Chapter 168

The long corridor in front of me was straight and dim, and was shrouded in a dark darkness in front of me, as if leading to an unknown abyss, making my heart dark. The air in the corridor was cold and wet, as if it was about to invade through the thin clothes on my body, penetrate the skin and spread slowly along the blood vessels.

There was a strange smell in the air.

The ripe and sweet and cold smell mixed with the smell of dust and carpet in the corridor, blending into a strange sense of age that is dull and cold.

The thin butler's figure walked slowly in front of him. The yellow wall lights around him outlined a clear outline, gradually lit up and darkened as he walked forward, like a lantern passing by him - his steps were steady and silent, as if he was walking a few steps away from them forever, making people unable to help but feel an illusion, as if he was an untouchable illusion or shadow, forever walking in the long corridor where the edges were invisible.

——And this corridor is indeed so long that it cannot see the end.

It seemed as if everything else in this house had disappeared, huge stairs and gorgeous chandeliers, graceful and smooth white marble statues, huge halls and luxurious decorations, all disappeared without a trace like a dream or a bubble. The whole world seemed to be left with the cold and dull corridor in front of me, leading to the vast darkness in a dead silence like a grave.

Mo Yi already felt tired.

The repetitive and monotonous scene passed by his eyes with his steps, giving his brain an unreal illusion. He walked in this narrow and long corridor, and the cold air suppressed against his chest like a heavy stone. He seemed to have been walking for a century, but he still had not reached the end.

Just as Mo Yi wanted to raise his wrist to look at his watch, the butler walking in front stopped without warning.

The cold and silent darkness seemed to have just slowly revealed its true face at this moment, and the scene in front of us gradually became clearer-

At the end of the corridor, a brass-colored door stood.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously slowed down his pace and stood not far from the gate.

Is this... the gate of the dance hall last night?

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge door in the dim but not very clear light in the corridor, as if he was not particularly sure...

It seems to be different from when Mo Yi saw it last night.

I saw that there were complex reliefs carved above the huge door, which were cast by the lights in the corridor, and were particularly strange when printed on the brass-colored door. The exquisite reliefs could probably be seen vaguely, as if they were images of characters.

Before Mo Yi could clearly identify the pattern on it, the butler turned around in front of the brass-colored gate, stared at Mo Yi with his black eyes, and then slowly stretched out a pale and withered hand and said:

"Please show your invitation."

Mo Yi reached out to take out the invitation from his pocket. The housekeeper took the invitation and opened it. Then he lowered his head and browsed it carefully. Then he raised his head and handed the invitation back to Mo Yi. A polite smile appeared on his pale face. He bent his waist slightly, reached out and pushed the door inward.

"please."

A dazzling white light followed. Mo Yi's eyes, which had already adapted to the dim light in the corridor, were forced to squint. The tingling cornea was blurred by physiological tears, and only bright white light could be seen before his eyes.

He blinked hard, pushing the wet water vapor out of his slightly tingling eye sockets. His somewhat out of focus slowly focused again, and the scene in front of him became clear again.

In front of me is a huge hall, almost endless to see the end. The entire hall is covered with pale colors, from the floor to the walls, and even the exquisitely styled tables and chairs, it is dazzling white. The snow-white gauze curtains hang down in the air, and the whole room is like white. It does not look like the color symbolizing purity in the wedding, but more like the cold and almost dying color in the ward.

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

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

He was stunned and turned his head to look behind him - the huge brass door slowly closed, and the last trace of black gap narrowed into narrow lines, and then it was heavily covered, a heavy and noisy indescribable sound rang behind the brass door panel, and then quickly echoed behind the walls of the entire room.

Mo Yi's heart couldn't help but jumped slightly, wait... Wait... Wasn't he still standing in the corridor just now?

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

And...Where is Wen Chen?

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi witnessed the pale color covering the entire room, like the ice and snow that spread rapidly in the snow. Pale and brass were intertwined, as if the two colors were competing and competing on the tall and silent walls. Pale took the upper hand and quickly swallowed the dark brass color.

The original location of the door turned into a lifeless white like other parts of the room.

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

He subconsciously stroked the slightly rough surface of the invitation in his hand with his fingers, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

It seems that this copy has much stricter judgment on the wedding scene than other locations in this copy. It is completely impossible to enter without invitations, and even Wen Chen cannot break this boundary.

Very interesting.

Mo Yi's face remained unchanged. He put the invitation in his hand back into his pocket, then tidied up his dark dress and walked towards the depths of the pale room.

He walked through the white curtain in front of him that blocked his sight, and finally saw the entire hall-

In front of the hall is the altar, surrounded by blood-red roses. A bright and blood-like color blooms throughout the pale and colorless room, as dazzling as blood spreading on a snow-white carpet, dyeing the silent and dead atmosphere in front of you with a strange and pathological color.

In front of the altar, there is a long snow-white carpet spreading to the end of the room, and on both sides of the carpet are filled with numerous guests.

There was a full seat.

All seats were full of seats, all male guests were wearing dark dresses without any variegated colors, while female guests also wore black long skirts - such a look seemed to be attending a funeral rather than a wedding.

Mo Yi slowly walked up and looked at the guests closest to him without any trace, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

I saw that the faces of the guests were pale and emotionless, and they were permanently maintained as if solidified. The pale eyelids and pupils were wide open blankly, and the stiff limbs were wrapped in black fabric, fixing their movements into the same shape like a shroud.

They were all marble statues.

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

The guests sitting in front of the entire seat moved!

Mo Yi subconsciously slowed down a little, and saw the moving guest in front slowly turning his head...

He recognized the man's face - one of the players.

The man's face looked stiff and expressionless, and his facial features were filled with fear and uneasiness. His black eyes moved anxiously, as if he didn't know where to put it. He paused slightly when he saw Mo Yi, and then turned back his head as if he ran away.

Mo Yi walked forward quickly.

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

I guess this is how the seats were allocated.

Mo Yi sat down in that seat, and the whole hall sank into a deep silence again. The faces of every player around him were stiff and unnatural. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the death row to arrive at the end of the day. Everyone was deeply afraid of the unknown.

The depressed atmosphere pressed on everyone's heart like stagnant water, slowly tightening like a dense net, making people breathing difficult, their hearts pounding drums, as if every beat of their heartbeat was dancing on the tip of the god of death, and without leaping, it brought a sharp and suffocating pain.

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

There is no decrease in living people than when they were separated last time.

This means that those players who died in the dance hall were classified as the number of white oil painting metaphors.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and looked down at his watch - it was still five minutes and six o'clock.

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

The second hand on the dial moved slowly, moving forward without stopping, the inaudible ticking sound indicates the irresistible passage of time, and slowly took steady steps.

Mo Yi felt the person sitting on his left trembling silently. He turned his head and looked at the player sitting next to him. He saw that his pupils were tight, his face was pale and without any snow. His fingers were digging his pants nervously, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He seemed to be nervous to the limit.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, as if he was about to comfort something, but before he could speak, he heard the sound of metal collisions coming from behind him in a deep and dead silence, making all the players present tremble all over.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of door opening slowly sounded.

Mo Yi turned his head to look in the voice, and saw a thick black slowly spreading from the door, slowly spreading on the walls and the ground, dyeing the passing curtains into a heavy black. The originally dead white was instantly swallowed by black, and spreading towards the altar like a black hole.

He looked down at the dial on his wrist with a serious expression - it was still two minutes away from six o'clock!

Mo Yi's heart was shocked, and his fingers subconsciously tightened, leaving a slight dull pain in his palm.

The wedding shouldn't have started yet!

The black spread faster as if it was running faster, and it was swallowing and eroding the white at a rapid speed. All the players stood up from their seats, stared at the rapidly spreading black in panic, and retreated in the opposite direction.

The bloody roses crushed into red flower juice under the chaotic footsteps of the crowd, and were messyly stuck to the pale ground.

Everything in front of me is composed of black, white and red, like a weird and weird picture.

The deep and rich darkness spread more quickly, like a hideous beast with its teeth and claws pounced towards the players who could not retreat. Mo Yi's face was deep, his fingers became loose and tight, tight and loose, holding the simple glass ball in his hand. When he found out that something was wrong, he took out the props from his backpack.

But he wasn't sure whether he wanted to use it.

Since Mo Yi was in the room before, a vague guess appeared in his heart, which became more and more specific and clear as time went by - Mo Yi was not sure whether he should bet on this guess that could almost be considered unfounded.

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

Now I can only have a gamble!

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

It seems to be a whisper, it seems to be a cry, it seems to be a chanting.

The low and chaotic sound whispered the broken syllables of unintentional sentences, and pulled Mo Yi's consciousness into the depths like a spell.

This is exactly the sound Mo Yi heard when he was in danger in that corridor.
Chapter completed!