Chapter 155

Taking advantage of the time when other players were hurriedly walking towards their room, Mo Yi and Wen Chen also returned to their room.

The oil painting near the door of the room was quietly hung on the wall. The woman in the painting was pale and red. Her naked body looked particularly dazzling in a hazy shadow. The blood marks on her neck became clearer. From a distance, it looked like a person's head was separated. The bright blood-red bed sheets mat under her pale limbs formed a strange and weird picture.

Mo Yi stared at the painting, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and said calmly: "Based on the current appearance of this painting, I think I'm very likely to be the next one."

Wen Chen did not answer directly, but turned his eyes and swept around the oil painting, curled his lips, and a hint of contempt flashed in his light-colored eyes.

Mo Yi sighed and reached out to correct Wen Chen's chin: "I know there is no problem for you to protect me from the dungeon..."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows, as if he was questioning - then what are you talking about this?

Mo Yi stared into Wen Chen's eyes and said seriously: "But sometimes, wealth and honor are in danger, so... I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Wen Chen realized Mo Yi's voice-over, his eyes sank slightly, his lips tightened slightly, and he frowned in resistance.

Mo Yi had a little helplessly increased the strength of his hands, and naturally touched the curve of Wen Chen's jaw with his fingertips, and continued: "It's not that you completely ignore my safety, but... If I'm in danger, don't immediately resolve it, give me some time to observe."

Wen Chen still frowned, staring at Mo Yi with light eyes, and said softly: "But..."

Mo Yi interrupted him and added slowly: "Besides, if it is really dangerous, I still have props to help you."

Wen Chen let out a long breath, reached out and held Mo Yi's hand on his cheek and sent it to his lips, gently dropped a cold kiss, and whispered: "...Okay."

Mo Yi leaned closer to Wen Chen's lips: "Be good."

After he finished this action, both of them were stunned.

Mo Yi's gaze drifted across Wen Chen's pale cheeks with bloody color, and he coughed softly, as if he wanted to say something.

But at this moment, Wen Chen suddenly stepped forward without warning, deepening the simple touch between the lips into a short and fierce kiss. After a few seconds, the two separated panting.

Mo Yi sighed, then threw the jar and raised his hand and rubbed Wen Chen's hair hard, and said, "Okay, come and help."

Wen Chen, with some messy hair and a light smile in his light eyes, said, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he raised his hand to wrap Mo Yi's wrist and gently stroked his wrist bone. When he let go, Mo Yi saw a bracelet made of light gray mist condensed on his wrist, which was almost exactly the same as the last time. He was stunned for a moment, and only heard Chen say in his ear: "Just just in case."

Mo Yi didn't care either, so he nodded slightly, then turned his head again to look at the oil painting hanging in the shadows in the corner of the wall.

He frowned and thought for a while, then raised his hand and took it off the wall of his room-

It was so easy that I had almost no resistance, as if it was just an ordinary oil painting.

He thought for a few seconds, opened the door and took the oil painting out, then casually opened a room with no one at the end of the corridor, and placed the oil painting against the wall.

After Mo Yi returned to the room again, when he opened the door, he found that the painting with a faint bloody smell was still hanging quietly on the wall, as if he had never left at all.

——It seems that just taking the oil painting out of the room is useless.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, raised his hand again to remove the oil painting from the wall, then pulled the canvas of the oil painting out of the frame, then turned his head and handed it to Wen Chen

Wen Chen gently stroked down with his fingertips, and heard a sharp and sharp sound of cloth tearing. The oil painting shattered in half, and fell into pieces of dust and pigment.

Mo Yi threw the broken picture frame and canvas in his hand to his feet casually, then looked up again at the wall that looked empty due to the loss of the hanging painting - something strange happened.

I saw pale colors slowly appearing on the dark red wallpaper, and then the outline gradually became clear, becoming a woman lying on her back, her pale face, her eyelids were closed, her expression was peaceful and quiet, and a blood mark was crossed on her slender neck.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-red sheets under her body spread and the intertwined blood, gradually emerging canvas texture.

Finally, there is a dark black picture frame wrapped around golden threads.

It looks like this oil painting "growns" directly from the wall. The whole process happened in front of Mo Yi, only a few dozen seconds before and after.

He was slightly stunned, then lowered his head and picked up the canvas he threw on the ground, which was drawn in half by Wen Chen, spread them out and smoothed them, and saw a blank space on it.

Mo Yi turned around and ran to the room where he had just put the oil painting he picked up - Sure enough, the oil painting leaning against the wall also turned into a blank space, as if it had been a blank canvas from the beginning.

He took a deep breath slowly and his eyebrows were furrowed.

It seems that unless the wall can be destroyed, the oil painting will probably not be able to be removed from the wall.

And according to the usual habits of the copy...the possibility of this approach is slim.

Mo Yi left the empty room and walked slowly into his room, lowering his eyes and pondering as he walked. At this moment, he seemed to smell something strange at the end of his nose - it seemed to be the smell of some kind of spice burning, and the cold and sweet smell slowly spread, causing him to stop involuntarily.

The corridor in front of me seemed to be infinitely stretched and could not see the end, and a deep darkness was shrouded in front of me.

There was silence in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi heard a gentle whimper, and the crying echoed in the cold and empty corridor like a wandering thread, lingering around him as if he were away from each other.

Mo Yi paused, and at this moment, the walls of the corridor beside him began to slowly seep out blood. It seemed that some wound was hidden under the thin wallpaper, which was soaked with deep red blood. Then it slowly meandered down along the dizzy blood. The gurgling blood flow gathered into large streams of blood, which quickly flowed onto the carpet, and the strong smell of blood spread.

The blood that flowed to the ground began to flow, as if it was guided by some strange force, leaving a strange open space in the middle of the carpet - it looked like the woman lying on her back in the oil painting.

Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes and stood quietly waiting.

I saw the relief on the ground slowly manifesting itself, the woman's pale limbs were lying in a pool of blood, and then... Mo Yi seemed to have caught some strange sound in his ears—

It seemed to be a whisper, it seemed to be a cry, and it seemed to be a chanting, and it sounded in the ears in a chaotic and vague manner.

It seemed... it sounded from behind.

Mo Yi subconsciously held his breath and slowly turned his head to look behind him. He saw that the corridor behind him was rotating as if it was twisted, stirring like a whole mess. All the colors were mixed together, spreading towards Mo Yi's feet from a deep black cave in the distance, making him feel like he was almost sucked in...

Then, he heard a clear and low voice, and slowly read the broken sentence: "...a headless corpse was on the thirsty pillow, and the red and active blood flowed out like a small river, making the bed sheets drink as greedily as a pasture..."

This is the poem hidden behind the oil painting.

Cold sweat slowly oozed out of Mo Yi's palm. He silently recited the name of the prop in his heart. The cold and smooth glass beads were hard to touch the palm of his hand. He stared at the slowly moving and rotating corridor, staring at the broken and melting color, his eyes were a little astringent, but he did not dare to blink at all, for fear of missing any clues.

The river of blood flowing from the wall spread to his ankles, and Mo Yi felt a pair of cold palms slowly climbing onto his calves.

He looked down and saw the woman in the painting lying on her feet on her back, her thin and pale arms wrapped around her legs like a snake, and the surging blood spread out from the broken opening on her neck. The peaceful and tight eyes slowly opened, revealing a lifeless gray film covering the dark eyes.

These were eyes belonging to the corpse, but at this moment they were staring at him tightly.

Mo Yi's fingers slowly tightened—

And at this moment, he felt the pulling force on his wrist suddenly become clear.

Immediately afterwards, a dizzy feeling came in an instant, as if Mo Yi was put into the washing machine and stirred, occupying his body and mind. The slow chanting sound suddenly became sharp in his ears, as if the sound of scraping hard on the glass with his fingernails-

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes and gasped.

He found that he was lying in Wen Chen's arms at this moment, and the other party's hand was tightly surrounding his wrist, handcuffing his wrist bones like an iron hoop.

There was a strong smell of blood at the end of the nose.

Mo Yi raised his head with some difficulty and looked at his body - he saw that his body was naked. The exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of blood, as if blood was being excreted from his pores. As he raised his head, Mo Yi felt a warm liquid flowing down his cheeks.

He struggled to raise his hand and touched it, and saw bright redness all over his hands.

Wen Chen took a towel to help him wipe the blood from his face and body, then helped him stand up and asked in a low voice:

"How are you?"

Mo Yi was about to nod, but he heard a noisy sound outside the door. Someone ran through the corridor, and half of the broken words came into his ears through the walls and the half-closed door:
Chapter completed!