yi's footsteps stopped, and at this moment, the wall of the corridor beside him began to ooze bloodshots slowly, as if there were some wounds hidden under the thin wallpaper, which were soaked in crimson blood, and then dizzy The open bloodstains meandered slowly downwards, and the gurgling blood gathered into large streams of blood, which quickly dripped onto the carpet, and a strong smell of blood spread.
The blood that flowed to the ground began to flow, as if being guided by some strange force to spread, leaving a strange space in the middle of the carpet—it looked... like the woman lying on her back in the oil painting.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly, stood quietly and waited.
I saw the relief on the ground slowly revealing itself, and the woman's pale and undulating limbs were lying in a pool of blood, and then... Mo Yi seemed to catch some strange voice in his ears—
It seems to be whispering, it seems to be crying, and it seems to be reciting, it sounds chaotically and indistinctly in the ear.
It seems... It sounded from behind.
Mo Yi held his breath subconsciously, and slowly turned his head to look behind him, only to see that the corridor behind him was spinning as if it had been completely distorted, stirred as if it had been completely disrupted, and all the colors were mixed together. From the dark cave like a black hole in the distance, it spread towards Mo Yi's feet, making him feel as if he was about to be sucked in...
Then, he heard a clear and deep voice reading the broken sentences slowly: "... a headless corpse on the thirst-quenching pillow, flowing like a river of bright red and active blood, making the sheets as greedy as pastures swig..."
This is the poem hidden behind the painting.
Mo Yi's hands slowly seeped cold sweat, he silently recited the names of the props in his heart, the cold and smooth surface of the glass beads was hard in the palm of his hand, he stared at the slowly moving and rotating corridor, stared at the Shattering and melting the color, his eyes were slightly astringent, but he didn't dare to blink at all, for fear of missing any clues.
The river of blood flowing down from the wall spread to his ankles, and Mo Yi felt a pair of cold palms slowly climb up his calves.
He looked down, and saw the woman in the painting lying on her back at her feet, her thin and pale arms wrapped around her legs like snakes, blood gushed out from the cut in her neck, and her peacefully closed eyes slowed down. It opened slowly, revealing a lifeless gray film covering the dull black eyes.
These were a pair of eyes belonging to the corpse, but they were staring at him closely at this moment.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened slowly—
And at this moment, he felt the tension on his wrist suddenly become clear.
Immediately afterwards, a feeling of dizziness hit him instantly, as if Mo Yi was being stirred in the washing machine, a strange feeling occupied his body and mind, and the voice that was slowly reciting suddenly became sharper, as if Like the sound of scratching glass with fingernails—
Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily.
He found himself lying in Wen Chen's arms at the moment, and the other's hand was tightly wrapped around his wrist, cuffed to his wrist bone like an iron hoop.
The end of the nose smelled a strong smell of blood.
Mo Yi raised his head with some difficulty, and looked at his body—only to see that the exposed skin on his body was covered with a thin layer of blood, as if blood was secreting from the pores, and as he raised his head, Mo Yi felt warm liquid dripping down his cheeks.
He struggled to raise his hand to touch it, only to see that his hand was bright red.
Wen Chen brought a towel to help him wipe off the blood on his face and body, then helped him stand up, and asked in a low voice:
"How are you?"
Mo Yi was about to nod his head, but he only heard a loud noise from outside the door. Someone was running past the corridor, and half a broken sentence came to his ears through the wall and the half-closed door:
"... Another person... seems to be dead..."