Chapter 163

Everyone in the room had a lot of thoughts, and deep in their eyes were filled with vigilance and panic. The players stood stiffly in place, and the room fell into silence for a moment.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to realize something. He quickly swept the players in the room, and then was slightly stunned.

Wait... it's not right.

Mo Yi's face slowly became solemn. He narrowed his eyes and looked at all the players who were usually standing in the room again. He silently counted the number of people in his heart - now there are only fifteen players standing in the hall.

There are a total of twenty-three players in this dungeon, including him. Four people died in the past two days. Three people in the dance hall turned into marble statues. Now there should be sixteen players left in the hall.

Where did the player who went so fewly?

Mo Yi frowned, and his eyes slowly slid across the faces of the players standing in the hall - they all seemed to look at each other vigilantly, and no one noticed when one person was missing in the room.

The dance companions of the players who forgot to bring the invitations were silently away from the players with no faces, and then began to look for other dance companions again. The players with sweaty and pale faces seemed to be in despair. The fierce light unique to those in desperate situations lit up in their dark eyes, and they were viciously staring at everyone except themselves, and even staring at the extra invitation found from the dead players in Mo Yi's hand with a fierce look.

The other players were not blind, and they slowly retreated away from them, showing a defensive and vigilant look on their faces.

The air was slowly filled with a strong smell, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost about to break out.

Seeing that things were about to go to an irreversible situation, Mo Yi couldn't help but frown slightly - the number of players has decreased too much now, and now we can't let it go.

He slowly stepped forward and said, "Everyone calm down first."

Mo Yi's voice was not loud, but it was particularly abrupt in the dead hall, which immediately attracted everyone's eyes to him. Mo Yi's face was calm, and he slowly unfolded the extra invitation in his hand, and gently pointed his clean and fair fingers on the paper, and said lightly:

"Each invitation has its own names, and it may not be helpful even if you get someone else's invitation."

His pronunciation was clear and smooth, and his black eyes were quiet, making people involuntarily follow his thoughts.

A desperate player retorted in a rushing tone: "How do you know! It's not you who's going to die soon!"

Mo Yi shook his head slowly and replied, "Didn't you notice it? This room did not kill all the players who did not bring invitations. Instead, he chose one player to kill each time he started a new song. Until just now, three songs were played, and now it is..."

He paused for a moment, looked down at the watch in his hand: "Nine forty-six."

Mo Yi looked around the quiet players and continued: "We entered this room at about 8 o'clock. After minus the rest time just now, each song is about twenty minutes long. According to the butler yesterday, we need to return to our respective rooms at eleven o'clock, so the dance will definitely end before eleven o'clock, which means..."

Before he finished speaking, a veteran player on the side took the conversation thoughtfully: "Then, if it is not considered the rest time, there should be two more songs..."

Mo Yi nodded, then turned his head to look at the players whose faces had slightly improved, and said:

"So, you see, it's not that there is no life, but-"

He turned his words, gently stroked the thin invitation with his fingers, and said slowly: "In this level of dance, it is a great offense to use other people's invitations. No one will know what the consequences or... punishment will be caused by theft."

Mo Yi's eyes paused on the players, and then pinched the edge of the invitation with his fingers and handed it outwards-

"So, does anyone want to give it a try?"

No one answered, and no one stepped forward. Even the player who spoke and refuted Mo Yi before was silent and silent. The faces of the players who were desperate just now were no longer as pale as before, and their reason seemed to slowly recover. A thoughtful look flashed in everyone's eyes.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, stepped forward and stuffed the invitation in his hand back into the arms of the player who turned into a marble statue, then took a few steps back and stood back to where he had just arrived.

At this moment, his after-lightness suddenly glanced at something, and he couldn't help but pause slightly and look in that direction.

I saw that in the middle of the already vacant dance hall, a player appeared at some point - his body was standing stiff and straight in the center of the empty hall, with a bright rose on the chest of the dress, which looked particularly abrupt on the dark black fabric.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked at the other players in the hall and counted it silently in his heart.

Sixteen players.

Then the player standing in the middle of the room now should be the one who disappeared after entering the dance hall.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully observed the man standing in the middle of the hall. He saw that his face and lips were pale to the point where there was no blood color. There was no expression on his golden paper-like face. His empty and unfocused eyes looked straight into the distance, as if he was trapped by some nightmare, and he looked very strange.

The voices of the other people's conversation faded slowly, and they gradually noticed the man who had appeared in the hall from some unknown time, and they all looked at him vigilantly.

At this moment, the man moved.

He slowly turned sideways, his empty eyes looked straight into the air beside him, and then he saluted gracefully and dignifiedly, slowly stretching out his right hand to the air.

Everyone was quietly watching the bizarre scene in front of them, and the air was filled with strange silence.

The man held his palms in his hands as if he wanted to pull the air closer, then he placed his arm in the air and made a dancing move.

The sound of music slowly sounded in the air, and everyone rushed towards their dance companions as if they had woken up from a dream, and then slowly danced with their dance companions to the music.

A familiar scream and hiss sounded behind him, but Mo Yi had no intention of turning around and looking. He just hugged Wen Chen and danced in the dance floor, and focused all his attention on the man dancing in the middle of the dance floor and the air.

The players were cautiously afraid to approach, leaving a circle of unmanned vacuum around the man, while the player with a stiff and unnatural expression embraced the air in front of him, dancing in the blank hall as if no one was present.

Whether it is the pace of progress, retreat, the pause and rotation of the heels and toes, or the position and placement of the arms, it is like he is actually embracing a real person in his arms.

Mo Yi looked at him with his eyes, and at this moment, he seemed to think of something-

He pressed his palm slightly against Wen Chen's waist, his wrist slightly down, and slowly used the skill of friction and movement to let the silver knife hidden in his sleeve slide outward and silently slide into his palm.

Mo Yi took advantage of the rotation and approached Wen Chen's upper body, cleverly borrowing from Wen Chen's back in a hug posture, and took off the napkin wrapped on the blade, and then stuffed the napkin into the sleeve in his other hand.

He carefully distanced his palm from Wen Chen's waist for a distance, and stuck the back of the silver table knife in his palm to prevent being cut-

Wen Chen's low voice came from his ears, and a slightly wet breath spewed on his earlobe:

"Don't worry, you won't be hurt."

Mo Yi was stunned and tentatively touched the blade with his fingers - it was a hard and round touch, as if something wrapped around the blade. He looked down with his light and saw that the blade was covered with a dark gray film, so that he would not be injured even if he touched the blade.

He curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

Mo Yi and Wen Chen approached the man without any trace, and he carefully shone the silver knife face at the man. But the movements and dance steps made it difficult for his palms to stabilize, and the man did not stay in the same place all the time, which made Mo Yi's intention particularly difficult.

He could only try to fix his wrist while trying to make the man's constantly moving body stop on the narrow surface of the silver table knife.

The music in my ears changed - a new victim appeared, but everyone was obviously used to it, and no one stopped his body for this, or even changed his face.

This new music is more soothing, and the player's dance steps slowly shaking the air in his hugs -

Mo Yi finally successfully printed the man's shaking figure on his own knife.

The silver surface of the table knife was slightly bent, reflecting a silver light, causing everything printed in it to slightly deform and blur. I saw a pale figure appearing in the player's stiff and curved arms.

Mo Yi tightened his fingers without moving, and made the knife slide into his sleeve again, and then he moved his steps slowly with the music and him.

The next time passed very quickly. The sound of the music finally stopped slowly, the melodious lingering sound drifted in the air, and everyone's figures also stopped.

Mo Yi looked to the center of the hall and saw the player's stiff and straight body as soon as the music disappeared, as if a force exerted on him instantly pulled away, as if the thread on the limbs of the marionette were cut off by something invisible.

The man fell down instantly and fell to the floor with a bang.

The hoarse and harsh sound of the door opening sounded in his ears. The brass-colored door that had been closed for several hours slowly opened in front of the players' eyes, revealing a slight light that was different from the bright red tone in the room.
Chapter completed!