Chapter 188

The surging darkness swept unstoppable 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 into a silent color by the rich darkness-

Mo Yi gritted his teeth tightly, feeling that every cell in his body seemed to be shaking and trembling wildly, but it was tightly wrapped and imprisoned by the skin and bones, and could only make hoarse and unwilling friction sounds. The illusion of turning upside down was stirring wildly in his mind, making him unable to help but feel a physiological nausea from the depths of his body.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and the cold and sharp touch came from the skin that had just been crushed by glass beads, as if a cold steel needle was slowly embedded along the gap of his nails. The tormenting pain was as hard as a bone-attached gangrene.

Before Mo Yi enters the dungeon, he usually redeems some props that may come in handy in the dungeon just in case.

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

Because the use of these props with seemingly buggy is really too pitiful, the 24-hour cooldown period means that after using the props once, it will not be able to use them for a second time in a whole day, and it will also bring negative effects with random effects and duration to the players. The environment in the dungeon has always been dangerous, and no one knows whether there will be more critical situations within a period of time after using the props, so Mo Yi's attitude towards these props in the dungeon is not used.

This time the use of props was also the result of Mo Yi's careful consideration.

Because the timeline of this copy is really long, and the fixed time points and specific death methods in the copy are basically understood, it is acceptable to have no prop guarantee and certain negative effects for twenty-four hours. In addition... Whether it is from the hidden rules in the copy or Mo Yi's inference, today is a very critical day. If you don't seize the opportunity at this time, you will not have a second chance - after all, his purpose is not to survive in the copy from the beginning, but to perform side tasks to deeply dissect the copy.

A familiar female voice came to Mo Yi's ears:

"Dear player Mo Yi, Hello, the props you have [Wake] have been used successfully. In the next hour, you will be immune to the coma effect brought by the fixed plot in the dungeon."

The cold pain on the fingers had completely disappeared. The dizziness and blurriness seemed to gradually disappear with the female voice's emotional statement. The mind returned to the clear and bright light, and the female voice continued to say:

"Side effects and duration will be generated randomly after the props expire."

The female voice disappeared in her mind, and her ears returned to cold and quiet, as if all the sounds disappeared in the silent darkness.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and opened his eyes slowly tentatively - Fortunately, this move was not too difficult for him now.

There was a deep and rich darkness in front of him, and the heavy darkness covered all the sight, almost making Mo Yi wonder if he had really opened his eyes. However, when he looked carefully into the darkness, he found that the darkness in front of him seemed like a slowly rotating vortex, which seemed to be rotating countless colors slowly, almost sucking human souls into it, with a magical weirdness.

And such darkness was tightly wrapped around him, almost suffocating him.

The silence of death spread around him. Mo Yi could not feel anything except cold, as if he was deeply trapped in a low-temperature and sticky swamp. The cold and bone-black feeling spread through his limbs and bones, almost making his bones hurt.

He tried to move his fingers.

Still able to move.

Mo Yi lifted his arm hard, feeling as if there was some reaction force in the darkness pulling and tearing him, stopping every move of him, as if he was deeply trapped in glue. Even some simple moves consumed a lot of power, and just the movement just now almost exhausted all the strength in his body.

He stopped with some breath, then turned his head to try to see the surrounding environment clearly.

Yu Guangli seemed to have seen some strange outline.

Mo Yi used all his strength to turn his body slightly, and then cast his eyes towards the darkness beside him.

In the depths of darkness, there is a portrait floating quietly not far away. The paint on the canvas dried up and cracked. Although it could hardly see its original appearance, it can still see the amazing beauty of the woman in the painting - the painting has been colored, and the long black hair scattered around the waist like a waterfall. The blood-red lips looked bright and dazzling on the pale skin. The black eyes as dark as ink seemed to be able to capture people's hearts and stare into the distance without emotion.

This oil painting, which was re-colored by the paint in the player's body in the dungeon, was quietly hung in the darkness. The overall effect of the picture was like a master's delicate masterpiece ruined by the apprentice's rough coloring skills. The rigid black, white and red colors made the whole painting look strange and strange.

However, unlike when I saw it in the side hall before, there were paint plates and brushes scattered beside the oil painting, and a withered rose was placed alone on one corner of the paint plate.

At this moment, a hoarse and violent scream sounded without warning in the darkness and silence, sharp and shrill as if it was not like a sound that humans could make, like the combination of a sharp knife tearing apart cloth and a nail brushing across the glass, coming from all directions, like a steel needle, bringing a sharp pain to the eardrum.

Mo Yi's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously closed his eyes and deliberately adjusted his breathing to a smooth state.

The screams disappeared.

Mo Yi's heart was still beating uncontrollably. He slowly opened a gap in his eyelids and quietly looked at the environment around him - it was still dark, without any figure.

In the silence, there was a whispering sound.

Flower of evil.

Mo Yi recognized this familiar tone - it was the male voice that appeared in his dream last night. At the same time, he also remembered why he was familiar with this voice last night... because this was the male voice he heard after he was chased in the corridor as a red victim.

Then... the rotating black around me seemed to be mixed with countless colors kneading together, which should be the slowly spreading darkness I saw in the corridor.

Even though he could hear the murmurs, Mo Yi still couldn't see any figure in his sight.

After a long time, the murmuring chanting stopped without warning, and the low male voice muttered in the volume of his own voice:

"Wrong."

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi saw that the color on the painting slowly faded away, and the white, black and red slowly slid down the canvas like washed-out makeup, leaving dirty traces on the canvas, revealing the blurry outlines and dry colors under it.

The oil paintings have become what they were in the beginning again.

The darkness in front of me was flowing slowly, and the speed of rotation was getting faster and faster. Countless colors dispersed, gradually forming familiar walls, floors, decorations, corridors, rooms, and everything was quickly divided and constructed in front of me. The appearance of Klaus's house was quickly outlined by the wriggling darkness. The darkness was as if it had a substance that crossed the skin, leaving a cold and sticky touch.

Mo Yi realized it later and found the sticky touch of climbing along his side.
Chapter completed!