Chapter 180

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment and carefully counted the number of players gathered in the hall again - there was indeed no one missing.

How could it be...?

He withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly. The buzzing noise and discussion of the players in his ears quickly passed by like a breeze, and his mind quickly organized and constructed a general possibility - if the rules of death in the dungeon dyeing the oil painting have not changed, then it must be something that made the black pigment in the oil painting be filled up... Will it be the player? If a player dies, then...what will be filled into the crowd now?

Mo Yi recalled the sweet pigment that gushed out of the butler's head that was smashed by him yesterday.

Can the death of the butler apply paint to the portrait?

Mo Yi blinked, retracted his dispersive thoughts and listened quietly to the low talk of the players beside him. People looked much haggard than they had been in the previous few days, and everyone was a little absent--they also found that the total number of people had not changed. Even the newcomers had not entered the dungeon for a long time. No one would still hold unrealistic delusions and expect the game to be kind. The current calmness caused everyone to panic.

Now everyone is beginning to doubt whether the players around them are still themselves.

The depressing atmosphere of suspicion and suspicion spread around everyone, and it was almost impossible for people to breathe in a dark and heavy manner.

The commotion began to rise slowly in the crowd, as if the tone-changing string sounds were mixed into the normal sonata, gradually affecting all instruments and parts. The distrustful emotions occupied everyone's heart. The noise in the crowd began to heat up, just like the pressure gradually rising under the pressure cooker, waiting for a small touch to release all the suppressed panic and negative emotions.

Mo Yi thought to himself that something was wrong, but before he could speak, the situation in front of him changed instantly without warning, as if a sudden storm caught him off guard—

The rumors that were spit out of someone's mouth began to explode in the crowd quickly, like cold water dripping into the oil pan. The despair and fear that had been accumulating since the beginning of the copy turned into anger flowing out of the eyes of the crowd, and violently aroused in the air. The fanaticism infected everyone like a cancer that could not cure, making them transform from humans who could think independently into beasts that were only controlled by their own emotions. The reason was covered with dust, and no one except themselves believed it, and they would only attack everyone around them by instinct to protect themselves.

The premonition that Mo Yi had since this copy finally happened.

There are too many people in the dungeon. This mass panic will be transmitted to everyone, and will lead to large-scale internal strife and mutual attacks. This situation has occurred several times before, but it has been suppressed in time. In addition, everyone has not entered the dungeon for a long time, so they can not be swallowed by fear and irrationality. This time it is different...

The players around them began to quarrel desperately, as if they wanted to turn the despair and fear in their hearts into angry words and voices. They began to attack everyone around them for no reason, counting every possible suspicion on each other, almost making them believe themselves, and panic grew in geometric multiples, gathering more and more in the atmosphere around them.

The accusations and vicious attacks with venting and panic made Mo Yi’s ears hurt. He frowned, but his eyes accidentally passed by—

The secretly curled lips had an unconcealed darkness and pleasure, as if it were a vicious flower blooming in the mud.

His gaze stopped and he looked at the smiling man's face - Li Wang.

Li Wang noticed Mo Yi's gaze and turned his eyes to him. The smile on his lips had not yet calmed down, but slowly expanded a little.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi began to hear some clear and clear accusations in the crowd:

"...Why did you come so late yesterday when you afternoon tea? Where did you go?"

"Yes, yes, and I remember he didn't show up yesterday morning when he was supposed to be gathering."

"He was the first person to find the body at the beginning." "I often can't see him in the house." "Me too." "And he took us to the side hall with oil paintings. How could he know so much? And have you found the room with oil paintings this week?" "No", "I don't have neither"...

The originally slight and low-pitched discussion began to magnify gradually, and turned into swords, guns, swords and halberds to attack Mo Yi. Everyone's suspicious eyes were cast towards Mo Yi as if they had finally found their direction. Before, whether they were accusing others or the accused people began to turn to him, becoming more excited to clear away their suspicion. Their eyes were as if they had seen the enemy in this world, as if they could ensure their safety by placing such a crime on others.

Although I have never been taught like this, everyone knows that only when following the emotions of the people, they are the safest. This is like a subtle imprint in the human soul, and it will only be stimulated in the critical moment, bursting into surging sounds and red angry eyes.

Their inaccurate accusations and logic with countless loopholes form a hypocritical paper house. Once it is touched with water, it will turn into crumpled paper balls, sticking to the dirty floor wet, but they regard it as truth and build it over and over again with words and emotions, as if this is the anchor of a storm, and it becomes the fulcrum for them to survive without being washed away.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the twisted faces of everyone calmly, his dark eyes were calm, as if the target they accused was not himself, but other strangers.

He shrugged coldly and then said softly: "Oh."

But it is obvious that Wen Chen, who was standing next to Mo Yi, was not as calm as him.

His eyes slowly sank, and a pair of light gray eyes shining with an inorganic luster under the light, as if fog was flowing slowly, the cold seemed to seep out of ice, as if cold-blooded animals were staring at each other dangerously, with deep and sharp facial features with incredible aggressiveness, almost everyone who was streaked by his eyes felt the coldness and pain as if they were streaked by an extremely sharp blade.

Wen Chen took a step forward slowly, and the momentum in his body spread out to the surroundings in an instant as if unsuppressed. The pressure that made people feel pain in their eyes and throat pressed heavily on the hearts of every player, as if the suffocation and palpitations caused by being forced to stand on the top of the cliff swept across the instant.

Mo Yi suddenly found that the players' accusations seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, especially the players closest to him, who began to tremble gently, their pupils shrank, and cold sweat faintly oozed out of their foreheads, as if they were caught by something invisible in their throat, and they couldn't make a sound, and their eyes were also staring at him-

He realized something and turned his head suddenly to look at Wen Chen who was standing beside him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Yi seemed to see a faint mist spreading around Wen Chen's body, spreading in the dead corner of his eyes with a cold breath of death. He glanced at Wen Chen's pale fingers hanging beside him and moved slightly, and hurriedly reached out to hold his hand.

The fingers in the palm of the palm were as cold as ice, and every inch of the skin was tense, trembling in Mo Yi's palm, as if there was some terrifying power in it, yelling and roaring with devastating emotions.

Mo Yi rubbed Wen Chen's back with his thumb, and then clenched it tightly with comfort.

He felt the cold fingers in his palms seem to move gently, and the tense muscles and skin relaxed slightly, and Wen Chen turned his head and glanced at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi finally saw Wen Chen's face clearly.

I saw his eyebrows pressing down heavily, and the masseter muscles bulged due to force, and the primitive ferociousness of choosing a person to devour him spread between his tight eyebrows and eyes.

Just when he thought that his silent dissuasion was useless, the next second, Wen Chen took a deep breath, and the unstable factors in his eyes seemed to be under control. The terrifying desire for destruction in the deep light gray was slowly replaced by a stable and cold color. The faint and hazy mist around him slowly dissipated. Finally, he glanced at the people with fear in his eyes coldly, then took a step back and stood beside Mo Yi.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief silently, then looked up at everyone, with indifference and contempt in his eyes no longer concealed, as if the players in front of him were all insignificant ants. He curled his lips, and finally looked deeply at Li Wang and ** standing on the edge of the crowd, then turned his head to Wen Chen and said, "Let's go."

No one stopped them.

No one dared to stop them.

When they saw the figures of the two people disappear from sight, the remaining players looked at each other, and then found that everyone was as pale as they were, sweating in their faces, as if they had just broken free from inhuman fear, with trembling in their voices:

"I thought... I was going to die."

Mo Yi pulled Wen Chen to another corridor in the house and left the other players far away, and stopped until he was sure that no one could hear or see him again.

Wen Chen's eyes were cold and cold, as if the emotions had not disappeared just now, he asked:

"Why stop me?"

Mo Yi asked back, "Why do you want to punish them?"

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, and bloodthirsty coldness appeared in his eyes again, and there was no warmth in the corners of his tight lips: "They slander you."

There was a cold and grim voice in his voice, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up a cold curve. He reached out and touched Mo Yi's side face, and said seriously: "It doesn't matter if you kill them all. The game has never restricted me in this regard."

But Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes began to become solemn. He grabbed Wen Chen's palm that was placed on his cheek and said:

"no."

Wen Chen was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why? I thought you never cared about them."

Mo Yi nodded: "Yes, I really don't care about their life or death. No matter whether they were killed by a copy or whatever, I had no touch or objection."

After all, after opening the side plot, most players will die in the sudden change of dungeons. Caring about their lives is as ridiculous as making him give up thinking.

He sighed a long time and said slowly:

"But I'm not here to enter the dungeon this time, and..."

Mo Yi stopped halfway through his words, and his eyes flashed with a look that Wen Chen couldn't understand. The semantics seemed to be implying something. Wen Chen couldn't help but be slightly stunned, remembering what Mo Yi said to Jiang Yuanrou before entering this copy - he said that he wanted to verify a guess.

Wen Chen calmed down from his emotions just now, held Mo Yi's palm in his back hand, inserted his fingers into the gap between his fingers, and then slowly tightened it, making his cold palms and Mo Yi's palms fit tightly, as if every trace of the pattern was deeply trapped in the undulating texture of the other person's skin, and his face finally became calm and gentle.

Wen Chen asked in a low voice: "Do you have any ideas?"

Mo Yi shook his head helplessly: "You know I can't say it."

He slowly narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes were blocked by his long eyelashes, and he said softly: "But what I can say is that things went smoothly, and this copy was very helpful for the verification of my guesses."

Wen Chen nodded and continued to ask, "Then are you still going to find a hidden branch in this dungeon?"

Mo Yi laughed: "Look for it, why don't you look for it?"

He blinked at Wen Chen, his expression became a little relaxed, but the thoughtful look in his dark eyes still accumulated deep in his eyes, looking like a smooth rock left after the black lake water receded: "Only by finding the hidden branch of the dungeon can we get closer to the depth of the dungeon and help me further understand the entire game."

Wen Chen nodded, staring at Mo Yi deeply with his light-colored eyes. He used his cold forehead to approach Mo Yi's. After touching it gently, he pulled the distance away. He said in a deep voice:

"No matter what you are going to do, please tell me if I need it. Even if there is a price, it doesn't matter."

Mo Yi's lips curled up slightly, his eyes slightly warm: "Okay."

After a brief exchange, the two turned around and walked out. The dark corridor beside them looked illusory and lengthy under the hazy light. There was a thick and soft carpet under their feet. When they stepped on it, they were silent. Mo Yi asked as he walked:

"What does a copy look like from your perspective?"

"Um..." Wen Chen followed him and walked forward. He pondered for a moment, and then replied slowly: "... For me, these copies are a bit like a movie I watched a long time ago. I roughly know their appearance in a vague way, but I can't know the specific plot and details. When I experienced it, I will have an impression of what might happen next, but overall it is like being covered with a layer of yarn. The harder the copy, the thicker the layer of yarn, the harder it is to remember what will happen next."

Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask downwards.

When they walked back to the hall, they found that the other players were no longer there, and they seemed unwilling to face Mo Yi and Wen Chen who might come back at any time. The hall where only two of them was there seemed to be empty.

Mo Yi looked around and then sneered coldly. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "By the way, I know why the total number of players is not small."

He took out the fragments of the mirror from his pocket and said, "Before they started pointing their fingers at me, I took the opportunity to look at each of them in the mirror while they were busy attacking each other. There was one person in the crowd who was marble and his eyelids were white in the mirror, but, only one, but generally black would have two victims, so I guess the butler I killed before might have replaced one of them."

Hearing Mo Yi mentioned what happened just now, Wen Chen's eyebrows and eyes became gloomy again unconsciously. He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked word by word: "What are you going to do?"

Mo Yi reached out and pinched Wen Chen's tense face without warning. Looking at his somewhat confused expression because he was caught off guard, he chuckled and said, "Don't be excited, I'm not going to do anything."

Wen Chen's expression collapsed in disappointment.

Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes: "I still want to know what it wants to do, how could it expose it so early."

He smiled, his expression calm and relaxed:
Chapter completed!