Chapter 193

The illusory and blurred white shadow hung in a dark and blurred corner like a hazy mist, and began to float towards the depths of the room when Mo Yi's eyes touched.

Mo Yi's expression frightened, and he turned his pace and quickly chased in the direction where Bai Ying disappeared.

The white cloth that was lifted up and fell was spread on the ground by mess, but there were more furniture or coffins covered with white cloth that had not been touched yet. There were countless walls and passages woven around Mo Yi, which made him quickly lose the traces of the white shadow in front of him, lost in the chaotic and complex terrain in front of him, and could not find the correct route.

The cold air around me had a decay smell. The skin that had leaked through Mo Yinu slowly blew into the deep dark room, just like the breath of death slowly flowing through my ears, causing a physiological tremor.

Mo Yi subconsciously shrank his shoulders, frowned, and a trace of frustration slowly emerged from the depths of his eyes.

He looked around him around with completely unlimited routes and characteristics. When he was about to turn around and leave, his pace suddenly stopped. Mo Yi seemed to remember something, and his eyebrows were slightly stunned.

etc……

There is wind.

The entire side hall is basically closed, and the door of the side hall was closed when Mo Yi came in. Logically, there shouldn't be windy, but now there is a very obvious feeling of air flow, and... more than once, this is not the first time Mo Yi has felt the existence of wind in the side hall. The phenomenon of such a high probability of occurrence is no longer a simple accidental explanation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a bright and sharp glimmer flashed deep in his eyes.

——There is a good chance that there is a hidden passage in the room that has not been discovered.

Mo Yi first ruled out the utility room where he found the marble statue. After all, the room was tightly hidden under the blanket covering the wall, and the space inside was very limited, so it was unlikely to form such a breeze.

He slowly closed his eyes and felt the coolness brought by the breeze blowing through his skin-

Have it!

Mo Yi opened his eyes, looked straight to a certain direction deep in the side hall, with a calm and confident face, and walked quickly towards the direction of the cold air flow, firm and fast, as if all the obstacles around him could not stop him, as if they were straight arrows.

The white cloth hanging quietly in the dark was blown by the wind he brought to his walk, slowly floating and swinging, looking like something alive living creature struggling in the darkness.

Mo Yi suddenly stopped.

The solid wall was blocking in front of him, and the narrow area illuminated by the flashlight was eroded by darkness. It swayed slightly with Mo Yi's wrist movement, but you could still see that there was no road ahead, and he had arrived at the end of the side hall at this moment.

The wind has stopped since no idea when it started.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly, his eyes searching and moving on the wall. The wall in front of him seemed to be no different from the others. The exquisite patterns carved on it reflected the slight light of the flashlight in the darkness, casting a deep shadow on the wall. The longing shadows swayed silently in front of him, making people feel a little sensation in their hearts.

He frowned gently, his eyes firmly stuck in one corner of the wall in front of him.

I don’t know if it’s a problem with his viewing angle. The slightly raised patterns on it intertwined with each other. Under the flashlight, it looked like a man’s painful face. Deep despair engraved lines that could not disappear on the man’s face. The numb eyes looked silently into the distance, and I don’t know what I was looking at.

This... seems to be a pattern carved on the brass door!

Mo Yi felt his heart leaping violently in his chest, and the blood from his hands and feet seemed to instantly rush to his face. His cold palm subconsciously clenched the flashlight in his palm, and the slightly smooth touch of the metal seemed to become clearer in his hands.

He slowly took two steps back and raised the flashlight slightly high.

The light column of the flashlight slowly expanded with his movements, slightly dim but wider illuminating light quietly projected onto the wall, illuminating the pattern on it. Finally, for the first time, Mo Yi saw the complete pattern.

It was like a shining light that instantly slashed the darkness, and the roaring sound would dispel the silence.

Mo Yi's fingers subconsciously tightened, slowly widened his eyes, feeling that his breathing seemed to stop. Something heavy stuck in his throat made him unable to speak, but his heart became extremely clear and clear, as if he had finally seen the scene in front of him along the lightning that flashed across the sky.

He knew... what sis means.

It is not the abbreviation he had guessed before, or the first half of a word, but part of a name.

And this name is...

sisyphus [Sisyphus].

He was a figure in ancient Greek mythology. He refused to die out of nostalgia for the world, and even deceived the gods to prolong their lifespan. So the gods were furious and punished him for pushing a huge stone up to the top of the hillside every day. However, when he was about to reach the top of the mountain, the huge rock would roll down to the foot of the mountain due to gravity. Sisyphus would push the huge rock back to the top of the mountain again, and thus it would repeat the same meaningless and inaccessible coolie forever, trapped in an abyss that could not be escaped.

Mo Yi raised his head and stared at the relief made of lines on the wall in front of him.

The pain-faced man had tense muscles all over his body, and the blue veins on his curved arms were bulging with exaggerated veins. In front of him was a huge stone, almost crushing the man's figure. The round stone was carved with shallow symbolic carvings. If you look closely, it was an abstract wetrosnake connected to the head and tail, surrounding the edge of the entire huge stone to form a huge circle.

The Ourobosnake has been the totem of ancient Greece since the beginning.

Symbolizes infinity and reincarnation.

The purpose of the latter in this copy is to complete the portrait, but both servants and players can only provide three types of paint, black and white and red. These colors are just the colors used for sketches. It is completely impossible to fill the complex oil paintings with color-making. Therefore, the painter could only be painfully trapped in the three days of reincarnation, spending the three days before the wedding over and over again, hoping to finish the whole oil painting with three colors, but he was always just a futile attempt. Finally, he returned to the beginning three days later and started a new reincarnation.

Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, feeling as if the stuffy breath accumulated in his chest slowly dissipated, and the clear eyes were clear, and the whole picture of this copy finally slowly appeared in front of him.

But…the question is, who punished Mr. Klaus?

Could it be that white shadow? And why?

Mo Yi thought in a daze, while slowly fitting his palm against the mottled and undulating patterns on the wall. The touch under his palm did not look like a wall... but like metal.

The brass door he had never found, the mysterious room-

Finally found by him.

Before Mo Yi could push the door open, he could only feel the touch under his palm softening slightly, as if suddenly from a lifeless dead object to a living living object, as if there was a strange attraction that pulled Mo Yi's palm into the depths of the wall. The exquisite and abstract relief on the wall seemed to be twisted into a huge arc. The man's painful face was distorted into a smile or a crying expression, staring straight at Mo Yi.

He was surprised and quickly held his wrist with his other hand and pulled it out hard to prevent himself from being pulled into it by this strange force.

Before Mo Yi could come up with a reason, the walls and carpets in front of him began to melt, like oil paintings eroded by heat. All colors and patterns seemed to melt and flow down the wall. Countless different colors melted into dirty and confusing patterns, and the speed became faster and faster. Gurgling into the flow of pigments, everything around him was melting, whether it was a marble statue or a decoration and blanket on the wall, even the white cloth turned into a piece of paint that was wet sticking to the ground, mixed with other colors around him.

The attraction on the palm suddenly turned into a powerful momentum.

The river formed by countless pigments became an ocean, rushing towards Mo Yi like a flood that opened the gate. Instantly, it turned into a pattern of intertwined colors, as if it was about to fill the whole world with pigments. There were still countless unmelted coffins and furniture floating on it. The huge force of the pigments rolled up Mo Yi's body, making his eyes spin in front of him, and he completely identified the direction.

Mo Yi waved his hands in vain, trying to find a support point to lower and offset the dizziness in front of him.

He searched without target with wide open eyes. In his sight, Mo Yi saw the unmelted coffin hitting his head with the impact and push of the wave of paint. He subconsciously closed his eyes, but felt a sudden tug from his wrist, pulling him away from the wave head that was about to be hit by the coffin.

The familiar cold touch was on his wrist, which tightly surrounded his wrist bones.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked in the direction where the force was coming. Wen Chen was also hit by the waves of pigments and drifted towards the back. He pulled it hard, and Mo Yi was hugged into the familiar embrace. The pungent smell of pigments was a faint scent of pine forest, and Wen Chen's low voice came to his ears:

"I found you."

The wave of pigment wrapped in powerful force rushed the two of them quickly to the door of the side hall.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen were photographed on the ground in the corridor by the waves, and then the tide of the paint slowly faded away, gradually condensed and dried up into a stiff block. The door of the side hall had disappeared, and only countless paints mixed with colors blocked the end of the corridor tightly.
Chapter completed!