Mo Yi stared blankly at the scattered paint fragments in his palm, and involuntarily rubbed them with his fingers.
The dull and dry gray irregular fragments scattered into finer and finer powder the moment it was touched, and slowly slipped down from his fingers, fluttering and falling on the ground. In the ocean of paint, there is no trace of it anymore.
Ashes to dust, dust to dust.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, patted his palm quietly, and then stood up while supporting the ground.
He slowly looked around the environment around him, his eyes flicked across the butler who was still standing straight not far away.
A familiar mechanical female voice sounded in my ears:
"Dangdangdangdang, congratulations to player 13 Mo Yi for unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game
The side missions are open, completing the side missions will reward generous points, players please keep working hard! "
Mo Yi indifferently withdrew his gaze, and thought faintly of—
It turns out that telling the essence of the dungeon from the mouth of the inherent characters in the game is also considered... But maybe this is why the system's broadcast sound did not appear when Klaus's words just fell, but only after he disappeared. .
The gushing flow of paint under the feet was more rapid, making a wet and viscous flowing sound in the deep and dark cave.
Mo Yi's eyes lightly flicked over his wrist - he saw light blue traces printed on his thin wrist bones, the light color was very conspicuous on his pale skin, when he looked carefully, he could see a faint The fuzzy numbers floated around, as if some fancy chain was wrapped around his wrist.
But only he himself knows the sinister nature of it.
That ring is a vicious prop similar to the monkey's paw, it will grant the user's wishes, but at the same time make the user pay for his greed.
Just like Sisyphus who wished for eternal life, he is forever trapped in the purgatory where he cannot ask for it.
And the emotion that this ring taps into isn't just "greed."
And "love."
Although Klaus got the painting talent he dreamed of, he fell in love with the beauties drawn with that extraordinary level, and finally fell into madness from the love and obsession. In the end, in order to make the person in the painting come true And slaughtered his servants, and eventually killed himself, and still can't escape after death, just like Sisyphus, never be imprisoned in the endless cycle of reincarnation. As for his father, although Klaus didn't disclose much, he can imagine that the marriage of a gentleman's only daughter with a rich family and a beautiful appearance and a painter is very rare, so it is very likely that their marriage is also Made possible by the ring—and, of course, he paid the price as well.
The punishment of falling into reincarnation should not take effect until the person concerned dies, and the reincarnation will end only when the ring is handed over to the next bewitched victim, just like Klaus, who finally gets the long-awaited death.
Mo Yi slowly rubbed the ring that was tightly clasped on the base of his finger. The cut corners of the pigeon blood red gemstone felt hard and sharp to the touch, and his fingers ached.
According to the information provided by Klaus, the existence of the ring can cause hallucinations, and the stronger the love for people, the deeper it will be bewitched and influenced... Then Wen Chen's abnormal state since he entered the dungeon, his observation The slowness of power and perception, emotional instability, and one's inability to process information are likely to be affected by the ring.
And... more importantly...
Mo Yi looked down at the shimmering ring, narrowed his eyes slowly, and the words that Klaus said came to mind:
[You are the one it chooses.]
And with the blessing of the escape game, the negative influence and ability of the ring will be magnified thousands of times-it used to only affect Klaus' father alone, but now it can manifest its influence into a huge In the past, the ring could not choose its own host, it could only satisfy the wishes and greed of all those who brought it, but now it can choose itself from a group of players, and even mislead and design it step by step. Put the ring on yourself.
But what Mo Yi couldn't figure out was that he didn't frantically try to grab what was in his hand, nor did he have any obsessive love that he wanted to get even if he paid all the price.
… Why did the ring choose to be worn by herself
So far, he has used the ring twice, but now except for the fact that the ring cannot be taken off, there are basically no major side effects, which makes Mo Yi half-affirm his guess—only when the host's true obsession is achieved , the ring can collect the so-called "reward" from the host, and the two times he used it before was just a means of tricking himself into binding with him, and the real threat has not yet appeared.
Mo Yi stretched out his finger, and gently touched the light blue mark on his wrist.
It feels soft and smooth to the touch, completely indistinguishable from skin, but the color on it becomes deeper, and the flowing code looks clearer.
Mo Yi raised his head, and carefully looked around the hall in front of him—the scarlet wall in front of him seemed to be shedding blood-colored tears, with thick and rich paint flowing down slowly, and the air was full of thick thorns. The smell of paint in the nose, and the same almost gelatinous asphalt paint under the feet, flowing slowly outward along the slope of the ground, slowly and clearly overflowing Mo Yi's feet.
He suddenly realized—
The shape of this dungeon will change according to the owner of the ring. The former Klaus was a failed painter, so the house is constructed according to the material Klaus is most familiar with—pigment, and the constructed entity is the one he grew up with since he was a child. The big old Claus house, even the chains on Claus's wrists that symbolize bondage are made of paint.
But now that the owner of the ring has been replaced by Mo Yi, naturally everything needs to be rebuilt.
And the new unit structure it chose is naturally what Mo Yi is most familiar with—the code.
Mo Yi turned his wrist, watching the pale blue numbers slowly flowing on his pale wrist, he couldn't help being distracted:
Don't say it, it's still pretty.
At this moment, there was a sudden cracking sound behind him, and Mo Yi was taken aback. He pulled out of his thoughts, turned his head and looked behind him, only to see the brass-colored gate There are spider web-like gaps slowly cracking on the top of the door, as if being hit forward with some huge force, the high top of the door slowly falls in the fine dust, and countless pieces are embedded in the dark and heavy picture frame. The oil painting fell downwards, shattered embarrassingly and miserably on the hard ground, making deafening noises one after another.
Mo Yi watched vigilantly the cracks on the gate that were spreading at an extremely violent speed, and had even spread to the surrounding wall, and couldn't help but tense up.
In the next second, the crack on the door was instantly smashed by the violent force. In the blink of an eye, it shattered into crumbling pieces, and fell to the ground with a bang. Among the large clouds of mist that instantly poured in from the shattered breach, the turbulent and frenzied influx of mist rushed in like the waves of the sea, instantly reducing the visibility around it to an extremely low level, almost reaching the point where you can't see your fingers. .
But Mo Yi relaxed, he let out a breath slowly, and felt his waist was bound by a huge force.
The fog around his body seemed to be washed away by the strong wind, and it instantly cleared up. It gathered in front of Mo Yi's eyes at a speed that could hardly be caught by the naked eye, and outlined the familiar silhouette of a human figure.
Wen Chen's eyes were red, and a violent and ferocious expression flashed in his light-colored eyes, as if he was a wounded beast that became more dangerous. At this moment, Wen Chen's face was shockingly violent, as if seeing The blood blade-like hostility is so sharp that it can almost scratch the surrounding people, and the heavy and rolling coercion carries a cold killing intent—
Mo Yi had never seen him so angry.
Wen Chen's gloomy and cold eyes subconsciously softened when they touched Mo Yi, as if he was afraid that the hostility on his body would hurt him, but the uncontrollable violent breath still escaped from him, and Mo Yi A far-fetched thought came up involuntarily: Compared with himself, Wen Chen was more like being controlled by the ring! The ring is tied to the wrong person, hello!
Just when he was slightly lost in thought, he felt the shadow in front of him suddenly pressing forward——
Wen Chen rushed towards him fiercely, but the moment he touched Mo Yi, he suddenly became gentle. His arms slowly tightened, as if he wanted to pull Mo Yi into his chest and into his embrace. , with an almost ferocious gentleness, let his aura completely envelope Mo Yi in it, and his icy breath sprayed on Mo Yi's side face quickly and messily, making him feel a little itchy.
"Okay, am I okay?"
Mo Yi patted him on the back helplessly, and said softly.
Wen Chen let go of Mo Yi slowly, took two steps back, his eyes were still red, he gritted his teeth and said, "... I'm sorry."
Wisps of thin blood flowed down the corners of his lips, dyed his pale chin a bright red, and then dripped down along the line of his jaw, which looked shocking, but Wen Chen just didn't care. Gently touched Mo Yi with a pair of light-colored eyes, and his voice was hoarse:
"… sorry."
Mo Yi was stunned for half a second, and suddenly realized something.
Wen Chen lost too much power due to bloodletting before, coupled with the negative guidance of the ring itself, which lowered his defense and vigilance and took the opportunity to kidnap himself, but Wen Chen regarded this as his own mistake, so Regardless of the dungeon's suppression of his ability, he began to frantically search for his trace—which led to being punished and backlashed by the game.
Mo Yi felt a little stuck in his heart, he raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Wen Chen's chin, but Wen Chen grabbed his wrist halfway through the movement, his eyes fell on Mo Yi's hand in shock, The voice trembled slightly, and only a simple syllable was uttered:
"… This… ?"
Mo Yi followed Wen Chen's gaze to see the ring on his finger, and suddenly realized that the position of the ring was very awkward.
Wen Chen's eyes darkened in anger, and he said a little upside down:
"Who is it...! Who dared to... even me, even I didn't have time...!"
Mo Yi: "...???"
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