Chapter 188

The turbulent darkness swept in like waves, and the heavy dizziness hit Mo Yi like a huge hammer, All the colors in front of him seemed to be dancing wildly, and finally they were swallowed up by the strong darkness into the color of silence -

Mo Yi clenched his teeth and felt that every cell in his body seemed to be pounding and shaking wildly. However, he was tightly bound up by his skin and bones, and he could only make a hoarse but unwilling friction sound, The earth shaking illusion stirred wildly in his mind, and he could not help but feel the physiological nausea from the depths of his body.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and his cold and sharp touch came from the skin that would slowly crush the glass beads just now. It was like a cold steel needle slowly embedded along the nail seam, and the painful feeling was as hard to ignore as the gangrene attached to the bone.

Before entering the dungeon, Mo Yi will exchange some props that may be used in the copy in case of emergency.

But since the first copy, he hasn't used it once.

The 24-hour cooling off period means that after using the props once, they can't be used for the second time in the whole day. Moreover, it will bring negative effects with random effects and durations. However, the environment in the replica is always dangerous, No one knows if there will be a more critical situation in a period of time after using the props, so Mo Yi's attitude towards the props in these copies is not necessary.

The use of props this time is also the result of Mo Yi's careful consideration.

Because the time line of this copy is very long, and the fixed time point and specific death methods in the copy are basically found out, it is acceptable to have no props for 24 hours and certain negative effects. In addition Whether from the perspective of the hidden rules in the replica or Mo Yi's inference, today is a very critical day. If we don't seize the opportunity at this time, we won't have a second chance. After all, his purpose from the beginning was not to live in the replica, but to dissect the replica by completing a branch task.

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in the next hour, the player will be immune to the player's voice

The cold pain on the fingers has completely disappeared, and the dizziness and blurring before it seems to disappear gradually with the statement of the female voice with no emotion. The mind is clear again. Only listen to the female voice continue to say:

"the side effects and duration will be generated automatically after the props fail."

The girl's voice disappeared in my mind, and my ears became cold and quiet again, as if all the voices were eliminated in the silent darkness.

Mo Yi takes a deep breath and slowly opens his eyes tentatively. Fortunately, this action is not too difficult for him now.

In front of him was a deep and strong darkness, which covered the whole range of his sight. Mo Yi almost doubted whether he had really opened his eyes. However, when he looked into the darkness carefully, he found that the darkness in front of him seemed to be a slowly rotating whirlpool, in which countless colors seemed to rotate slowly, almost absorbing human soul It's like, it's weird like a devil.

And the darkness was so wrapped around him that he was almost suffocating.

The stillness of death spread around him. Mo Yi felt nothing but cold. It was like that the whole person was deeply immersed in the low temperature and sticky swamp. The cold and piercing feeling was introduced into his body along his limbs and bones, which almost made his bones ache.

He tried to move his finger.

It can move.

Mo Yi lifted his arm with force. He felt as if there was a reaction force pulling and tearing him in the dark, stopping his every move. It was as if he was deeply trapped in glue. Even some simple movements would cost a great deal of strength. Just the actions just now almost exhausted all the strength in his body.

He stopped panting, then turned his head to try to see his surroundings clearly.

I seem to catch a glimpse of some strange outline.

Mo Yi used all his strength to slightly side over the body, and then cast his eyes toward the darkness on his side.

In a dark depth, there is a portrait painting quietly suspended in the distance. The paint on the canvas dried up 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 been painted with color, the long black hair is like a waterfall scattered on the waist, and the blood red lips are bright and bright on the pale skin Eye piercing, black as ink like eyes as if able to capture the soul like, no emotion to gaze at the distance.

The oil painting, which was recolored by the player's body in the copy, is quietly suspended in the dark. The overall effect of the painting is like a master's exquisite masterpiece, which is destroyed by the apprentice's rough coloring skills. The rigid black, white and red colors make the whole painting show a strange and strange sense.However, different from what I saw in the side hall before, there are still scattered paint plates and brushes beside the oil paintings, and there is a withered rose on one corner of the painting tray.

At this time, there was a hoarse and violent scream in the darkness and silence without warning. It seemed that it was not like the sound that human beings could make, like the combination of the sound of a sharp knife tearing the cloth and the fingernail scratching on the glass. It came from all directions in layers, like a steel needle, which brought sharp pain to the eardrum.

Mo Yi's heart gives a violent shock, subconsciously closes his eyes, and deliberately adjusts his breathing to a gentle state.

The screams disappeared.

Mo Yi's heart is still beating uncontrollably. He slowly raises a gap in his eyelids and quietly stares at the environment around him. It is still dark and there is no human shadow.

There was a murmur in the silence.

The flower of evil.

Mo Yi recognized the familiar voice, which was the male voice in his dream last night. At the same time, he also remembered why he was familiar with the voice last night Because that's what he heard when he was hunted down the hallway as a red victim and fell into a fantasy.

So Around these spinning, as if by countless colors knead together after the black, should be oneself in the corridor to see the slow spread of darkness.

Even if you can hear the murmuring voice, Mo Yi still can't see the slightest shadow in the sight.

After a long time, the murmuring voice stopped without warning, and the deep male voice murmured in the volume of soliloquy:

"wrong."

Then, Mo Yi saw that the colors on the painting slowly faded. White, black and red were like washed off makeup. They were slowly sliding down the canvas, leaving dirty traces on the canvas, revealing the blurred outline and dry color under it.

Oil painting is back to its original form.

The darkness in front of us is slowly flowing, the speed of rotation is faster and faster, and countless colors are scattered, gradually forming the familiar walls, floors, decorations, corridors, rooms, all of which are rapidly divided and constructed in front of us. The appearance of Claus House is quickly outlined by the creeping darkness. If the darkness is actually scratched across the skin, stay It's cold and sticky.

Mo Yi later realized that the sticky feeling of climbing along his side.

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