The turbulent darkness swept in unstoppably like a wave, and the heavy dizziness hit Mo Yi head-on like a huge hammer. All the colors in front of him seemed to be dancing wildly, and finally they were completely swallowed into silence by the thick darkness s color-
Mo Yi clenched his teeth tightly, feeling that every cell in his body seemed to be rushing and trembling crazily, but was tightly wrapped and imprisoned by the skin and bones, and could only make a hoarse and unwilling rubbing sound, turning the world upside down The illusion of crazily stirred in his mind, causing him to have a physiological nausea from the depths of his body.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and the cold and sharp touch came from the skin that was slowly crushing the glass beads just now, like a cold steel needle slowly inserted into the crevice of the nail, the tormenting pain was like Necrosis of the bone is generally difficult to ignore.
Before entering the dungeon, Mo Yi would usually exchange some props that might come in handy in the dungeon just in case.
But from the first copy to now, he hasn't used it once.
Because the use of these props that seem to have bugs in their abilities is really useless, the 24-hour cooldown period means that after using an item once, it cannot be used for the second time for a whole day, and it will also bring effects to the player The negative effects and duration are random, and the environment in the dungeon is always dangerous. No one knows whether there will be a more critical situation after using the props for a period of time, so Mo Yi has a different attitude towards the props in these dungeons. If you can use it, you don’t need it.
The use of props this time is also the result of Mo Yi's careful consideration.
Because the timeline of this dungeon is really long, and the fixed time points and specific death methods in the dungeon are basically figured out, so it is acceptable to have no item protection and certain negative effects for a full 24 hours. In addition... whether it is from the hidden rules in the dungeon or Mo Yi's inference, today is a very critical day. If you don't seize the opportunity at this time, you won't have a second chance—after all, he From the very beginning, the purpose is not to live in the instance, but to dissect the instance deeply by completing side tasks.
A familiar female voice came from Mo Yi's ear:
"Dear player Mo Yi, hello, the prop [Awakening] you have has been successfully used, and within the next hour, you will be immune to the stun effect caused by the fixed plot in the copy."
The cold pain in the fingers has completely disappeared, and the previous dizziness and blurring seem to have gradually disappeared with the emotionless statement of the female voice, and the mind has returned to clarity, only to hear the female voice continue to say:
"The side effects and duration will be randomly generated after the item expires."
The female voice disappeared from my mind, and the cold silence returned to my ears, as if all the voices had disappeared in the eternal darkness.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes tentatively—fortunately, this move was not too difficult for him now.
There was a deep and dense darkness in front of him, and the heavy darkness covered the entire range of vision, almost making Mo Yi doubt whether he had really opened his eyes, but when he looked into the darkness carefully, he realized that the darkness in front of him seemed to be Like a slowly rotating vortex, it seems that there are countless colors slowly rotating in it, almost as if it can suck the soul of a person into it, with a magical and strange feeling.
And this kind of darkness is wrapping around him tightly, almost making him feel suffocated.
Death-like silence spread around him, and Mo Yi felt nothing but the cold, as if his whole body was plunged into a low-temperature and sticky swamp, and the biting cold feeling spread along his limbs and bones His body almost made his bones ache from the cold.
He moved his fingers tentatively.
I can still move.
Mo Yi lifted his arm vigorously, feeling as if there was some reaction force pulling and tearing him in the darkness, preventing his every movement, as if he was deeply stuck in glue, even some simple things Every movement consumes a lot of strength, just the movement just now almost exhausted all the strength in his body.
He stopped panting, then turned his head to try to see the environment around him clearly.
From the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of some strange outline.
Mo Yi used all his strength to turn his body slightly, and then cast his gaze into the darkness beside him.
In the dark depths, there is a portrait floating quietly not far away. The paint on the canvas is dry and cracked. Although the original appearance can hardly be seen, the amazing beauty of the woman in the painting can still be seen—the painting has already After being colored, the long black hair is scattered around the waist like a waterfall, the blood red lips are bright and dazzling on the pale skin, and the eyes are as black as thick ink, which seems to be breathtaking, with no emotion. Gazing into the distance.
This oil painting that was recolored by the pigments in the player's body in the copy hangs quietly in the darkness like this. The overall effect of the picture is like a master's delicate masterpiece ruined by the apprentice's rough coloring. Technically, the rigid black, white and red colors give the whole painting a weird and strange feeling.
However, different from what I saw in the side hall before, there are paint plates and brushes scattered beside the oil painting, and a single withered rose is placed on one corner of the paint plate.
At this moment, a hoarse and violent scream resounded without warning in the darkness and silence. It was so sharp and shrill that it didn't seem like a human could make a sound, like a sharp knife tearing cloth and fingernails scratching across the glass The combination of voices came layer upon layer from all directions, bringing sharp pain to the eardrum like steel needles.
Mo Yi's heart shook violently, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and deliberately adjusted his breathing to a gentle state.
The screaming died away.
Mo Yi's heart was still beating uncontrollably. He slowly opened his eyelids and secretly looked at the environment around him—it was still dark, with no one in sight.
In the silence, there were whispers of whispers.
The Flower of Evil.
Mo Yi recognized this familiar voice—it was the male voice that appeared in his dream last night. At the same time, he also remembered why he was familiar with this voice last night... because it was that voice The male voice heard after falling into hallucinations when he was hunted down in the hallway as the red victim.
So... the blackness that swirls around me seems to be a mixture of countless colors kneaded together, it should be the slowly spreading darkness that I saw in the corridor.
Even though he could hear the murmur of chanting, Mo Yi still couldn't see the slightest figure in his sight.
After a long time, the murmured chanting stopped without warning, and the deep male voice muttered at the volume of talking to himself:
"Incorrect."
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi saw that the colors on that painting were slowly fading, white, black and red were slowly sliding down the canvas like makeup that had been washed away, leaving dirty spots on the canvas. traces, revealing the blurred outline and dry color beneath it.
The oil painting has returned to its original appearance.
The darkness in front of me is flowing slowly, the speed of rotation is getting faster and faster, and countless colors are scattered, gradually forming the familiar walls, floors, decorations, corridors, rooms, everything is flying in front of my eyes. Segmented and constructed, the appearance of the Klaus house was quickly outlined by the wriggling darkness, and those darkness seemed to pass against the skin in substance, leaving a cold and sticky touch.
Mo Yi belatedly noticed the sticky feeling of climbing along his side.
Seems a bit like paint.