Chapter 170

The dizziness and suffocation brought by weightlessness tightly strangled the throat. The rich darkness and buzzing noise tightly hugged the consciousness, as if to squeeze out the remaining energy in the body like the residual moisture in the sponge. The nerves were twisted into twisted ropes, pulled and dispersed around.

The cold and dry air violently poured into the numb chest cavity that contracted and rolled, causing a burning and painful feeling to the respiratory tract.

Such pain becomes clearer as consciousness recovers.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes. The gloom in front of him had not yet dissipated. There was only a dim aperture surrounded by black shadows in his sight. He gasped in big mouthfuls, and the touch of the numb limbs gradually woke up, transmitting clear and obvious pain into the brain that had not yet fully recovered consciousness, bringing a long-lost feeling of living.

The dim aperture in front of you gradually became clear, and there were gorgeous color blocks and fiercely conflicting colors in your sight. Abstract patterns overlapped and spread layer by layer from the center. The complex patterns mixed together, bringing a visual dizziness.

Mo Yi blinked slowly, and his consciousness slowly surfaced like a drowning person.

He recognized what this was-

This is the top painting of the room.

Mo Yi struggled to support the soft-touch bed beside him with his palm, slowly supported himself, looking around the room he was in - the magnificent Baroque style, with half-arched columns in the corner of the room and walls of oil paintings hanging on all sides.

Such a familiar scene hit his retina, and was transmitted to his brain along the visual nerves, instantly reactivated by his slow perception during sleep.

Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes, then quickly turned over and got out of bed, but his numb legs softened the moment they touched the ground, forcing him to hold the table beside him with his hands to prevent himself from falling on the carpet.

There is an insignificant sense of foreign objects and sliding touch under the palm.

Mo Yizhi stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, then turned his head and looked down at his palm. He saw a snow-white envelope on the bedside table next to the bed. On the envelope was a familiar dark red wax seal, and the round wax seal was slightly blurred. A dark red round spot was imprinted on the retina where Mo Yi was watching it for a long time.

He took a deep breath, spread his cold and numb palms hard and tightened his slightly excited mood, and then leaned towards the envelope placed at his bedside.

After unpacking the envelope, the snow-white invitation letter fell out.

“Mr. Mo Yi’s honor:

Mr. De Klaus and his wife, Ms. De Klaus, sincerely invite you to the wedding of the two three days later.”

Exactly the same.

Mo Yi subconsciously reached out to the inner pocket of his shirt, but he felt empty when he touched it.

He looked down and saw that the clothes he was wearing were no longer the black dress he had worn when he entered the dungeon.

Mo Yi pursed his lips tightly, his dark eyes were dim and unclear. He got up and walked out of the bed, and quickly walked towards the door.

The picture frame hanging in the shadow near the door gradually revealed, and the dark wood wrapped in golden wires settled deeply in the darkness, gradually becoming clear in sight as the distance shortened - in the picture frame was a woman lying on dark red velvet, with a thin red rope on her naked and pale neck, and her eyes were closed and her face seemed to be sleeping.

The irregular circular pattern that was rotating in the frame before has disappeared.

He raised his hand and fumbled skillfully behind the frame for a while, and then touched a piece of paper covered with dust, which was the same poem as before.

Everything seemed to be reset to the origin.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, closed his eyes vigorously, and cleared his slightly confused thoughts a little.

——It's true.

He held a trace of fantasy and put his hand into his pocket and groped. He touched the cold and hard thing with his fingertips. Mo Yi breathed a little relieved, and then took out the thing he touched from his pocket. The golden wetube ring connected to the head and tail, and the blood-red gem on it flashed light like his eyes under the light, staring at him quietly.

Mo Yi gently stroked the subtle patterns of the snake's head with his fingers, covering the dark eyeballs.

In Plato's description, the Ourobosnake is a perfect creature that is eternal, symbolizing eternal repetition and cycle. Therefore, after constantly seeing this pattern, Mo Yi had some unfounded doubts in his heart - perhaps the time of this copy was not linear, and at the scene of the wedding, the development of the situation proved his guess.

The time of this dungeon is cycled, and all their players are trapped in the period from three days before the wedding to one moment before the wedding. According to the clues of the current dungeon, three days is a cycle, and the survival time of players is nine days, which means they have to stay here for three cycles.

After the first loop, everything in the dungeon is reset - except for this ring.

Then this ring must have extraordinary significance.

Mo Yi put his finger ring back into his pocket, walked thoughtfully in the room for a while, then quickly walked to the window, reached out and pushed the window hard, the wooden window made a harsh friction sound, and the familiar scene outside the window was revealed, a light blue countdown floating in the deep black air, and the numbers on it continued to flow backward without stopping, and the dead darkness surrounded the entire room.

He waited for a while, then he felt himself surrounded by the whole thing from behind, his strong arms slowly tightened on his waist, and a low and familiar voice sounded in his ears: "...you're okay."

Mo Yi turned his head a little, avoiding the breath flowing when Wen Chen was talking in his ear, and turned his face slightly to look at Wen Chen. He saw that half of his face was gloomy and with unconcealed concern, he said in a depressing voice: "I can't enter the previous room, and the rules of that room are greater than what I can compete in the dungeon."

"It's okay." Mo Yi shook his head and said comfortingly:

"At least I have figured out this copy a little bit now, which is a considerable improvement."

He pulled up the window in front of him, patted Wen Chen's tight arm around his waist, and signaled him to let go:

"Let's go out and see how everyone else is doing."

Wen Chen pursed his lips and nodded gently. The soft hair rubbed against Mo Yi's shoulders and neck itched slightly.

Wen Chen let go of his hand and took a few steps back. He walked to the door with Mo Yi. He reached out and opened the door. However, as soon as the door panel was opened, he could only hear the noise of quarrels and jingle collisions, like a wave of sound that turned into a solid body, and quickly passed through the long corridor and the silent air, and it was heard unimpeded into his ears, which seemed quite serious.
Chapter completed!