Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 193

The illusory and blurred white shadow seemed to hang in a dark and dark fuzzy corner like a misty fog, and began to float towards the depths of the room at the moment when it touched Mo Yi's eyes.

Mo Yi looked for a moment, and quickly turned towards the direction in which Bai Ying disappeared.

The white cloth that was thrown off by the mess was scattered on the ground, but there were more furniture or coffins covered with white cloth, and Mo Yi's side was woven into countless walls and passages like a labyrinth, making him I quickly lost the trace of the white shadow ahead, lost in the chaotic and complicated terrain in front of me, and couldn't find the correct route.

The cold air around me has a rotten smell, and the skin leaked from Mo Yi's naked skin slowly blows into the deep dark room, like the breath of death flowing slowly along the ears, bringing about physiology Sexual trembling.

Mo Yi shrank his shoulders subconsciously, his eyebrows tightened, and a slight frustration appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He glanced around a line that was completely clueless and characteristic around him. When he was about to turn around and leave, his pace suddenly stopped, and Mo Yi seemed to remember something, his eyes narrowed slightly.

and many more……

windy.

The entire side hall is basically closed, and the door of the side hall was also closed when Mo Yi came in. It should not be windy, but now there is a very obvious feeling of air flowing, and … More than once, this is not the first time that Mo Yi has felt the presence of wind in the side hall. The phenomenon with such a high probability is no longer easy to explain by accident.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a bright and sharp shimmer shimmered deep in his eyes.

-Well, there is a good chance that there is no hidden passage in the room.

Mo Yi first ruled out the utility room where he found the marble statue. After all, that room was hidden under the blanket covering the wall. The unused space in it was also very limited. It is not necessary to form such a breeze. It's possible.

He slowly closed his eyes and felt the coolness of the breeze blowing across his skin--

Got it!

Mo Yi opened his eyes, his dark eyes stared straight into a certain direction deep in the side hall, his face was calm and confident, and he walked quickly towards the direction of the cold air flow, cutting firmly and quickly, as if All the obstacles around him could not stop him, as if straight arrows were going forward.

The white cloth, which was quietly hanging in the dark, was blown by the wind when he walked, and slowly fluttered and swayed, as if it were a living creature struggling in the darkness.

Mo Yi stopped suddenly.

The solid wall was blocked in front of the eyes, and the narrow area illuminated by the flashlight was eroded by darkness. It was slightly shaking with the movement of Mo Yi's wrist, but it was still visible-there was no road ahead, and he had arrived at the moment. The end of the side hall.

The wind did not know when it had stopped.

Mo Yi stepped forward slowly, his gaze searching and moving on the wall. The wall in front of him looked indistinguishable from the others. The delicate pattern carved on it reflected the flashlight's slight light in the dark, and was on the wall. Deep shadows were cast on his face, and the dark shadows were shaking silently in front of his eyes, making people faintly faint.

He frowned slightly, his eyes tightly glued to one corner of the wall in front of his eyes.

I do n’t know if it ’s his viewing angle. The slightly raised decorative lines on the top are intertwined, and the flashlight light looks like a man's painful face. Deep despair cannot be engraved on the man's face. The disappearing lines, numb eyes silently looked into the distance, do not know what to look at.

This ... seems like the pattern carved on that brass door!

Mo Yi felt that his heart was beating fiercely in his chest. The blood of his hands and feet seemed to flow to his face in an instant. The cold palm clenched the flashlight in the palm of his heart. Increasingly clear.

He slowly took two steps back and raised the flashlight slightly.

The light beam of the flashlight slowly expanded with his movements, a faint but illuminating light with a wider range quietly projected onto the wall, and illuminated the above pattern. Finally, for the first time, Mo Yi saw the whole The pattern looks complete.

It's like a flash of electric light that instantly cuts through the darkness, and the roaring sound will disperse the silence.

Mo Yi's fingers tightened subconsciously, and his eyes widened slowly, feeling that his breathing seemed to stop with him. Something heavy stuck in his throat made him unable to speak, but his heart became extremely incomparable. It was clear and clear, as if it was the light shining across the sky that finally saw the scene in front of it.

He knew ... what sis meant.

Not the abbreviation he had guessed before, or the first half of a word, but part of a name.

And the name is ...

Sisyphus.

He is a character in ancient Greek mythology. He refused to die because of his attachment to the world, and even deceived the gods to prolong his life. The gods were angry and punished him for pushing a huge stone to the top of the hill every day. When the mountain is about to reach the top, the boulder will roll back to the foot of the mountain again due to gravity, and Sisyphus will push the boulder back to the top again. Forever trapped in the abyss that cannot escape.

Mo Yi looked up at the reliefs on the wall in front of him.

The man with pain was all over his body, his muscles were tight, the crooked arms were exaggerated with blue tendons, and there was a huge stone in front of his body, which almost crushed the man's body, and the round stone was covered with shallowness. The symbolic meaning of the sculpture, carefully discerned, is an abstract amulet snake connected end to end, forming a huge ring around the edge of the entire boulder.

Ouroboros is a totem of ancient Greece from the beginning.

Symbolizes infinity and reincarnation.

The purpose of the latter part of this copy is to complete the portrait, but either the servant or the player can only provide three kinds of paint, black and white and red. These colors are only used for sketching, and it is impossible to complicate the application. The oil painting has been filled up, so the painter can only be trapped in the three days of reincarnation painfully, and spend the three days before the wedding over and over again, hoping to finish the entire oil painting in three colors, but it will always be It was just a futile attempt, and finally returned to the original three days later and started a new cycle.

Mo Yi breathed out a sigh of relief slowly, feeling as if the suffocation that he had accumulated on his chest slowly dissipated, his eyes were clear and clear, and the full picture of this copy finally showed in front of himself.

But ... the question is, who punished Mr. Claus?

Will it be that white shadow? Why is that?

Mo Yi thought dreamily, while slowly fitting his palm to the mottled lines on the wall. The touch under the palm of his hand was not like a wall ... but like metal.

The brass door he had never found, the mysterious room—

He was finally found.

Before waiting for Mo Yi to push the door open, I just felt that the touch under his palm softened slightly. It seemed to suddenly change from an inanimate dead thing to a living one, as if there was a weird one. The attractiveness pulled Mo Yi's palm deep into the wall, and the beautiful and abstract relief on the wall seemed to distort into a huge arc. The painful face of the man was distorted into a smile, a smile, and a cry. Expression, staring straight at Mo Yi.

He was taken aback, quickly grabbed his wrist with the other hand, and pulled it out forcefully to prevent himself from being pulled into it by this weird force.

Before Mo Yi came up with it, all I saw was that the wall carpets in front of me started to melt, like oil paint eroded by heat, and all the colors and patterns seemed to melt down along the wall. Flowing, countless different colors melt into a dirty and messy pattern, faster and faster, muttering into a current of paint, everything is melting, whether it is a marble statue or a wall hanging With the blanket, even the white cloth became a piece of paint that was wet and sticky to the ground, mixed with other colors around.

The attraction on the palm suddenly turned into a powerful impulse.

The river where countless pigments gather turns into the ocean, as if the flood that opened the gate rushes towards Mo Yi, and instantly turns into a pattern of mixed colors, as if the entire world is filled with paint. There were still countless caskets and furniture floating on it, and the huge force of the flowing paint rolled up Mo Yi's body, making his eyes spin in circles and recognize the direction in full steps.

Mo Yi waved his hands in vain, trying to find a support point to counteract the vertigo in front of his eyes.

His eyes were wide open, searching without a target. In his sight, Mo Yi saw the huge unmelted coffin slammed heavily against his own skull under the impact and push of the paint tide. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but felt There was a sudden pull on his wrist, pulling him away from the waves about to be hit by the coffin.

On his wrist was the familiar cold touch, which wrapped tightly around his wrist bones.

Mo Yi turned his head to look at the direction of Li Dao. I saw that Wen Ye was also impacted by the big waves of paint and drifted towards the rear. When he pulled it hard, Mo Yi was embraced into the familiar embrace, and the pungent paint smell In the middle there is a faint pine forest breath, and a low voice is heard in my ear:

"Got you."

Armed with a powerful wave of paint, the two rushed towards the door of the side hall quickly.

Mo Yi and Wen Yan were photographed on the floor in the corridor by the spray, and then the tide of the paint slowly faded away, gradually condensing and drying into a stiff mass. The door of the side hall has disappeared, only countless mixed colors can be seen. The paint blocked the end of the corridor.

——The side hall can no longer be entered.

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