Chapter 162

Other players seem to notice something wrong, turn around and follow Mo Yi's eyes to look back, but then straight on the white marble statue, can't help but be shocked, stiff looking back at the marble like cold and hard face.

But Mo Yi is thinking about another thing.

He recalled that he had seen marble statues moving in the hall before If he had read it correctly, would the other marble statues in the house have been changed by the living people?

So, this brings up a more critical problem.

If so, are those marbles made by the players who once entered the dungeon, or by the pre-existing living people in the dungeon?

Mo Yi's brows tightly frown, and stare thoughtfully at the rigid and strange marble statue in front of him.

The air in the room was so tight that the stagnant air was choked by the rich fragrance. Besides the melodious and cheerful tunes that never stopped, it was a dead silence.

At this time, the statues in front of him suddenly moved -

their movements were stiff and unnatural, but they were obviously moving. Mo Yi felt that all the players' nerves and bodies around him were tense, It was as if they were looking for an opportunity to escape - but they were in the closed, unobstructed room in front of them at the same time.

So players can only secretly watch the statue in front of them, hoping to seize some opportunities.

I saw the statue in front of me in a face-to-face manner, with hard and hard arms on each other's body. It looks like It was as if I was about to start dancing.

But then, they stay in this position, as if they had never moved and had been in this form from beginning to end.

People stare at the statue in front of them, and look around the room with vigilance, waiting for the possible changes and dangers in the next second.

However, Mo Yi was stunned. Then he looked at the marble statue in front of him more attentively, and listened to the happy and melodious music in his ear. The music seemed to have just entered a new paragraph, and the changes between the notes seemed to be more intense and lively, and then it became relaxed, as if it was about to enter the final chapter.

He suddenly raised his voice and said, "dance."

These two short words are fleeting, but Mo Yi's voice is firm and powerful, which immediately attracts everyone's attention.

Players suddenly realize that the music played in the dance and the movements of these statues suggest what they should do now Dance!

The atmosphere of this room is too weird and depressing, and the fixed thinking has hindered players' thinking. Instead of thinking about the hints given by the copy, the room only cares about the dangers that may come next.

But after Mo Yi wakes them up, they wake up in an instant and begin to look for their partner in a panic.

Mo Yi slowly exhaled a breath, subconsciously looking at his side.

I saw in a chaotic sound and color noise, Wen Chen is standing in place, quietly watching himself.

It is like an eternal stone in the impact of chaotic torrent, or a thick shadow tearing apart the changes of light and shadow in the room.

Wen Chen stepped forward slowly. His body was tall and straight, his face was handsome and calm, and he was wearing an ancient and complicated dress, which made people feel confused for a time. He stretched out his right arm gracefully, his slender white palm extended, and his light gray eyes flashed under the light and asked:

"may I?"

Mo Yi's sight is slightly stunned, and his lips are tinged with a slight smile. He puts his palm on Wen Chen's hand and replies softly:

"as you "Wish."

the smile on Wen Chen's face was a little more real. He folded his fingers and held Mo Yi's palm in the palm of his palm, and then drew him close to himself. Then, he led Mo Yi's palm on his thin waist, while he put Mo Yi's shoulder on him. His four eyes were opposite, his nose was intertwined, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

The war and noise in my ears seemed to fade away like the tide, and everything was quiet.

Mo Yi drooped his eyes, tightened his lips tightly, and murmured and cursed.

Wen Chen didn't seem to think that Mo Yi's reaction would be like this. He couldn't help being slightly stunned. He asked nervously, "what's the matter?"

Mo Yi raised his eyes, deeply looked into Wen Chen's pale eyes, and then suddenly approached Wen Chen's lips and pecked at them. Then he quickly backed back with a mysterious smile on his face:

"nothing."

Wen Chen is Leng first Leng Leng, the corner of the lip is difficult to restrain to rise up, almost instantaneously put the question behind him, and then out of control revealed a silly smile that was inconsistent with his cold face.The two stood together in the same tall and straight figure and the same color dress, although they still looked harmonious and matched in this room which was as red as blood.

At this time, the sound of music in my ear is slowly quieting down, and then a new tune rings. At the moment when the new note falls, there is a piercing scream in my ear.

Mo Yi's eyes moved, his steps changed slightly with the change of music, and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the middle of the dance floor, there was a player whose face was frightened and flustered, searching everywhere. The familiar pale white slowly spread on their bodies. Even though he tried to struggle and move his body, his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and then quickly became one of the numerous marble statues in full view of the public.

It's obvious that he's dancing.

The player who was dancing with him stepped back in an instant, but as soon as she let go, the hard and pale color began to spread on her body. She screamed and prayed, but still turned into a marble figure in fear and despair.

Within five minutes, two more people died.

A new flurry of panic surged up in the crowd like a wave. While they continued to dance rigidly, they whispered to each other, and their faces were unabashed with panic. Now what the players are facing is not a visible monster, but an invisible and silent threat. This kind of unpredictable sense of crisis is like a dark cloud over the heads of people, just like it is I don't know when the blade on my neck will panic.

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, also some surprised raised eyebrows, he used only Wen Chen can hear the voice said:

"can we get closer?"

Wen Chen nods, two people dance to that pair of marble statue without trace ground.

Mo Yi watched the two marble statues carefully while walking along with the music. However, in the process of dancing, it was difficult for Mo Yi to release his hand and fully observe the two killed players, so he had to dance with Wen Chen beside the two statues, observing in the interval of turning, but As like as two peas, the two statues are just like other marble figures, and no difference is seen at all.

Time goes by like this. When Mo Yi is at a loss, he just stops listening to the music in his ear. The dance hall is silent and seems to have no intention to ring again.

Some of them stood at a loss in the middle of the room. Some of their stiff hands were still on their partners. They didn't know whether to stop or to continue. Their eyes fell on the two statues that appeared at the beginning of the room. They didn't know when to change their posture. Their stiff arms moved away from each other's bodies, and the dancing posture disappeared.

It was only then that we were convinced - it was probably the interval.

Players have released their partners, but still dare not let each other too far away from themselves, for fear that the music will ring again without warning, and it will be too late to find their own partners.

Mo Yi quickly walked to the two marble statues, frowned and looked at them from top to bottom.

Their naked skin looks pale and hard under the light, and their faces are still vividly frozen with fear before they die. People who do not know may think that this is a masterpiece of some master, which makes people shudder.

But the dress didn't change into stone, but it was still set on the body of the stone figure.

Mo Yi walked slowly around the stone statue, his lips were tight, his face was heavy, and he seemed to be puzzled.

At this time, his pace suddenly slightly stopped, and a particularly reasonable conjecture appeared in his mind. Mo Yi was stunned. Then he quickly walked to the person who first became a marble statue. Then he reached into his arms and groped for something from top to bottom.

No.

Mo Yi's eyebrows curled up and walked quickly to the other marble statue, groping on him --

found it!

As soon as his eyes lit up, he slowly took out what he had found from the inner pocket of the marble statue with his fingers:

it was a delicate gold stamping paper, with faint dark lines flashing in the light, and on it were several familiar lines of handwriting - the wedding invitation!

The eyes of other players were attracted by Mo Yi's actions, and were stunned instantly after seeing what he had in his hands.

**He walked quickly to the first man who turned into a marble statue and searched. After a minute, he turned around and shook his head slowly.

There was no invitation card with him.

The breath of the crowd was breathed for a moment, and the pale and strange housekeeper's words appeared in his heart:

"you must have received the invitation, please keep it well."

However, for such a long time, this copy did not appear any time to use the invitation. Many players who were not very experienced gradually despised it. It happened that the dinner party today needed to change clothes, so they did not bring the invitation.Several of the players' faces have turned white - they stagger back a few steps, their legs so weak that they can only stand upright with their hands on the table.

And worst of all, once the music starts, people who stop dancing will die, and those who don't have an invitation will suffer the same fate.

The atmosphere in the room was instantly dignified, and the vigilant expression was revealed from everyone's eyes.

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