Chapter 196

Mo Yi was stunned - Master? What master?

His messy thoughts were interrupted by the butler's words. Now Mo Yi calmed down. He looked at the butler who was still bent over, then turned his head and looked at the coffin halfway by him.

The deep, dark and heavy coffin is filled with a bright red and soft lining, without any indentation on it.

Mo Yi stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the lining of the coffin. The delicate touch from the fingertips was slightly grainy. He felt his thoughts gradually calm down, and a surprising guess slowly emerged in his mind - Mo Yi's movement paused slightly, his eyes widened slightly, his fingertips tightened uncontrollably, pulling out subtle wrinkles from the lining of the coffin.

He slowly turned his head, looked at the butler standing in front of him, and asked:

"Do you recognize me as your master? Is it because of this?"

Mo Yi raised his left hand, and the bright ruby ​​on the ring finger of his left hand was flashing with a glimmer of light.

The housekeeper straightened up, stared at Mo Yi with dark eyes on his pale face, and replied:

"You inherit the ring, you inherit the house and all the servants."

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, feeling his heart beat slightly faster, his voice low and slow: "Since I am your master now, then you must honestly answer all the questions I asked, including about your former master, right?"

The butler's pale and stiff face looked as unchanged or changed as before, and he said quietly: "Of course."

The heavy stone seemed to be blocked in a cowardly manner, and his throat rolled slightly. Mo Yi finally asked the question he had been asking since the beginning: "Have your ex-master, Mr. De Claude, ever been married?"

The butler's answer was not paused at all: "No."

"So... Mrs. Klaus, doesn't exist?"

"Yes."

Mo Yi only felt countless chaotic and complex emotions stuck in his heart, and only two clear words came to his mind:

--really.

So the coffin of Mrs. Claus should have been lying empty, so every wedding will stop before it is about to be held.

She doesn't exist, nor has she ever existed.

But...who will the woman in the portrait and the vague white shadow be?

Mo Yi frowned, and a vague thought flashed in his heart, but before he could continue to think along the vague clue, he heard a slight wet sound behind him, as if something was squirming in the viscous liquid—

He suddenly turned around and saw that in the cave made of pigments behind him, the thin man was struggling among countless dried and semi-dried pigments. A pale face straight towards the air. In the chaotic eyes, the previously neurotic and paranoid expression slowly retreated, revealing a blank and empty expression.

Mr. Klaus...is still alive.

Mo Yi walked forward quickly and reached out to try to help him up, but Mr. Klaus's gray eyes, which were turning blankly in the air, touched the shiny ruby ​​ring on his outstretched palm, were filled with heavy fear. His body, which was so thin that he had left a handful of bones, shook violently. He retreated like crazy, as if he saw some terrifying scene, shouted in horror:

"...No, no! No!! Take away!! Take away!!! Devil, devil..."

Mo Yi was startled by him and subconsciously withdrew his left hand behind.

After discovering the red ring disappearing from his sight, Mr. Klaus finally calmed down slowly, his thin body no longer trembled, and his chaotic and hazy eyes slowly became clear. He looked around him in a daze, and finally fixed his sight on Mo Yi. His eyes flashed in his eyes:

“…it’s you.”

His voice was gone without the madness and hysteria he had just now, and became clear and weak - Mo Yi recognized that this was exactly the sound of reciting the poem he heard in this copy. The thin man in front of him seemed to have finally recovered his mind. Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and asked slowly:

"Do you know me?"

Klaus lifted his face that was so thin that he was distorted, and his pupils became trance again: "You are... the one it chose."

His words were plausible, but the meaning made Mo Yi feel cold behind his back.

He reached out and pressed Klaus's shoulder, feeling that the shoulder under his palm seemed to be just a thin layer of bone wrapped in skin, which hurt people's palms, but Mo Yi seemed to not feel it. His eyes stared at the other party's dim eyes and asked sternly:

“Who are you talking about 'it'?”

After hearing Mo Yi's question, Klaus suddenly giggled, laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe. His thin chest was fluttering violently, and his voice was mixed with intermittent coughing and hoarse breathing sounds, which almost made Mo Yi suspected that he was about to die. However, at the same time, Mo Yi's suspicion became clearer and deeper with his laughter.

He slowly took out his left hand behind him, and the crimson gem was like solidified blood drops.

Mo Yi felt his voice slightly astringent, and a slightly hoarse sound quality stuck in his throat:

“Is it it?”

Klaus's laughter seemed to be in his throat. His pupils shrank slightly, and there was obvious fear on his face. The loose and drooping skin on his face trembled slowly twice, then he slowly looked at Mo Yi, with a twisted smile on his face:

"Ha, indeed... it is worthy of being the one it took the initiative to choose."

Mo Yi pursed his lips silently and quietly stared at the man in front of him who was between Qingming and Crazy. He smiled hysterically again, muttering unclear words in his mouth, and then he seemed to become awake again, looking up at Mo Yi:

"Do you know, my father was a painter with amazing talent. He married the only daughter of a famous squire at that time, and was a famous beauty at that time - my mother, but he went crazy. At a dance party, he strangled my mother in public. They were dancing together. Then, he took out the □□ hidden in the dance hall and started slaughtering the guests he invited. After everyone died and ran away, he hugged my mother's body and committed suicide by drinking and shooting."

Mo Yi was slightly stunned and couldn't help but slowly let go of his palm holding Klaus's shoulder, and the other party continued:

"I inherited all his estates and wealth, but I did not inherit the slightest of his artistic talent."

Klaus tightly grabbed Mo Yi's arm with his cold fingers, and the veins on the back of his skinny hand were bulging, and a neurotic paranoia flashed in his eyes: "You know the feeling that you are desperately trying to get it but can never reach it, right?"

Mo Yi did not answer, but just quietly glanced at the pigment chain on Klaus's wrist that was gradually becoming dry and loose, and then asked gently: "What?"

The other party stared at him without any hesitation, smiled madly, and asked back, "You guessed it too? I brought the ring on my father's body and finally drew a rare work, and then... I fell in love with the works I drew, and I forced my servant to call her wife, and I held a wedding for her - I was as crazy as my father."

The pigment on Klaus's wrist began to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye and fell on the carpet in a slight manner.

But he continued to say without any awareness, as if something invisible behind him was driven by something behind him, making his speech faster and faster:

"I saw a white ghost appearing by my side all day long, and he kept muttering to me all kinds of things, and then, finally, one day, he told me how I could have my lover forever, my reason had been burned by the love that was not sought, so I accepted his suggestion--kill all my servants on the eve of the wedding, and colored my lover with the paint condensed from the servant's body as he said, and then I discovered the truth between madness and tranquility, but it was too late, and I watched helplessly as my fingers could not control, and slowly inserted it into my neck with the knife beside me--"

His words became inflected:

"I have also started to pay attention to you since it chose you. I tried to make you die as soon as possible - so that you don't have to suffer the same pain as me, but... Obviously, you are too smart. Maybe that's why it chose you. I hope you can escape its curse, but... I'm jealous of you too-"

Klaus suddenly stopped his mouth and said gently:

"Love is □□. This toxin erodes and poisons people's reason and weakens your perception and intelligence. And 'it'... the one you like to use most is love. The person who is most affected by love will be the most poisoned by it. The more you will become slower and more likely to be angry."

He slowly turned his head to look at the canvas behind him, and his face, which was so thin that he had bones left, showed a rare gentle look. His dull eyes seemed to burn out the last heat by love, and he stared at the blurry beauty in the picture enthusiastically and tenderly.

Immediately afterwards, he murmured softly:

"[The sinister murderer of life and art, you cannot kill her in memory, she was my happiness and glory]1"

Mo Yi watched as the paint on his wrist fell off and melted into the unsolidified pigment on the ground.

Klaus said intermittently: "...I am dead, but I am not dead either...I live in the painful cycle of reincarnation forever. This is what I deserve, and I deserve it..."

His voice slowly weakened until he couldn't hear clearly—

Mo Yi sighed slowly and pulled his arm away from the other party's palm. But as soon as he moved, he felt the fingers on his arm suddenly tighten. Klaus suddenly raised his head, so thin that his face seemed to be a terrifying and ferocious look on his face. His lowered voice sounded like a hissing sound, and he said slowly:

"You are the same as me."

After saying that, he died.
Chapter completed!