Chapter 197

Mo Yi stared at the scattered pigment fragments in his palm in a daze, and involuntarily twisted it gently with his fingers.

The dim and dry gray irregular pieces dissipated into even more tiny powder when they were touched, slowly sliding down from his fingers, falling floating in the countless seas of colored pigments on the ground, and could no longer find any trace.

Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, he patted his palm quietly, and then stood up on the ground.

He slowly looked around at the environment around him, and his eyes gently swept across the butler who was still standing not far away.

The familiar mechanical female voice sounded in my ears:

"Dangdang Dangdang, congratulations to player No. 13 Mo Yi for unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game

The side mission is opened, and completing the side mission will reward you with generous points. Please continue to work hard!"

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze indifferently, thinking indifferently—

It turns out that the essence of the copy is considered to be from the mouths of the characters in the game... But perhaps this is why the system's broadcast did not appear when Klaus finished speaking, but only sounded in his ears after he was wiped out.

The pigment flowed under your feet even faster, making a wet and viscous flow sound in the deep and dark cave.

Mo Yi's eyes flashed gently from his wrist - he saw light blue marks printed on his thin wrist bones, and the light color looked particularly conspicuous on his pale skin. When he looked in carefully, he could see blurry numbers floating faintly, like some unique chain wrapped around his wrist.

But only he himself knows the dangerous nature of it.

The ring is a vicious prop similar to the monkey's paw. It will satisfy the user's wishes, but it will also make the user pay for his greed.

Just like Sisyphus who wishes for eternal life, he is trapped in purgatory forever and unrequited.

And the emotion used by this ring is not just "greed".

And "love."

Although Klaus had the painting talent he had always dreamed of, he fell in love with the beauty who was painted at an extraordinary level, and eventually fell into madness in love and obsession. In order to make the people in the painting come true, he slaughtered his servants and eventually killed himself. He still could not escape after death. Like Sisyphus, he would never be imprisoned in the endless cycle of reincarnation forever. Although his father, although Klaus had not revealed much, he could think that a marriage between a gentleman and a beautiful lady with a rich family background and a painter was very rare, so it is very likely that their marriage was also facilitated through this ring - of course, he also paid the price.

Such punishments as falling into reincarnation should take effect only after the person involved dies. When the ring is handed over to the next bewitched victim, reincarnation will end, and it will be wiped out like Klaus, and finally get the long-awaited death.

Mo Yi slowly stroked the ring that was tightly clasped on his fingertips. The cutting edges of the pigeon blood-red gemstone felt hard and sharp, making the fingers hurt.

According to the information provided by Klaus, the existence of the ring will cause hallucination, and the stronger the love a person is, the deeper the influence of it... Then the more abnormal state Wen Chen showed since he entered the dungeon, his slowness in observation and perception, emotional instability, and his inability to process information, are likely to be affected by the ring.

And...more importantly...

Mo Yi looked down at the ring that shined with light, slowly narrowed his eyes, and what Klaus said appeared in his mind:

[You are the one it chooses.]

And with the blessing of the escape game, the negative impact and ability of the ring will be magnified thousands of times - it used to only affect Klaus's father alone, but now it can transform its influence into a huge mansion. In the past, the ring could not choose its own host, and could only satisfy the wishes and greed of all those who brought it with it, but now it can choose itself from a group of players, and even mislead and design itself to bring the ring step by step.

But what Mo Yi couldn't figure out was that he didn't try to grab the things in his hand crazy, nor did he have any obsession and love that he wanted even if he paid everything.

...Why did the ring choose to be yourself?

So far, he has used the ring twice, but now, except for the ring that cannot be taken off, there are basically no major side effects. This makes Mo Yi half affirm his guess--only, only by achieving the host's true obsession can the ring receive the so-called "reward" from the host. The two times he used before are just a means to lure himself into decorating him to complete the binding with him, and the real threat has not yet appeared.

Mo Yi stretched out his finger and gently touched the light blue marks on his wrist.

It feels soft and smooth, and there is no difference from the skin at all, but the color on it becomes deeper and the flowing code looks clearer.

Mo Yi raised his head and looked around the hall in front of him carefully. The scarlet wall in front of him seemed to be flowing with bloody tears, slowly flowing downward with sticky and rich pigments. The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of pigments. Under his feet were the same as gummy asphalt pigments, which slowly flowed outward along the tilted angle of the ground, slowly and clearly over Mo Yi's feet.

He suddenly realized-

The shape of this copy will change according to the ring owner. Klaus was a failed painter before, so the house was constructed based on the material that Klaus was most familiar with - pigments. The entity constructed was the old house of Klaus who grew up with him. Even the chains symbolizing bondage on Klaus's wrist were made of pigments.

Now that the owner of the ring has been replaced by Mo Yi, everything needs to be reconstructed.

The new unit structure it chose is naturally what Mo Yi is most familiar with - code.

Mo Yi turned his wrist and looked at the light blue numbers flowing slowly on his pale wrist, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted:

Not to mention, it looks pretty good.

At this moment, the sound of Krakela was suddenly heard behind him. Mo Yi was startled, pulled out of his mind, turned his head and looked behind him, and saw that the brass-colored door slowly cracked the crack like a spider-web-like gap, as if it was rushing forward with some huge force. The high top of the door slowly fell in the fine dust, and countless oil paintings embedded in the deep dark and heavy picture frames fell down, shattering on the hard ground in a mess, making deafening sounds.

Mo Yi looked vigilantly at the cracks on the door that were spreading at an extremely violent speed, and even spreading to the walls around him, and couldn't help but tense his nerves.

The next second, the crack on the door was instantly destroyed by violent force, and in the blink of an eye it broke into shaking pieces, rumbling down to the ground, the dust and pigment fragments rose up to dust in the sky, blending into the large fog that instantly surged from the broken mouth on the door. The surging and mad fog rushed in like the waves of the sea, causing the visibility around him to be extremely low in an instant, almost reaching the point where he could not see his fingers.

But Mo Yi relaxed, he slowly breathed out, feeling a huge force on his waist.

The mist around him seemed to be washed by the strong wind, and instantly clarified, gathering in front of Mo Yi's eyes at a speed that was almost impossible to capture by the naked eye, outlining the familiar human-shaped outline.

Wen Chen's eyes were red, and a violent and fierce look flashed in his light-colored eyes, as if he was a wounded beast, becoming more dangerous. At this moment, Wen Chen's face was shockingly violent, as if he was seeing a blood blade, and his fierce aura could almost scratch the surrounding people. The heavy and rolling pressure was filled with cold murderous intent—

Mo Yi had never seen him so angry.

Wen Chen's gloomy and cold eyes subconsciously softened when they touched Mo Yi, as if he was afraid that the hostility on his body would hurt him, but the undepressed violent aura still emanated from him. Mo Yi couldn't help but have an irresistible idea: Compared to himself, Wen Chen seemed to be controlled by a ring! Hey, the ring was tied to the wrong person!

Just when he was a little ecstatic, he felt the shadow in front of him suddenly pressing forward-

Wen Chen's movements rushed over with a fierce look, but the moment he touched Mo Yi, it suddenly became gentle. His arms slowly tightened, as if he wanted to buckle Mo Yi into his chest and integrate it into his arms. With almost cruel tenderness, his breath enveloped Mo Yi. His cold breath was sprayed on Mo Yi's side face quickly and chaoticly, making him feel a little itchy.

"Okay, am I okay?"

Mo Yi patted his back helplessly and said softly.

Wen Chen slowly let go of Mo Yi, took a few steps back, his eyes were still red, he gritted his teeth and said, "...I'm sorry."

Threads of thin blood flowed down the corners of his lips, dyeing his pale chin into bright red, and then dripping along the lines of his jaw, looking shocking, but Wen Chen just slapped it lightly without caring, staring at Mo Yi with a pair of light-colored eyes, his voice hoarse:

"……sorry."

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized something.

Wen Chen had lost too much power due to bloodletting, and the negative guidance of the ring itself reduced his defense and vigilance and took the opportunity to kidnap him. However, Wen Chen regarded this as his own mistake, so he began to look for his own trace despite the dungeon's suppression of his abilities - thus leading to being punished and backfired by the game.

Mo Yi felt a little confused. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Wen Chen's chin, but when he was halfway through, Wen Chen grabbed his wrist. His eyes fell on Mo Yi's hand in shock, his voice trembled slightly, and only a simple syllable was emitted:

"……this……?"

Mo Yi followed Wen Chen's gaze and saw the ring on his finger. He suddenly realized that the position of the ring was very awkward. He couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Wen Chen was so angry that his eyes turned black and he said in a little confused:

"Who...! Who dares...even me, I don't have time..."

Mo Yi: “…???”
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