Chapter 188:

Chapter 188
The raging darkness rushed unstoppably like a wave, and the heavy vertigo slammed into Mo Yi's head like a huge hammer. All the colors in front of him seemed to dance wildly, and were finally swallowed into silence by the thick darkness. s color--
Mo Yi gritted his teeth tightly, feeling that every cell in his body seemed to be crashing and trembling madly, but was tightly wrapped and restrained by the skin and bones. He could only make a hoarse and unwilling frictional sound, turned upside down The illusion of agitation stirred frantically in his mind, causing him to feel a physiological nausea from the depths of his body.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and the cold and sharp touch came from the skin where the glass beads were slowly crushed just now, as if a cold steel needle was slowly embedded along the seam of the nail, the kind of tortured pain was like Epidural gangrene is generally difficult to ignore.
Before entering the copy, Mo Yi generally exchanges some props that may be useful in the copy just in case.
But he has never used it since the first copy.
Because the use of these seemingly bug-proof props is too pit, the 24-hour cool-down period means that after using the prop once, you cannot use it for the second time throughout the day, and it will bring effects to the player. Both the negative effects and the duration are random, and the environment in the copies has always been dangerous. No one knows whether the situation will be more critical within a period of time after using the props, so Mo Yi ’s attitude towards these props in the copies is all It is not necessary to use it.
The use of props this time is also the result of Mo Yi's thoughtfulness.
Because the timeline of this copy is really long, and the fixed time point and specific death methods in the copy are basically figured out, it is acceptable to have no item guarantee and certain negative effects for the entire 24 hours. Plus ... no matter from the hidden rules in the copy or Mo Yi's inference, today is a very critical day. If you don't seize the opportunity at this time, there will be no second chance-- After all, his purpose was not to live in the copy from the beginning, but to deeply dissect the copy by completing the branch task.
A familiar female voice came from Mo Yi's ear:
"Dear player Mo Yi, hello, your prop [Wake] has been successfully used, and within the next hour, you will be immune to the coma caused by the fixed plot in the copy."
The cold pain at the fingers has completely disappeared. The previous dizziness and blurring seemed to gradually disappear with the female voice's emotional expression, and her mind returned to clearness, only listening to the female voice continued:
"Side effects and duration will be randomly generated after the item expires."
The girl's voice disappeared in her mind, and her ears returned to the cold silence, as if all the voices had disappeared into the silent darkness.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes tentatively-fortunately, this move was not too difficult for him now.
There was a deep, dark darkness in front of him. The heavy dark color covered all the sight, almost making Mo Yi wonder if he really opened his eyes, but when he looked carefully into the darkness, he found that the darkness in front of him seemed to be Like a vortex that slowly rotates, it seems that there are countless kinds of colors that are slowly rotating, which can almost human soul into it, with a magical strangeness.
And the darkness was tightly wrapped around him, almost choking him.
The death-like silence spreads around him. Mo Yi can feel nothing but cold, as if the whole person is deep in the cold and sticky swamp. His body almost made his bones frost and hurt.
He tried to move his finger.
Still moving.
Mo Yi lifted his arm hard and felt as if there were any reaction forces in the dark that were pulling and tearing at him, preventing every movement of him, as if he was deeply stuck in the glue, even some simple ones. The action will consume a great deal of strength, but just the previous action almost exhausted all the energy in his body.
He paused, panting, and then turned his head to try to see his surroundings clearly.
Yu Guangli seemed to catch some strange outlines.
Mo Yi exhausted his whole body strength slightly over his body, then cast his gaze into the darkness on his side.
Deep in the darkness, a portrait was suspended quietly not far away, and the paint on the canvas dried up and cracked. Although the original appearance was hardly visible, the amazing beauty of the woman in the painting could still be seen. Has been colored, black hair is scattered around the waist like a waterfall, blood-red lips look bright and dazzling on the pale skin, and black eyes like dark ink seem to be attractive and emotionless. The ground stared into the distance.
This oil painting recolored by the paint in the player's body in the copy is hung in the dark so quietly. The overall picture shows the effect like a master's delicate masterpiece ruined by the rough color of the apprentice. Technically, the rigid black and white and red colors make the whole painting appear weird and weird.
However, unlike when I saw it in the side hall before, there is a paint tray and brushes scattered on the side of the oil painting. There is a lonely rose on the corner of the paint tray.
At this moment, a hoarse and violent scream sounded without warning in the darkness and silence, sharp and stern as if it were not a human sound, like a sharp knife tearing cloth and nails across glass The combination of sounds comes from all sides, as if the steel needles bring sharp pain to the eardrum.
Mo Yi's heart shook violently, and he closed his eyes subconsciously, and deliberately adjusted his breathing to a gentle state.
The scream disappeared.
Mo Yi's heart was still jumping uncontrollably. He slowly raised his eyelids secretly into a gap, and quietly looked at the environment around him-still dark, without the slightest figure.
There was a murmur of murmur in the silence.
The flower of evil.
Mo Yi recognized this familiar tone—it was the male voice that appeared in his dream last night. At the same time, he also remembered why he was familiar with this voice last night ... because it was right It was the male voice he heard after falling into an illusion when he was chased down the corridor as a red victim.
So ... the blackness around me seems to be the black that is mixed with countless colors after kneading them together. It should be the slowly spreading darkness that I saw in the corridor.
Even though he could hear murmurs, Mo Yi still couldn't see the slightest figure in his sight.
After a long time, the mumbled chanting stopped without warning, and the muffled male voice muttered to himself:
"Incorrect."
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi saw that the color on the painting faded slowly, and white, black, and red slowly slid down the canvas like washed makeup, leaving the canvas dirty. Traces of it, revealing the vague outlines and dry colors underneath.
The oil painting has become the original look again.
The darkness in front of me is slowly flowing, the speed of rotation is getting faster and faster, and countless colors are scattered, gradually forming familiar walls, floors, decoration, corridors, rooms, everything is quickly in front of my eyes Fragmented and constructed, the appearance of Claus House is quickly sketched by the creeping darkness, and those darkness, if it is actually scratched against the skin, leave a cold and sticky touch.
Mo Yi later realized that the sticky touch of climbing along his side.
Seems a bit like paint.
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