Chapter 199

The house is completely in chaos.

All the decorations of tables and chairs melt slowly and unstoppably. The viscous pigments slide down the walls and dripped from the ceiling to the ground. They mixed with other pigments into a dizzying river, gathering into a shallow torrent along the slanted curve of the ground, and the air was filled with a wet and unpleasant smell.

Such obvious and indescribable changes made every player extremely frightened. They watched in a daze and at a loss as everything in the dungeon fell apart, helplessly witnessing everything in their sight gradually distorted and deformed, but they could not make any remedies, and they did not know why everything happened.

It seemed as if you could get safety by gathering tightly. Everyone gathered in the hall like a frightened bird, staring tremblingly as the whole room became disintegrating. The marble was like a pale face like a snowman in the sun, gradually distorting as the temperature rose, and melting into an ugly appearance that looked like a human being.

Mo Yi walked on the soft and wet ground with one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if the swamped floor had slowed down his pace, making it take him a long time to finally get into the hall.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, a player noticed his figure, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Here."

The other players looked in Mo Yi's direction in unison. The despair and at a loss seemed to fade away a little in an instant, and their dark eyes were brighter, as if he was a spider silk hanging from the bottom of the cliff, or a driftwood floating in the turbulent river.

Mo Yi ignored the players' eager eyes, but glanced around the crowd and glanced around with a slightly condensed look:

——Li Wang and ** are still not among the crowd.

The player who had first apologized to Mo Yi came forward and said with no false excitement: "That's great. We haven't seen you just now, and thought..." He seemed to realize his words, and instantly stopped talking, looked Mo Yi up and down, and his eyes became more full of expectations: "That... do you know what's going on now? Is... any new discoveries?"

His last sentence was very light, and he didn't seem to be very conscious, but the urgency and worry in his tone were hard to hide.

Mo Yi looked at his body according to the other party's gaze, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Perhaps because of his previous experience in the brass-colored gate, his body was covered with oil paint of various colors, and now he had dried up hard on his clothes. As he moved, fine pigment residue fell down. The paint below his calves had not yet dried up, and it was shining with a wet luster under the already faint light.

He looked embarrassed, and was completely different from other neatly decorated players in the room. He saw that he had experienced a very dangerous situation.

All the players focused their attention on Mo Yi, as if hope of breaking the deadlock was condensed on his shoulders.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer for a moment. While he was silent, a familiar voice came from behind him, breaking the silence in front of him:

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone's eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and saw two figures, one in front and one in the deformed corridor slowly walking in the distorted corridor. As the steps approached, their faces finally appeared under the already half-melted light, and their facial features shrouded in shadow gradually became clear. Under the eyes of all players, the two people slowly walked out of the corridor - it was Li Wang and **.

Li Wang, who was walking in front, looked around the people in the room with an unpredictable expression, and slowly asked again: "What are you doing - are you actually seeking advice from the boss?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.

One of the players stared at ** and Li Wang impatiently, and said impatiently in the crowd: "Are you done? From the beginning, you have been targeting him and guiding other players to suspect them. You should have a limit when you always do this, right?"

Other players agreed, and the players who had just talked with Mo Yi also looked angry and said loudly:

"Yes, and the clues since entering the dungeon were basically provided by Mo Yi. Whether it is the note behind the photo frame, the way the dungeon kills, and the food that reminds us not to eat dungeons, have you made any contributions from beginning to end? Maybe you are the undercover agents who come to frame people, right?"

His words were recognized by most players, and everyone nodded and echoed, shouting:

"Yes, don't set the pace."

"Do you think we are so easily deceived by your lies?"

"You are also very suspicious, you have always been suspicious of others and have never done anything else." "Yes, yes"

Everyone's remarks became more extreme. As the paint melted and flowed, the room became more cramped and narrow, and the air was filled with an uneasy and restless atmosphere. Mo Yi's heart slowly surged with an ominous premonition - even people like himself who were more determined and non-humans like Wen Chen would be silently affected by the negative effects of the ring, not to mention these novice players who have not experienced several copies. The violent fluctuations in the emotions of the people in this copy made it difficult for him not to think of the role played by the ring.

He was about to say something to stop the remarks that were rapidly evolving towards danger, but Yu Guang accidentally passed by ** and Li Wang, who were standing on the other side of the hall. Although they were standing in the center of the vortex of public opinion attack, their attitude was unexpectedly calm and free, and there was even a faint and mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Mo Yi's heart beat, and the ominous feeling in his heart became even stronger. Before he could do anything, the next second, he heard ** standing behind him suddenly speak:

"The way of killing a copy is to follow the color of the oil painting, right?"

**Paused for a moment, and then continued to ask: "But the oil paintings cannot be destroyed, but they cannot be taken off. It means that even if we know the way to kill people, we still cannot stop the copy from killing, right?"

The player who just refuted was choked and retorted with some resentment: "So what, this is not..."

Before he could finish speaking, ** interrupted him without giving him any face and continued to say as if no one else was left:

"He told you not to eat the food in the copy, right?"

The players gradually became quiet, looked at each other in a glance, and someone answered, "...Yes, yes."

**The curve of the corners of the lips is even greater: "So after he issued this reminder, will any servants or housekeepers in this dungeon bring you food?"

There was silence in the hall, and the players looked at each other for a few times, then shook their heads.

**Continue to pursue the victory: "So, until now, the so-called "useful" clues that Mo Yi provides to you are all irrelevant whether you know or don't know that the direction of the entire copy is irrelevant?"

Everyone was speechless.

Human beings never want to agree with the thoughts that others put into their minds, but they always believe in the conclusions they draw - and what does it mean if that conclusion is derived by themselves? As long as they think it is the result of their own independent thinking.

A silent and tense atmosphere spreads in the air.

Mo Yi slowly tightened his fingers holding Wen Chen's wrist tightly, and transmitted the pressure from his fingertips to Wen Chen's wrist.

From the moment ** spoke, Mo Yi immediately reached out and held Wen Chen's wrist and used body language to prevent Wen Chen from doing any extreme behavior. After all, Wen Chen almost couldn't control his impulse to attack others last time. Now, with the blessing of the side effects of the ring, Wen Chen became more emotional.

However, **, Li Wang, and Mo Yi have noticed their strangeness a long time ago.

Now, compared to caring about the views of the irrelevant players, Mo Yi cared more about what these two people wanted to do. He subconsciously felt that this might be very critical.

Secondly... Wen Chen's current state is really not optimistic.

In order to dispel the side effects of props, it caused a large amount of blood loss. After Mo Yi disappeared, his crazy search clearly touched the bottom line that the game could tolerate, and began to suppress and punish Wen Chen in reverse. Although Wen Chen had just covered up his condition without missing a trace, even Mo Yi could not notice his strangeness, but... Mo Yi knew that Wen Chen's current condition was not ideal.

So they cannot act rashly now.

Li Wang looked around the players who were already in doubt, and finally threw out a big deal:

"If you don't believe it, you can look at the ring on Mo Yi's finger. According to the information I collected... that is the power ring of Klaus's house, which is only possible for the head of the family to have..."

Mo Yi's eyes narrowed instantly - even he learned this information from Mr. Klaus himself less than an hour ago. How could Li Wang know about it?!

Before everyone could digest all the information they said, Li Wang raised his hand that had been hiding in the shadow since the beginning, his fingers tightly clutched the pitch-black hair, and a head was hanging under his palm. All the players couldn't help but take a breath. They recognized... it was the butler's head.

The pale broken neck of the marble drips downward with pigments that exudes a sweet fragrance.

Li Wang slowly pulled up the messy hair covering the butler's pale face, and slowly raised a determined smile on his face: "Who do you think he looks like?"

Even Mo Yi was shocked.

The housekeeper's pale face, almost wearing a mask, seemed to have changed a little, which was originally ordinary and unsurprising. It was clearer and clearer than when Mo Yi saw it.

It looks...it looks like Wen Chen's facial contour.

Mo Yi's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic, and countless information suddenly jumped out of his mind. The complex and huge amount of information was entangled like a ball of threads, making him unable to think for a moment. He was in his ears with the sound of Li Wang talking in the distance, but no words were transmitted smoothly to his mind. He could only hear a rough idea through a hazy vagueness:
Chapter completed!