Mo Yi stared at Wen Chen silently for a while, then curled up his fingers, and tapped him hard on his forehead.
"!"
Wen Chen was caught off guard by the beating, and the fierce words were still stuck in his throat before he was blocked back. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the place where he was hit, and looked at Mo Yi blankly.
"Calm down yet?"
Wen Chen blinked in a daze. Seeing him like this, Mo Yi couldn't help but feel a little helpless. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, then stretched out his hand to grab Wen Chen's neckline and pulled him over, and kissed him perfunctorily on his lips. kissed:
"now what?"
Wen Chen's face turned red visibly, and he coughed lowly pretending to be calm:
"... Again, one more is enough."
Mo Yi laughed uncontrollably, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the remaining blood on Wen Chen's chin, then leaned in and licked Wen Chen's lips, and then sucked his lower lip lightly, with a soft and deep voice :
"Is that enough now?"
Wen Chen was fascinated by Mo Yi's rare tenderness and fascination, and nodded drowsily, the sharp hostility all over his body seemed to be calmed down instantly, and the cold and sharp madness that seemed to be able to cut people was smoothed out— As his mood stabilized, the thick milky white mist in the room stopped its silent roaring and swirling rush, and flowed softly in the room, as if the clouds had disappeared, the air slowly became clear and thin. Visibility gradually increased.
Mo Yi held down Wen Chen who was about to approach him, opened the distance between the two, and suddenly said seriously:
"By the way...about this ring..."
Hearing this, Wen Chen's light gray eyes flashed a trace of murderous intent, his tight lips were sharp, his eyes swept over the ring on Mo Yi's finger that reflected the faint red light, and then he couldn't help being slightly taken aback , his expression became solemn, and his brows slowly tightened:
"No..."
Mo Yi raised his hand and showed Wen Chen the ring on his finger: "You also noticed something was wrong, didn't you?"
The expression in Wen Chen's eyes gradually tightened, he turned his head suddenly to look at Mo Yi, clenched his teeth, and his slightly hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "... I can feel it... very evil. "
"And... powerful."
The expression on Wen Chen's face was extraordinarily dignified, his voice softened, and he asked with almost imperceptible hope: "Can you take it off now?"
Mo Yi sighed and shook his head slowly.
The inconceivable shock in Wen Chen's eyes had not faded away, his face was so heavy that water dripped out, his fingers gradually tightened, his pale knuckles turned abnormally bluish white, and his voice was tense and trembling: "...I actually , I didn’t even find out…”
Mo Yi shook his head, raised his hand to wipe off the remaining blood on Wen Chen's lips, and sighed softly:
"I don't blame you, the ability of this ring is to confuse people's minds and reduce people's judgment."
The house itself is a part of the ring, even its embodiment, and after entering this dungeon, the player is actually falling into the emotional vortex woven by the ring.
Especially those two times when I was directly affected by the ring and entered the illusion created by the ring, the first time Mo Yi wore the ring on the bed, but Wen Chen, who was very sensitive to his own emotions, didn't feel it at all. The second time Mo Yi wore the ring as a side effect of using props. Wen Chen, who was hugging him, didn't notice the supposedly obvious movements, but he had never noticed such an obvious strangeness. It was as if blindfolded and ignorant.
Even thinking about it now, Mo Yi couldn't help feeling sad.
He paused, and continued: "...the deeper the love, the greater the impact, especially when the ring's ability is amplified in the game, and it can even choose the object it wants to affect... and I doubt, it The reason why I was chosen may also have something to do with this.”
"No." Wen Chen shook his head solemnly, his eyes were still tightly locked on the ring on Mo Yi's finger, and his voice was low:
"The conditions required for this kind of object to choose a host are much more complicated than "whether it is easy to handle". After all, even if you are affected, you are more vigilant than other players in the dungeon, and are more difficult to corrode. Its starting point is more dark and only profit..."
Wen Chen raised his eyes to stare at Mo Yi's, and said softly: "What it wants is your soul."
His eyes are slightly darker, and the steel-like dark gray looks like the gloomy sky before the rain: "I can hear it whispering, it keeps saying: so hungry, so delicious..."
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, his eyes were slightly concentrating, and his lips were slowly pursed.
So, there's something in my soul that the ring wants to devour... what could it be
He raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Chen standing in front of him, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:
—Is it related to the experience that Wen Chen remembered but he had no memory of
Before he could think about it, Wen Chen seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He quickly glanced at Mo Yi without any trace, and then asked casually: "By the way, you said just now that people who love more deeply The greater the impact, right?"
Mo Yi nodded indifferently.
Wen Chen coughed in a low voice, looked away, and said something in a low voice and quickly.
But Mo Yi didn't hear clearly, so he looked up at him with some doubts, and asked, "Huh? What did you say?"
Wen Chen's ears were a little red, and his voice was a little louder than before: "So... have you been affected?"
Mo Yi: "..." Is the focus of attention skewed into the sea? ?
Wen Chen's love brain has become more serious recently. Is it because of the ring? !
He sighed slowly speechlessly, shook his head, turned and walked out, but Wen Chen did not let go of this topic, followed closely behind Mo Yi, and continued to ask the same question without being discouraged. I was very annoyed by his perseverance, finally stopped and turned to look at him, said with some headache:
"Aren't you too much influenced by the ring?"
To his surprise, Wen Chen nodded unabashedly and generously: "Yes."
"After all..." His light-colored eyes stared at Mo Yi affectionately, and his voice was soft: "You make me fascinated."
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and continued to walk outside, his pace was a little faster than before, and he seemed to be running away.
Wen Chen hurried to catch up, but only heard Mo Yi reluctantly throw a sentence:
"… only a little bit."
Wen Chen paused slightly, and it took him half a second to realize that this was the answer to his question just now.
The corners of his lips rose uncontrollably, and then he quickened his pace to follow.
When the two of them passed by the butler who was still in the room, Mo Yi's gaze stayed on him for a few seconds, and his brows were slightly frowned—the butler stood silently at the side of the room with a pale and stiff face As usual, there were no emotional changes and fluctuations on his face, as if he was part of the room, but Mo Yi noticed that his face seemed to have changed slightly from before, as if his face was also following It is the melting of the whole paint that builds and changes.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized that the appearance of the butler in front of him is just his form, and it can also change according to the ring host, just like the material of the house changes from paint to code .
He touched his wrist subconsciously, the skin on his wrist was soft and smooth, without any trace of ups and downs at all, as if the light blue strap on it was just a decoration.
Wen Chen glanced at the housekeeper, looked at Mo Yi and asked, "What are you going to do with him?"
The butler is still useful now, but Mo Yi has not fully figured out this dungeon. Although the information given by the butler cannot be completely trusted, it will play a big role in helping him understand the whole dungeon more deeply.
Mo Yi took a deep look at the butler's expressionless pale face, and said loudly, "Don't call me master when you're outside, everything else remains the same."
The butler bowed deeply, his movements were elegant and standard, and he replied respectfully: "Yes."
The melting traces of the paint on the wall around him seemed to be more obvious. The scarlet paint was flowing down the vertical wall slowly, mixed with the black and white paint, and everything around him was slowly and obviously Deformed and distorted, like a surreal dream, it slowly lost its previous shape and state, and collapsed ugly and wet.
They thought about walking out the door together. There was still a big hole on the brass-colored door that was smashed open by Wen Chen just now, and it hung precariously on the door frame. Those oil paintings were dropped on the ground, and the frame and canvas were separated, wet Drenched with paint that builds up on the ground.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and pushed open the rickety broken door. Under the palm of his hand, the metal door that should have been hard and cold also became damp and soft, making him feel very uncomfortable to the touch.
Outside the door is a corridor made of broken paint fragments, as if swept by a strong wind, it looks chaotic, Mo Yizai looked carefully for a long time before he recognized that the corridor in front of him should be on the second floor. The way into the ballroom that night.
The paint in the corridor has basically half-melted, sticking to the carpet wetly, like a swamp that makes it difficult to get out.
Mo Yishe walked forward through the pools of paint accumulated in the corridor, his pale face looked gloomy and calm, as if he was not facing a huge crisis of life or death.
If... the reason why the ring covets his soul is really related to his lost memory.
That's where things get interesting.
No matter how Wen Chen tried to resist the invasion and punishment of the game before, he couldn't confide a word of that memory to himself, so if the ring tries to get involved in this memory, and even digs out the most paranoid things from it to further If you tempt yourself and devour your own soul, the two will inevitably conflict.
According to the current performance, the ring is evil, ancient and powerful, even Wen Chen, who is one of the game bosses, cannot escape its influence, but the ring should still be weaker than the game itself, after all, it has also been included in the game , and get the game's power boost to it.
But... even though it's so much weaker than the game, the ring still tries to take a risk.
Then this memory must be very important.