Chapter 162

The other players seemed to notice something was wrong, turned around and looked back with Mo Yi's gaze, then directly met the pale marble statue, and couldn't help but be scared, looking back at the cold and hard face of the marble statue.

But Mo Yi was thinking about another thing.

He recalled that he seemed to see the marble statue moving in the hall before... If he had read it correctly at that time, would the other marble statues in this house have changed from the living person?

Then, this brings a more critical problem.

If so, then are those marble statues transformed from players who have entered this dungeon, or are they transformed from living people who have originally existed in this dungeon?

Mo Yi frowned tightly and stared at the marble statue in front of him with thoughtful movements.

The air in the room was so tight that it was incredibly tight that the windless air was filled with a rich fragrance, and it was dead silent except for the melodious and cheerful tune that never stopped.

At this moment, the statue in front of me suddenly moved-

Their movements were stiff and unnatural, but they were obviously moving. Mo Yi suddenly felt that the nerves and bodies of all the players around him were tense up instantly, as if they wanted to find an opportunity to escape - but they were in the closed and unobstructed room in front of them at the same time.

So the players could only stare at the statue in front of them with a secret warning, hoping to get some advantage.

I saw the statue in front of me being face to face, with hard and hard-beaming arms resting on the other person's body, and it looked like... it was about to start dancing.

But then, they remained in this posture as if they had never moved and were in such a shape from beginning to end.

Everyone stared at the statue in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy, and looked around the room vigilantly, waiting for possible changes and dangers in the next second.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the marble statue in front of him more attentively, and listened carefully to the cheerful and melodious music in his ears - this music seemed to have just entered a new paragraph, and the changes between the notes seemed to be more intense and lively, and then became soothing, as if they were about to enter the final chapter.

He suddenly said, "Dance."

These two short words were fleeting, but Mo Yi's voice was firm and powerful, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The players suddenly realized that the music kept ringing in the dance party, and the changes in the statue just now all hint at what they should do now...Dancing!

The atmosphere in this room is too weird and depressing, and it is stumbled by the solidified thinking, which leads the players' thinking astray, not thinking about the hints the dungeons they give them, but only guards against the dangers that may come next.

After Mo Yi woke them up, they woke up instantly and began to look for their dance partners in panic.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath and subconsciously looked at him.

I saw Wen Chen standing there in a chaotic hustle and bustle, quietly watching him.

It is like the everlasting grinding stone hitting the torrent of chaos, or a thick shadow that tears the light and shadows of the room apart.

Wen Chen stepped forward slowly. He was slender and upright, with a handsome and quiet face. He was wearing an ancient and complex dress, which made people feel a sense of time confused. He stretched out his right arm gracefully, his slender and fair palms stretched out, and his light gray eyes flashed under the light, and asked:

“Mayi?”

Mo Yi paused his eyes slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He placed his palm on Wen Chen's hand and replied softly:

“asyouwish.”

The smile on Wen Chen's face became a little more real. He put his fingers in his palm and pulled him closer to him. Then, he led Mo Yi's palm to his thin waist, while he put it on Mo Yi's shoulders - his eyes were facing each other, his nose and breath intertwined, and the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.

The quarrels and noise in my ears seemed to fade away like a tide in an instant, and everything became quiet.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his lips tightly tensed, and his brows frowned and cursed.

Wen Chen didn't seem to have expected Mo Yi's reaction to be like this. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked deep into Wen Chen's light-colored eyes. Then he suddenly stepped forward and pecked Wen Chen's lips, then quickly retreated with a mysterious smile on his face:

"nothing."

Wen Chen was stunned for a moment, his lips raised uncontrollably, and he almost instantly threw the question behind his head, and then uncontrollably showed a silly smile that was inconsistent with his cold face.

The two of them stood together in the same tall figures and dresses of the same color. Although they were in this room that was red as if stained with blood, they still looked harmonious and matched.

At this moment, the sound of the music in my ears was slowly quieting down, and then a new song started to ring. Just as the new notes fell, a harsh scream sounded in my ears.

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and his footsteps changed slightly with the changes in the music, looking in the direction where the sound came.

In the middle of the dance floor, a player was exploring everywhere in fear and panic. The familiar white slowly spread on their bodies. Even if he tried hard to struggle and move his body, it would be useless. His soles were nailed to the ground tightly, and then quickly became a member of the numerous marble statues in full view of everyone.

But he was obviously in the dancing position.

The player who was dancing with him suddenly stepped back, but as soon as she let go, her body began to spread hard and pale colors. She screamed and begged, but she still turned into a marble statue in fear and despair.

In just five minutes, two more people died.

A new panic surged among the crowd like a wave. Everyone continued to dance stiffly while whispering to each other, with unconcealed horror on their faces - now the players are not facing tangible monsters, but invisible threats. This unpredictable sense of crisis covers everyone's heads like dark clouds, as if they don't know when the blades on their necks will panic.

Mo Yi was stunned and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He said in a voice that only Wen Chen could hear:

“Can we get closer?”

Wen Chen nodded, and the two danced without a trace while approaching the pair of marble statues.

While Mo Yi was walking with the music, he carefully observed the two marble statues - however, during the dancing process, it was difficult for Mo Yi to free up his hands and complete eyes to observe the two murdered players, so he had to wander and dance with Wen Chen next to the two sculptures, observing in the gap between turning around, but... no matter how you look at it, the appearance of these two statues is exactly the same as other marble statues, and there is no difference at all.

Time passed by minute by minute. Just when Mo Yi was at a loss, he heard the music in his ears slowly stopping. The dance hall was silent, and there seemed to be no intention to ring again for the time being.

Everyone stood in the middle of the room at a loss, with some stiff palms still on their dance companions. They didn't know whether to stop or continue. Their eyes fell on the two statues that first appeared in the room. They saw that they had changed their postures. The stiff arms moved away from each other's body, and the dancing posture disappeared.

Only then did everyone finally believe that this was probably an intermission break.

The players let go of their dance partners, but they still dared not let them be too far away from them, for fear that the music would sound again without warning, and it would be too late to find their dance partners at that time.

Mo Yi quickly walked towards the two marble statues, frowned and looked at them carefully from top to bottom.

Their naked skin looks pale and hard under the light, and the look of horror before death still vividly solidifies on their faces. Those who don't know what kind of master's work may think that this is the masterpiece, which makes people shudder.

But the dress did not turn into a stone, but was still softly placed on the stone portrait.

Mo Yi walked slowly around the stone statue, his lips tightly pursed, his face dark, and he seemed a little confused.

At this moment, his steps suddenly paused slightly, and an extra reasonable guess appeared in his mind. Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the person who turned into a marble statue first, then reached into his arms and groped, searching for something from top to bottom.

--No.

Mo Yi frowned and walked quickly to another marble statue, groping on him—

Found it!

His eyes lit up, and he slowly took out the things he found from the inner pocket of the marble statue with his fingers:

It was an exquisite gold-plated paper page, with a slight dark pattern in the light, and a few lines of familiar handwriting on it - it was the wedding invitation!

The other players' eyes were attracted by Mo Yi's actions, and they were stunned for a moment after seeing the things in his hand.

**Surve quickly towards the first man who turned into a marble statue and searched for it. After a minute, he turned around with a bad expression and shook his head slowly.

The man didn't have an invitation.

Everyone's breathing was suffocated instantly, and the pale and weird butler's words appeared in their hearts:

"You must have received the invitation, please save it."

However, for such a long time, there was no time for this dungeon to use the invitation. Many players who were not very experienced slowly despised it. It happened that today's dinner required changing clothes, so the invitation was not brought.

Several players' faces were pale - they staggered back a few steps, their legs so weak that they could only stand up straight by holding onto the table.

And the worst thing is that once the music starts, the person who stops dancing will also lead to death, and then the dance partners of those players who have no invitation will encounter the same fate.
Chapter completed!