Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 168

The long corridor in front of me is straight and dim, and the front is shrouded in a gloomy darkness. It feels somber as if it leads to an unknown abyss. The air in the corridor is cold and humid, as if it is to pass through the body The invasion of clothing penetrated the skin and slowly spread along the blood vessels.

There was a weird smell in the air.

The sweet, sweet and icy smell mixed the smell of dust and carpet in the corridor, mixed with a strange and solitary age.

The steward's thin figure walked in front of him slowly, and the yellow wall lamp around him outlined his figure with a clear outline, gradually lighting up and darkening as he moved forward, just like a marquee. Passing by his side—his pace was smooth and silent, and he seemed to be walking for a few steps away from them forever. It could not help but create an illusion of no reason, as if he was an unreachable illusion. Or shadow-like, forever walking in the long corridor where no margins can be seen.

-And this corridor is indeed long and invisible.

As if everything else in this mansion had disappeared, huge staircases and ornate chandeliers, beautiful white marble statues with smooth and smooth movements, huge halls and luxurious decorations-all disappeared like a dream or bubble. No trace. The whole world seems to be left with this bleak and dim corridor, leading to the vast darkness in the dead silence like a graveyard.

Mo Yi has felt tired.

The repetitive and monotonous scene was passing in front of him with his steps, giving the brain an unreal illusion. He walked in this narrow and long corridor, and the cold air was suppressed like a heavy rock. The ground pressed against his chest, as if he had walked for a century, but he had not yet come to an end.

When Mo Yi wanted to lift his wrist and glance at his watch, the butler walking in front stopped without warning.

The icy darkness seemed to have just slowly revealed his true face at this moment, and the scene in front of him gradually became clearer--

I saw a brass-colored door standing at the end of the corridor.

Mo Yi froze, and subconsciously slowed his pace, standing not far from the gate.

Is this ... the gate of the ballroom last night?

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, and looked at the huge door carefully through the dim and unclear light in the corridor.

It doesn't seem to be the same as when Mo Yi saw it last night.

I saw complicated reliefs carved above the huge gate, cast deep and light shadows by the lights in the corridor, and printed on the brass-colored gate looked strangely strange, and those delicate reliefs were probably obscured. It looks like an image of a character.

Before Mo Yi could clearly recognize the above pattern, I saw the housekeeper turning around in front of the brass-colored door, staring at Mo Yi with those black holes, and then slowly put out a pale Withered hands, said:

"Please show your invitation."

Mo Yi reached out and took out the invitation from his pocket. The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. Then he looked down carefully and looked back, and then returned the invitation to Mo Yi. The pale face raised the etiquette. Smile, bent slightly sideways, and reached out to push the door inward—

"please."

The dazzling white light followed, and Mo Yi had adapted to the dim light in the corridor and could not help being forced to squint, the stinging cornea was blurred by physiological tears, and only the bright white light that was bright to the eyes was visible.

He blinked hard, forcing the moist water vapor out of his slightly stinging eye sockets, and some out-of-focus vision slowly focused again, and the sight before him became clear again.

There is a huge hall in front of you, and you can hardly see the end. The entire hall is covered with pale colors. From the floor to the wall, even the beautifully styled tables and chairs are a dazzling white, snow-white screens. Hanging down in the air, the whole room looks like a vegetarian, it doesn't look like the color of purity in the wedding, but more like the dying indifference in the ward.

The whole room looked cold and lifeless, and the cold temperature slowly blew through the door with the silent wind.

At this moment, a heavy metal chirp came from behind Mo Yi.

He hesitated, turning his head and looking behind him—the huge brass door closed slowly, and the last dark gap narrowed into a narrow line, and then he covered it with a heavy voice. Noisy, indescribable sounds rang behind the brass-colored door panel, and then quickly echoed and spread behind the walls of the room.

Mo Yi's heart could not help but jump slightly, wait ... wasn't he still standing in the corridor just now.

He doesn't remember walking into the hall ...

And ... what about smell?

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi witnessed the pale white color covering the entire room as if it were snow and ice spreading rapidly across the door, pale and brass intertwined, as if the two colors of competition and battle were tall. On the silent walls, whiteness prevailed, and the dark brass color was swallowed up quickly.

The location of the gate had become as lifeless white as the rest of the room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, and the cold and dry air slid into the lungs along the respiratory tract, bringing a chilling coolness and a slight tingling sensation, which gradually calmed his mind.

He subconsciously rubbed his fingers over the slightly rough surface of his invitation, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

It seems that the judgment of this copy on the wedding scene is much stricter than the other positions of this copy. Without invitations, it is completely impossible to enter, and even Wen Yan could not break through this boundary.

very interesting.

Mo Yi's face remained the same, and he drew the invitation in his pocket into his pocket again, then adjusted his dark black dress, and walked towards the depths of the pale room.

He crossed the white veil in front of his eyes, blocking his vision, and finally got a glimpse of the entire hall—

In front of the hall is the altar, surrounded by blood-red roses, bright and **** colors blooming throughout the pale and colorless room, like the blood-like glare spreading on the snow-white carpet, quiet for the eyes. The lifeless atmosphere was stained with strange and pathological colors.

In front of the altar, a long snow-white carpet spread to the end of the room, and on both sides of the carpet were a large number of guest seats-

All seats were full.

All seats were fully occupied, all male guests wore dark, no mottled gowns, and female guests also wore a long black dress-this looks like they are participating A funeral, not a wedding.

Mo Yi approached slowly, looking at the nearest guest without a trace, and could not help but stunned.

I saw that the guests' faces were pale and indifferent, as if they were frozen and kept permanently with an expression, pale eyelids and pupils stretched blankly, and their stiff limbs were wrapped in black cloth, like shrouds. It seems that their movements are fixed to the same appearance--

They turned out to be marble statues.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, then slowly walked forward, and at this moment, his eyes caught keenly ...

The guest sitting in front of the entire seat moved!

Mo Yi slowed the pace subconsciously, and saw the moving guest in front of him slowly turn his head ... he

He recognized the man's face-this was one of them.

I saw that person's face looked stiff and expressionless. The senses of fright and uneasiness were combined in the five senses. A pair of dark eyes moved anxiously, as if they didn't know where to put them. Yi Shi paused slightly, then fled and turned back.

Mo Yi walked forward quickly.

Sure enough, the first three rows of the guest seats were all players, while those of the dead players were replaced by familiar marble statues. Mo Yi walked to the only available seat and put it on the seat. He picked up the pale paper, and saw his own name written in dark black on it.

Presumably this is how seats are allocated.

Mo Yi sat down in that seat, and the whole hall was sinking into the deep silence again. The faces of every player around him were stiff and unnatural. Everyone waited as if waiting for the death penalty. The final moment comes, and everyone's eyes are hidden with fear of the unknown.

The oppressive atmosphere presses on everyone's heart like dead water, and it slowly tightens like a dense net, making it difficult for people to breathe, like a drum, as if every beat of the heartbeat is dying. Dancing on the tip of the knife, without a jump, brought sharp and choking pain.

Mo Yi turned his head and glanced at the players around him, and silently counted in his heart.

There are no fewer people alive than when they were last separated.

Then it shows that those players who died in the ballroom are attributed to the number of white oil painting metaphors.

Mo Yi retracted his gaze and glanced down at his watch-five minutes and six o'clock.

Well, that means the wedding will take place in five minutes.

The second hand on the dial is moving slowly, moving forward one-by-one without stopping, without any stagnation, and the inaudible ticking indicates the unstoppable passage of time, moving in a steady and steady manner. Come slowly-

Mo Yi felt that the person sitting on his left was trembling silently. He turned his head and glanced at the player sitting next to him, and saw his pupils tighten, his cold sweaty face was pale and there was no snow, his fingers were digging nervously. With his own pants, the whole body shivered hardly.

He seemed to be strained to the limit.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and seemed to be ready to speak to comfort him, but before he could speak, he just listened to the sound of metal crashing behind him in a deep silence, making all the players present could not help shaking.

Immediately after that was the sound of the door opening slowly.

Mo Yi turned his head along the sound, and saw that the thick black ink spread slowly from the doorway, slowly spreading on the walls and the ground, and dyed the passing veil into a heavy black. The deadly tragic white was swallowed by black instantly, and spread like a black hole in the direction of the altar.

He looked down solemnly and looked at the dial on his wrist-two minutes before six o'clock!

Mo Yi's heart shook, her fingers tightened subconsciously, leaving a slight dull pain in her palm.

It should be that the wedding has not started yet!

The black spreading speed seems to be moving faster, whale swallowing white at a fast speed, all players stand up from their seats, staring in panic at the fast-moving black, in the opposite direction. Back off.

The blood-stained rose crushed into red flower juice under the chaotic steps of the crowd, and cluttered on the pale ground.

Everything in front of you is made up of black and white and red, like a weird and weird picture.

The deep, deep darkness spread more quickly, as if the fierce beasts of Zhangya dance claws rushed towards the retreatable players, Mo Yi's face was heavy, his fingers were loose and tight, tight and loose, holding his simple Glass ball-he just took the item out of his backpack when he found something wrong.

But he wasn't sure if he would use it.

When Mo Yi was in the room before, he faintly produced a vague conjecture. This conjecture became more and more specific and clear over time-Mo Yi was not sure whether he would treat himself Life bet on this almost groundless guess.

Finally, Mo Yi gritted his teeth, his fingers tightened slightly ... then he put the props in his hand back into the backpack.

I can only gamble now!

The darkness rushed towards them like living creatures. Mo Yi only felt that all the colors in his vision faded like tides, and his consciousness slowly fell into the extremely dark and icy cold lake water, in a blur. He seemed to hear a familiar voice.

Seems to whisper, seems to cry, seems to chant.

The low, chaotic sound murmured the broken, unsentenced syllables, dragging Mo Yi's consciousness deep like a spell--

This is exactly what Mo Yi heard when he was in distress in that corridor.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi's consciousness was completely immersed in deep paralysis and darkness, silent, colorless, and light, as if his mother embraced him with open arms, dragging him to sink deeper.

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