Chapter 182

It was soon 4:20 in the afternoon. Mo Yi and Wen Chen had already changed into the dresses they wore for the last dinner, waiting in the room for the maids to knock on the door and lead them to the hall where the dinner was held.

Mo Yi reached out and slowly tidied up his bow tie. He felt his invitation in the pocket on the inside of the dress. As he moved, he made a slight rustling sound of paper rubbing. The heavy ring was in the pocket on the right, and the fabric on his body fell slightly down, bringing an unignorable sense of existence. He slowly exhaled, and a pair of dark eyes fell gloomy on the portrait at the door.

In the dark frame, the naked woman was lying quietly on the canvas, the dark red velvet wrinkled and undulated under her skin, her eyelids were tightly closed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was dead or alive. If you got close enough, you could see that there was a thin red line across her slender neck, which was deeply hidden in the shadow of her skin, which was almost difficult to tell.

The appearance of this painting has changed again.

Mo Yi remembered that as time passed, the blood on the neck of the portrait would gradually expand and deepen, and when it turned into a deep wound, it was time for this dungeon to attack the players living in the room.

When he left in the morning, the wound on his neck was still completely recognizable, but when Mo Yi returned to the house, the portrait became what he saw when he first entered the copy - thin bright red silk threads were wrapped around the woman's pale neck, and it would not be discovered if he didn't get close to observe.

Why is this?

Could it be that the dungeon decided not to attack him anymore?

After all, on this day, Mo Yi did not see any signs of the illusion, and spent his previous time in peace.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, his pale face looked deeper and deeper against the complex collar, and his dark eyebrows had an almost gloomy classical beauty.

The next second, a soft knock came from the door.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, and he quickly walked to the door of the room and reached out to pull the door of the room open.

Outside the door was the familiar maid. She bowed deeply to the two of them and said, "Hello, dear guest, please come with me." After that, she turned around and walked forward.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen quietly followed her steps and followed her towards the darkness of the corridor, paying no trace of attention to the road they were walking on which was completely different from before.

After the second round began, Mo Yi spent a lot of time to explore the entire house. Although the bright and dark lines in the house were crisscrossed and the terrain was complex and irregular, Mo Yi almost outlined the shape of the entire house in his mind during the exploration and search. Even if he was guided by a servant or a housekeeper, most important halls could be found. However, Mo Yi had never found the hall they were going to tonight. No matter which road they chose or which fork they turned to, no corridor leading to that hall.

This means that their current destination cannot be reached without guidance.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and the cold and dry air rushed into his chest, bringing a slight stinging feeling.

That means that this dungeon is still killing people according to the color, but after killing people, he no longer directly abandons the body at the scene, but uses marble statues with exactly the same face to mix into the player group, and each color still kills two players. One of the black places was replaced by the butler who smashed Mo Yi's head, while the red ones were still two people.

So... According to the rules observed by Mo Yi in his portrait in his room, this copy was originally planned to attack him, so why did he change his attention later?

Mo Yi's eyebrows frowned slightly, but the next second, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.

...He didn't eat this time.

After using the fragments of the mirror found in the side hall, he found that the food on his plate was actually red pigment, he never ate anything again!

When every player dies, their bodies will appear in different colors, and the corresponding colors will appear in oil painting portraits in the side hall on the first floor. So, the purpose of this copy is to use the paint in the player's body to draw.

——This shows that when they lasted the copy, they ate not only ordinary food, but also paints of the same color as their targeted meal plate were mixed into the tableware plate - and the mirror of the tableware was too narrow and blurry, and they could not stay in their hands for too long. No one thought that the mirror would be the key prop in this copy, and the trust brought by the rules of food provided in the game... No one found that their food would be paints.

Even Mo Yi was not very wary of the food on his plate during the last week.

In this round, he accidentally discovered that his food was actually red pigment, so he did not take it into his body at all. Then the dungeon lost the reason to kill him, so he gave up on him and turned to other players who had eaten red pigment, and applied the color in their bodies on the canvas in the side hall.

So after he returned to the room, he found that the oil paintings hanging in his room had returned to their original state.

That's because the red color of this week has been filled.

The clues are connected into clear veins in the mind, as clear and conspicuous as the winding blood vessels in the pink texture of the human body.

Mo Yi slowly let out a breath, his eyes fell on his slightly curled fingers on the table, watching his slightly blue-white knuckles under the force. At this moment, the other players finally arrived and sat down next to the table. As they arrived, the dishes were delivered to the table like flowing water between the servant's pale fingers, and the light was filled with an attractive luster and a rich fragrance. However, Mo Yi, who understood the rules of killing in the dungeon, lost all his appetite when he looked at them, so he only barely moved a few mouthfuls and put down the tableware.

The meal ended soon.

The players knew what would happen next, so they all waited tensely.

The last time the male servant came over, took everyone away from the dining table, and walked towards the depths of the room.

A huge brass-colored door stood in front of you, and the reliefs on it were shrouded in dim lights, winding and undulating like life. The heavy texture made people feel tight when they just watched it. From Mo Yi's perspective, you can blur the scales and half claws of the image carved on it, which seemed to be many... characters.

The broken eyebrows and limbs stretched out from the blurred light, just coincided with the picture in memory.

Mo Yi was slightly stunned and subconsciously stepped forward-

Although he was not very sure last time, he definitely read it wrong this time...
Chapter completed!