The other players seemed to have sensed something was wrong, turned around and followed Mo Yi's gaze to look back, and then met the pale marble statue, all of them couldn't help being startled, and stared back at the marble statue stiffly A cold and hard face.
But Mo Yi was thinking about another thing.
He recalled that he seemed to see marble statues moving in the hall... If he was not mistaken at the time, would the other marble statues in this house also be transformed from living people
Well, this brings up a more critical question.
If so, are those marble images transformed by the players who have entered this dungeon, or by the living people who existed in this dungeon before
Mo Yi frowned tightly, staring thoughtfully at the stiff and strange marble statue in front of him.
The air in the room was unbelievably tense, and the stagnant and windless air was filled with a strong fragrance to the point of suffocation. Except for the melodious and cheerful tune that never stopped, there was a dead silence.
At this moment, the statue in front of him suddenly moved—
Their movements were stiff and unnatural, but they were obviously moving. Mo Yi suddenly felt the nerves and bodies of all the players around him tense up instantly, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to escape—but they At the same time, he was in this closed room without shelter in front of him.
Therefore, the players could only secretly watch the statue in front of them with vigilance, hoping to get a little bit of a head start.
The statues in front of them were placed facing each other, with hard and unbendable arms resting on each other's body, looking... as if they were about to start dancing.
But then, they remained in this posture, as if they had never moved, and had been in this form from beginning to end.
Everyone stared at the statue in front of them as if facing an enemy, and looked around the room vigilantly, waiting for possible changes and dangers in the next second.
Mo Yi, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment, and then looked more intently at the marble statue in front of him, listening carefully to the cheerful and melodious music in his ears—this music seemed to have just entered a new section, and the changes between the notes seemed to be It became more intense and lively, and then immediately became soothing, as if it was about to enter the final chapter.
Suddenly he raised his voice and said, "Dance."
These two brief words were fleeting, but Mo Yi's voice was firm and powerful, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The players suddenly realized in an instant—the music constantly playing in the ball, and the changing movements of these statues just now hinted at what they should do now... dance!
The atmosphere in this room is too weird and depressing, coupled with the entanglement of solidified thinking, that's why the players' thinking is led astray, instead of thinking about the hints given to them by the dungeon, they just pay attention to it. possible danger.
After Mo Yi woke them up, they woke up instantly and began to look for their dance partners in a panic.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, subconsciously looking to his side.
Amidst the chaotic din, Wen Chen was standing where he was, watching him quietly.
It is like an eternal whetstone in the impact of the chaotic torrent, or a thick shadow that tears apart the changes of light and shadow in the room.
Wen Chen stepped forward slowly. He was tall and slender, with a handsome and quiet face. He was wearing an ancient and complicated dress, which made people feel a sense of time confusion. He stretched out his right arm gracefully, slender and fair Stretched out his palms, his light gray eyes gleamed under the light, and asked:
"May I?"
Mo Yi's gaze paused slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He put his palm on Wen Chen's hand, and replied softly:
"As you wish."
The smile on Wen Chen's face became a little more real, he folded his fingers and held Mo Yi's palm in his palm, then pulled him closer to his side, and then led Mo Yi's palm to rest on his thin on his waist, and himself on Mo Yi's shoulders—the four eyes met, the breath intertwined, and the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.
The quarrels and noises in my ears seemed to fade away like a tide in an instant, and everything became quiet.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his lips were tightly drawn, and he muttered a curse with his brows furrowed.
Wen Chen didn't seem to have expected Mo Yi's reaction to be like this, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yi raised his eyelids, stared deeply into Wen Chen's light-colored pupils, then suddenly leaned forward and pecked Wen Chen's lips lightly, then stepped back quickly, with a mysterious smile on his face :
"nothing."
Wen Chen was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably, he almost instantly put the question behind him, and then uncontrollably showed a somewhat silly smile that didn't match his stern face.
Standing together with the same tall and straight figures wearing the same color dresses, even in this red room that was stained with blood, they still looked harmonious and matched.
At this moment, the sound of the music in my ear was slowly quieting down, and then a new piece of music sounded, and at the moment when the new note fell, there was a piercing scream in my ear.
Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, his footsteps changed slightly with the change of the music, and he looked in the direction of the sound.
In the middle of the dance floor, there was a player looking around in panic and panic. The familiar pale color spread slowly on their bodies. No matter how hard he tried to move his body, it was useless. nailed to the ground, and quickly became a member of the multitude of marble statues in full view.
But he was clearly in the dancing position.
The player who was dancing with him stepped back instantly, but the moment she let go, a hard and pale color began to spread on her body. She screamed and begged, but she was still turned into a marble statue in fear and despair.
In less than five minutes, two more people died.
A new wave of panic surged among the crowd, and while they continued to dance stiffly, they whispered to each other, with undisguised horror on their faces—what the players are facing now is not A tangible monster, but an invisible and silent threat. This elusive sense of crisis hangs over everyone's heads like a dark cloud, as if they don't know when the blade on the neck will panic.
Mo Yi was stunned for a while, and also raised his eyebrows in surprise, he said in a voice that only Wen Chen could hear:
"Can we get closer?"
Wen Chen nodded, and the two of them approached the pair of marble statues while dancing without a trace.
Mo Yi walked with the music while carefully observing the two marble statues—however, it was difficult for Mo Yi to free up his hands and observe the two killed players in the process of dancing, so he had to go with Wen Chen hovered and danced beside the two statues, watching while turning around, but... No matter how you look at them, the appearance of these two statues is exactly the same as the other marble statues, and there is no difference at all.
Time passed minute by minute like this, and when Mo Yi was at a loss what to do, the music in his ears stopped slowly, and there was silence in the dance hall, as if there was no intention to play it again for the time being.
Everyone stood at a loss in the middle of the room, with some stiff palms still on their dance partners. They didn't know whether to stop or continue. Their eyes fell on the two statues that first appeared in the room. Seeing that they didn't know when they changed their postures, their stiff arms moved away from each other's bodies, and the dancing posture disappeared.
Everyone was finally convinced that this was probably the intermission.
The players let go of their dancing partners one after another, but still didn't dare to let the other party go too far away from them, for fear that the music would sound again without warning, and it would be too late to find their dancing partners by then.
Mo Yi walked quickly to the two marble statues, frowning, and looked at them carefully from top to bottom.
Their exposed skin looks pale and hard under the light, and the terrified expression before dying is still vividly solidified on their faces. People who don't know may think that this is a masterpiece of some master, which makes people shudder.
But the dress didn't turn into stone, but was still softly put on the body of the stone figure.
Mo Yi paced slowly around the stone statue, his lips were tightly pursed, his face was gloomy, and he seemed a little puzzled.
At this moment, his steps suddenly paused slightly, and an exceptionally reasonable guess emerged in his mind. Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then walked quickly to the side of the person who first turned into a marble statue, and then reached into his arms He groped inside, searching for something from top to bottom.
-No.
Mo Yi frowned, and walked quickly to the side of another marble statue, groping on his body—
found it!
His eyes lit up, and he slowly took out what he found from the inner pocket of the marble statue with his fingers:
It was an exquisite bronzing paper page, with slight dark lines shining under the light, and a few lines of familiar handwriting on it—it was the wedding invitation!
The eyes of the other players were attracted by Mo Yi's movements, and they were stunned for a moment when they saw the things in his hands.
Zhao Nan walked quickly to search for the first person who turned into a marble statue. After a minute, he turned around with an uneasy expression and shook his head slowly.
The man didn't have an invitation card with him either.
Everyone's breath was suffocated instantly, and the pale and strange butler's words emerged in their hearts at the same time:
"You must have received the invitation, please keep it safe."
But for such a long time, this dungeon didn't have any moment to use the invitation card. Many inexperienced players slowly despised it. It happened that today's dinner needed to change clothes, so they didn't bring the invitation card.
The faces of several players were already pale—they staggered back a few steps, their legs were so weak that they could only stand upright by leaning on the table.
And worst of all, once the music starts, people who stop dancing will also die, and the dance partners of those players who did not have an invitation will suffer the same fate.
The atmosphere in the room became tense instantly, and a vigilant and cautious look emerged from everyone's eyes.