Chapter 166

Mo Yi was stunned, turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Sure enough, the door handle can be moved again this time-

With a creaking sound, the door opened inward with his pulling force, and the crack of the door gradually expanded. Mo Yi felt a cold wind blowing from outside the door, like the last breath of a dying person, slowly passing through his exposed neck, causing him to shivering involuntarily.

——The corridor outside the door.

The soft dark red carpet was dyed with a light yellow light by the exquisite wall lights in the corridor, surrounded by high baroque ceilings and walls, and a tray was quietly placed on the ground at the door, with brand new dresses on it, but other than that, everything in front of you looked very familiar.

Is this...returning to normal?

Mo Yi frowned in confusion and walked out across the tray on the ground.

When he really stood in the corridor, he realized something was wrong. He saw that the corridor that should have extended to the distance was swallowed by thick darkness, and there was no way forward and back. The corridor in front of him seemed to be floating in the barren void, and only the cold and silent wind slowly came from the void.

Mo Yi's eyes were slightly dark. He stared at the darkness in front of him, and then withdrew his gaze.

It seems that waiting until six o'clock tonight is the only way.

He bent down and picked up the tray placed on the ground, turned around and walked into his room.

The door slowly covered the corridor again, and Mo Yi closed it with a click.

Mo Yi picked up the dress on the tray and looked at it: its flowing fabric was pure black like night, without any variegation, and there was no unnecessary decoration or pattern on the whole dress. Even if it looked a little simple in his eyes, let alone compared to the dress provided for the dance party last night. Mo Yi rubbed the soft fabric of the clothes with his fingers and gently stroked the fine stitching of the clothes cut through the clothes - but the workmanship and fabric were still as luxurious and high-end.

He threw the dress onto the bed casually, then held his arms and looked down at it, unable to help but feel a little confused.

If the wedding was held at 6 o'clock tonight, then it is logical that black, white and red should be collected... In this case, the only remaining white should have been completed. It is possible that the dungeon killed the player with the white oil painting in the room when the player and the player were isolated today, but there is another possibility...

You know, in the dance hall last night, the player turned into a marble statue and died.

Whenever the player is killed by color, the player's corpse will become the corresponding color, such as the corpse that is like charcoal after burning fire, or a corpse that seems to be bleeding heavily under the skin and overflowing with sticky blood. Then... white refers to the miserable whiteness after the player turns into a marble statue?

If that is the case, then the petrochemicals in the dance hall last night would be selective...

Mo Yi still remembers that there were so many players who did not bring invitations last night. There were four players who died because they lost invitations, while there were three players who were implicated because they had no dance companions... Then those players who died because they lost invitations were not random, but selective.

He now regrets that he didn't pay close attention to what players died during the dancing last night.

After all, Mo Yi has read all the notes of players and remembered them clearly. If he has paid attention to them, it will be very easy to get the role now, and he doesn't have to wander between these two possibilities now.

He reached out to pinch the bridge of his nose with some fatigue, and then sat down beside the bed.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt a cold finger pressing on his temple. He opened his eyes and fell backwards.

Sure enough, a cold and slight pine forest aura caught him.

Wen Chen bent down and touched his eyebrows gently, then adjusted his posture so that Mo Yi's pillow would feel more comfortable.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and stared at him. From his perspective, he could only see Wen Chen's beautiful jaw and neck curve. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked:

"By the way, do you know why the other players who didn't dance were not petrified last night when the first player was petrified, after all, the music was already playing at that time."

Wen Chen lowered his head a little - now his lips entered Mo Yi's sight - just as he was about to answer, Mo Yi interrupted him: "This question probably has little to do with the entire copy. I'm actually just curious, if you..."

Wen Chen laughed softly and replied: "It's really not very relevant, so even if I reveal it, it doesn't matter."

Mo Yi stopped talking.

Wen Chen explained: "These are only two sets of rules. One set is to kill a player without invitation every time a new song starts, and the other is to kill a player without dancing at the beginning of the dance song. The first set of rules takes effect when the song is changed for the first time, and the second set of rules takes effect after the marble statue is placed in a dance posture. After all, it is to start the rule to take effect when there is no prompt. It is to massacre, not survive."

Mo Yi nodded thoughtfully, then sat upright on the bed beside him, rubbing his soft hair over Wen Chen's chin and said softly:

"That's right." It's not much different from his guess.

Mo Yi looked down at the watch on his wrist - it was less than an hour later.

He took a deep breath of irritability and asked, "So... are we really going to be locked in this room until six o'clock in the afternoon?"

Wen Chen reached out and gently touched his chin, and replied in a low voice:

“Unfortunately…yes.”
Chapter completed!