Chapter 191

Mo Yi was startled by the sudden sound from behind, and subconsciously covered the white cloth in his hand back to the black coffin in the center of the hall, and then quickly flashed behind him. His whole body was covered by the deep shadow of the coffin, as if it was integrated into it.

He held his breath and felt the hem of the white cloth scratching his cheek slightly, bringing a slight itch.

A thin shadow gradually approached on the ground. Under the dim light in the side hall, the dark figure of the visitor slowly appeared in Mo Yi's sight. He looked around indifferently in the room, and his blurred face flashed in front of Mo Yi's eyes - Mo Yi couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

Although you don't see very clearly under the light, there is one thing that is certain.

Mo Yi has never seen this man before.

Not the housekeeper, not anyone in the house, but a completely unfamiliar face.

The flame of hope ignited in Mo Yi's heart, almost dispelling the cold that slowly occupied his body again. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart pounding.

if……

Before Mo Yi could come up with something, the man in the dark slowly stepped over the withered roses posing in front of the portrait. The withered yellow and crisp petals were broken under the hard soles of the shoes, and were crushed into scattered fragments with a slight sound of "Kara" and buried deeply in the thick and soft carpet.

He walked towards the depths of the side hall without pause.

Mo Yi's eyes slowly turned, following the man's figure tightly. Just as he turned his face halfway, his eyes suddenly met the pair of eyes hidden in the white cloth beside him.

The dark and hideous eyes stared at Mo Yi tightly from the gap between the heavy fabric, making his body tense instantly. The adrenaline was soaring violently, and the heartbeat almost broke through his chest. Eason Mo quickly reached out to cover his mouth and nose, blocking his sudden accelerated breathing and the sound that might have overflowed from his mouth in his throat.

But he inevitably made some slight noises.

The man walking towards the depths of the side hall suddenly stopped.

Mo Yi felt the cold in his body like a long-lost snake and rushed towards him again. The cold trembling feeling climbed along his back. He gritted his teeth and his brain turned rapidly, thinking about all the possibilities of escape. The scene in front of him could never be a simple memory picture, otherwise the characters and scenery in it would not be affected and changed by him. Then once he was discovered, when he was still in the cooling of props, he was almost unavoidable and had no way to escape!

The dark eyeballs beside him were still peeping silently in the darkness.

But Mo Yi's attention was focused on the man standing deep in the hall. He saw him slowly turn around, his pale side face looked blurred and indifferent in the darkness. Mo Yi couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only press his cold fingers on the lower half of his face more force, trying to reduce his breathing, heartbeat and presence.

The man did not look at him, but slowly reached out to him to the tall large furniture covered by white cloth, and then grabbed the white cloth and pulled it hard. Mo Yi saw that the white cloth was covered with a pitch-black coffin, but this coffin was much larger than the one Mo Yi had seen before. The dark and thick wood was obviously of great value. It was coated with a black and smooth coating, and countless fine gold wires were wrapped around the wood, which looked luxurious and gorgeous, and shining with a glimmer of light.

The material of the coffin made Mo Yi feel excited.

He recalled the picture frames of portraits in his room and portraits in the side hall...

Could it be made of a coffin?!

He calmed down and continued to look at the scene in front of him. The man slowly raised the other hand that had been drooping from the moment. Mo Yi was surprised to find that his hand, which was so thin that he was almost skinny that he was holding a hand of roses tightly. The sharp thorns on it had not been removed, piercing his hand holding the branches. The dark red blood slowly flowed down his fingers and fell on the coffin drop by drop.

The man slowly let go of his fingers holding the rose branches and placed the bouquet of roses in front of the coffin.

Then he turned and left--but this time, he finally stopped in front of the portrait hanging on the wall.

He was standing quietly in front of the portrait, blocking Mo Yi's gaze. Mo Yi could only cross his shoulder to see the woman's dark and gentle eyes in the portrait, staring silently and silently in the darkness.

The man leaned slowly, pressed his palm against the wall with the oil painting, and then slowly pressed his lips towards the portrait, as if he was quietly kissing the lips of the person in the painting.

After completing this ritual action, the man slowly straightened up and then walked towards the door of the side hall.

The sound of the door shaft opening and closing sounded in the quiet and empty hall, and the light outside the corridor swung past the ground, and then the room returned to its previous silence and desertion.

Mo Yi waited until he could not hear the footsteps outside the door, then lowered his already stiff palm covering his mouth, and let out a long breath. He slowly looked at the eyeball that was staring at his tightly behind the white cloth. When he looked at it again, his heart jumped slightly. He calmed down, reached out to pull the cloth covered on it, and then pulled it down hard-

There is another coffin in front of me.

But unlike other coffins, this coffin was not tightly covered, and the coffin board opened up a wide gap, and the eyes were peering out from the gap in the coffin.

Mo Yi embedded his fingers into the gap in the coffin board, then lifted up with all his strength. After only a few creaking sounds that made people sour, the cover plate that was not very concealed was lifted up, and it fell to the ground with a "clang" and exposed the scene below it.

I saw a person with a twisted posture lying inside. He raised an arm to block his body, as if he was pushing up the cover of the coffin covered with force. His blue-gray fingers were stiff and fixed in the air, as if he was trying his best to snatch the gap of the coffin, while his dark and hollow eyes were struggling to look out the gap of the coffin, as if he was still looking for hope for life.

He was locked in a coffin alive.

According to the zombie on the corpse, he seemed to have just died shortly afterwards.

Mo Yi frowned slightly and stared at him quietly. He stretched out his fingers tentatively and gently touched the body lying in the coffin. Under his slight touch, the body seemed to have lost its balance and fell back into the coffin with a bang.

He couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes attracted by the head of the corpse-

A huge hole was broken into the skull of the corpse, and the scalp disappeared, revealing the thick white bones and cracked holes. Milky white brain matter and scarlet blood hung on the edge of the wound. A guide tube stretched out of the cracked hole on the skull, pulling out the brain matter in the head outwards, and something seemed to remain in the hose.

Mo Yi raised his arm, reached out and pinched the hose, and then squeezed it out vigorously.

I saw the pitch-black liquid slowly dripping outward, emitting a familiar sweet and scent. The liquid falling on the ground showed a familiar texture under the light. Mo Yi was slightly stunned and approached to observe-

Yes, it's pigment.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that because of the air, the dark pigment that fell on the ground gradually changed color and became a dark and dirty dark gray. The sweet and weird fragrance seemed to be even more intense, like a living thing invading people's senses.

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes became darker.

Therefore, the brains of the corpse can be made into pigments, but soon after encountering air, the pigments will change color and turn gray, and those strange fragrances come from these pigments. If you contact the clues you obtained before, can you say... this copy is to take out the brains of the players who consume ordinary pigments to make a special pigment that will emit fragrance, and then color the portrait hanging in the side hall...?

Then the corpse in front of me should be ingesting black pigment...

Mo Yi thought so and looked down slowly—

The face of the corpse in front of him became stiff and distorted due to the fear of death, but his facial features were still clearly visible. Mo Yi could outline such a face in his mind even with his eyes closed.

housekeeper.

The man who died in this coffin was the housekeeper.

His face was twisted, his empty and dark eyes stared at the void, his mouth wide open as if shouting silently, and the gaps in his teeth and tongue coating were heavy black, which was the residue of the black pigment.

After being shocked, Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes. He remembered that when he broke the marble housekeeper, he saw that the black, white and red liquid flowing out of his mind was black, white and red pigment... not the same color black.

So is it possible that monochromes are extracted from corpses, while three colors are mixed... will there be other different effects?

For example...manipulating marble statues?

Just like a puppet with threads, pigment is a tool for manipulating marble statues.

Mo Yi slowly straightened up, his eyes darkened, his eyes still locked in the butler's body lying in the coffin, his face slightly condensed.

If you say so, the servants in the whole house should be dead, and they are likely to be the first victims of the master behind the scenes.

——And now those who serve them in the house are all marble statues controlled by the commander behind the scenes.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath and looked into the depths of the side hall. He saw that in the darkness covered by shadows, there was a dark coffin wrapped in golden silk, and a bunch of bright roses were quietly placed on it, which looked particularly dazzling under the darkness.

In fact, until now, there are still some gaps and inconsistencies in this story that have not been filled. If you want to prove whether what you guess is true or not, there is only one way...

Mo Yi thought about it and turned around and walked towards the coffin. However, before his fingers touched its smooth surface, he felt a huge gravitational force coming from behind him, pulling him into the dark and silent chaos.

The cold that seemed to have become dull and weak before swept across the sky, submerging Mo Yi from beginning to end like a tide.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!