Chapter 168

The long corridor in front of me is straight and dark, and the front is shrouded in a gloomy darkness, which seems to lead to the unknown abyss. The air in the corridor is cold and wet, as if to invade through the thin clothes on the body, penetrate the skin and slowly spread along the blood vessels.

There was a strange smell in the air.

The smell of ripe, sweet and cold, mixed with the smell of dust and carpet in the corridor, mixed into a strange sense of dim and cold age.

The thin figure of the housekeeper walked slowly in front of him. The yellow wall lamp beside him outlined his figure in a clear outline. With his forward steps, he gradually became bright and dark, It passed him like a lantern - his pace was steady and silent, and it seemed that he was always walking a few steps away from them. He could not help but feel the illusion that he was something untouchable illusion or shadow, forever walking in the long invisible corridor.

And this corridor is really long, with no end in sight.

As if everything else in the house had disappeared, the huge stairs and gorgeous chandeliers, the graceful and fluent statues of miserable white marble, the huge halls and luxurious decorations all disappeared like a dream or a bubble. The whole world seems to be left with this cold and gloomy corridor, which leads to the boundless darkness in the dead silence like a graveyard.

Mo Yi has already felt tired.

He walked in this narrow and secluded corridor, and the cold air pressed on his chest like a heavy stone. He seemed to have been walking for a century, but still did not come to the end.

Just when Mo Yi wants to raise his wrist to have a look at his watch, the housekeeper in front stops without warning.

It seemed that the cold and dead darkness had just slowly revealed its true face, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear -

at the end of the corridor, there stood a bronze gate.

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, also subconsciously slowed their own pace, not far from the gate to stand.

This is The front door of the dance hall last night?

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge gate in the dim but not very clear light in the corridor. It seemed that he was not particularly sure

It seems to be different from that when Mo Yi saw it last night.

The huge gate is carved with complicated relief sculptures, which are deeply and shallowly shadowed by the lights in the corridor. They are printed on the bronze gate, which looks very strange. However, those delicate reliefs can be seen indistinctly, as if they are images of characters.

Before Mo Yi could identify the above pattern clearly, the housekeeper turned around in front of the bronze door, staring at Mo Yi with his dark eyes, then slowly stretched out a pale and withered hand and said:

"please show me your invitation card."

Mo Yi reached out of his pocket and took out the invitation. The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. Then he looked down and handed it back to Mo Yi. With a polite smile on his pale face, he bent down slightly and pushed the door inward --

"please."

With the dazzling white light coming, Mo Yi has adapted to the dim light line in the corridor, and his eyes are forced to squint. The painful cornea is blurred by physiological tears, and he can only see the bright white light which is bright to the eye.

He blinked his eyes vigorously, forcing the moist water vapor out of his slightly stinging eyes. Some out of focus eyes slowly focused again, and the scene in front of him became clear again.

In front of us is a huge hall, almost can not see the end, the whole hall is covered with pale white color, from the floor to the wall, even to the exquisite style of tables and chairs are a dazzling white, snow-white gauze curtain hanging down in the air, the whole room is like a plain, it does not look like a wedding symbol of pure color, but more like It's the dying indifference in the ward.

The whole room looked cold and lifeless, and the cold temperature was blowing slowly from the door with the silent wind.

At this time, behind Mo Yi came a heavy metal percussion sound.

In a daze, he turned his head and looked behind him. He saw that the huge brass door was slowly closed, and the last dark gap narrowed into narrow lines, and then covered it with a heavy, noisy and indescribable sound behind the brass door panel, and then quickly reverberated and spread behind the walls of the whole room.

Mo Yi's heart can't help but jump, and so on Didn't he just stand in the corridor.

He doesn't remember walking into the hall

And What about Wen Chen?

Then, Mo Yi witnessed that the pale color covering the whole room climbed up the gate like the rapidly spreading ice and snow in the ice and snow. Pale and brass interweaved, just like the competition and struggle between the two colors on the tall and silent wall, the pale took the upper hand and quickly swallowed up the dark bronze color.The original position of the gate has turned into a lifeless white as the rest of the room.

Mo Yi slowly took a deep breath. The cold and dry air slid into the lung cavity along the respiratory tract, bringing a chill and a slight tingling sensation, which gradually calmed his mind.

Subconsciously, he rubbed the slightly rough surface of the invitation card with his fingers and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

It seems that the judgment of this copy for the wedding scene is much more strict than the other positions of this copy. There is no invitation to enter, and even Wen Chen can't break through this boundary.

It's very interesting.

Mo Yi's face did not change, put the invitation card in his hand again into his pocket, and then adjusted his dark black dress and walked towards the deep of the pale room.

In front of the hall is the altar, surrounded by blood red roses. The bright color of blood blooms in the whole pale and colorless room, just like the blood spreading on the snow-white carpet, which is as dazzling as the blood spreading on the snow-white carpet, and finally he has a panoramic view of the whole hall Strange and morbid colors.

In front of the altar, a long snow-white carpet spread to the end of the room, and on both sides of the carpet were numerous guest seats -

full.

All the seats were full, all the male guests were dressed in dark, colorless gowns, and the female guests were also dressed in a long black dress, which looked like they were attending a funeral, not a wedding.

Mo Yi slowly walked up to the nearest guest. Without a trace, he looked at the guest who was closest to him. He could not help but feel a little stunned.

The faces of the guests were pale and emotionless. They remained as if they were frozen. Their pale eyelids and pupils were wide open. Their rigid limbs were wrapped in black cloth, which fixed their movements into the same shape as a shroud.

they were all marble figures.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, then slowly walked forward. At this time, his eyes were keen to catch something

The guests in the front of the whole seat moved!

Mo Yi subconsciously slowed down his pace a little. The moving guest in front of him slowly turned his head He

he recognized the man's face - this is one of the players.

I saw that man's face looked stiff and expressionless. There was a combination of fear and uneasiness in his facial features. A pair of black eyes moved anxiously, as if he didn't know where to put them. When he saw Mo Yi, he gave a slight pause, and then he twisted his head back.

Mo Yi walked forward quickly.

Sure enough, the first three rows of guest seats were filled with players, while those who died were replaced by familiar marble statues. Mo Yi went to the only spare seat and picked up the pale paper on which his name was written in dark black handwriting.

That must be how the seats are allocated.

Mo Yi sat down in that seat, and the whole hall fell into a deep silence again. The faces of every player around him were stiff and unnatural. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the death penalty to arrive, waiting for the arrival of the final moment. Everyone's eyes were full of fear of the unknown.

The oppressive atmosphere is like stagnant water pressing on everyone's heart, like a dense net slowly tightening, making it difficult for people to breathe. The heart is like a drum beating. It seems that every beat of the heartbeat dances on the point of death's knife. Without a jump, it brings sharp and suffocating pain.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the players around him and counted them silently in the bottom of his heart.

There are no fewer people alive than when they were last separated.

That means that the players who died in the ballroom are attributed to the number of white oil painting metaphors.

Mo Yi takes back his eyes and looks down at his watch - five minutes to six.

Well, that means the wedding will take place in five minutes.

The second hand on the dial moved slowly, one by one without stopping, moving forward without any sense of stagnation. The tiny and inaudible tick marks the irresistible passage of time, and slowly comes forward with steady steps.

Mo Yi felt that the person sitting on his left was shaking silently. He turned his head and looked at the player sitting beside him His eyes were tight, his face was pale with cold sweat, and there was no snow color in his face. His fingers were nervously digging his pants, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He seems to have reached the limit.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and seemed to be ready to open his mouth to comfort him. But before he could speak, he only heard the metal collision sound coming from behind him in a deep silence, which made all the players in the audience tremble.

Then there was the sound of opening the door slowly.

Mo Yi turned his head in accordance with the sound. He saw that black, rich as ink, slowly spread from the door, and slowly spread on the walls and the ground. He also dyed the curtain curtain curtain into heavy black. The originally lifeless and miserable White was swallowed up by black, and spread towards the altar like a black hole.He looked down at the dial on his wrist - two minutes to six!

Mo Yi's heart is shocked, the finger subconsciously tightens, leaving a slight dull pain in his palm.

It's time for the wedding to start!

As if all the players from the black stand up to eat faster and faster.

The red rose was crushed into red juice under the disorderly steps of the crowd, and cluttered on the pale ground.

Everything in front of me is composed of black, white and red, like a strange and strange picture.

The deep and rich darkness spread more rapidly, just like a ferocious beast rushing towards the players who could not retreat. Mo Yi's face was heavy, his fingers were loose and tight, and he was holding the simple glass ball in his hand. He just took the props out of his backpack when he found out that the situation was not right.

But he's not sure if he wants to use it.

When Mo Yi was in the room before, he had a vague guess at the bottom of his heart, which became more and more specific and clear with the passage of time. Mo Yi was not sure whether he would gamble his life on this almost groundless guess.

Finally, Mo Yi clenched his teeth and tightened his fingers slightly Then he put the props back into the backpack.

Now it's just a bet!

The darkness came towards them like living creatures. Mo Yi only felt that all the colors in his vision were fading away like the tide. His consciousness slowly fell into the extremely dark and extremely heavy ice cold lake. In a blur, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

It seems to be whispering, it seems to be crying, it seems to be reciting.

The deep and chaotic voice whispered the broken syllables of non idiomatic sentences, like incantations, dragged Mo Yi's consciousness toward the depth -

this is the voice that Mo Yi heard when he was in danger in that corridor.

Then, Mo Yi's consciousness completely fell into deep paralysis and darkness, silent, colorless and without light, just like a mother, she hugged him with open arms and dragged him to the deeper.

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