Chapter 176

Mo Yi's breathing was suffocated.

The shock caused by the situation I saw in the dark room before had not yet dissipated. Countless pale marble statues arranged neatly in the darkness appeared in his mind. Countless dark and empty eyes coincided with the eyes in front of him. The cold eyes fell on his body and slowly moved, giving people a sticky feeling of discomfort like a reptile.

Mo Yi suppressed the strangeness in his heart and looked back without moving.

The butler's eyes slowly fell on Mo Yi's side - a faint bloodstain slight seeping out of the dusty gauze, and circles tightly wrapped around the pale and thin palms hanging on the side.

"Ah, are you injured?"

His question sounded distant and polite, and the cold and gloomy voice seemed to have a gentle hissing, which made the listener's back unable to control a strange chill.

Mo Yi hid his hanging palm behind without any trace and covered his palm with the shadow of his body:

"Just accident."

The butler's eyes slowly moved upward from his side, and his empty eyes stared at Mo Yi's face:

"Do you need help with the wound?"

Although he asked this, he didn't seem to care about Mo Yi's answer to his question and walked towards him quickly. The distance between the two was quickly narrowed. The butler's pale and thin palm stretched towards Mo Yi, but he quickly avoided it by his reaction.

Mo Yi took a step back quietly and replied: "It's just a minor injury, it won't bother you."

The housekeeper took back his hand that was frozen in the air without changing his face. The curve of the smile on his face was still as standard as if it was measured with a measuring ruler, as if it was a delicate and perfect mask on his face. He said in a cold and unchanged voice:

"Since that's the case-"

Before he finished speaking, the butler's facial expression seemed to have frozen instantly.

His smile, which had not changed since Mo Yi entered the dungeon, slowly disappeared from his lips. The stiff lines of his lips tightened and straightened, becoming a short straight line without any emotion, just like the perfect mask on his face, as if a thin gap was cracked, and a silent stiffness slowly flowed out from it.

The housekeeper stared at Mo Yi with an expressionless face. It seemed that something cold and dark was rolling and spreading deep in the dark and empty eyes. He said softly: "It's so strange."

His tone was slow and calm, as blurred and gentle as the murmurs beside the pillow in the dark night. But for some reason, Mo Yi could hear it clearly and just listen to him repeatedly:

“It’s so weird.”

The housekeeper looked at Mo Yi with his black hole-like eyes, looking calm and strange:

“I smelled something that shouldn’t have.”

The cold trembling feeling slowly climbed onto his back. Mo Yi instantly recalled the strange liquid that he had accidentally stained in the dark room with his fingers. The cold and sweet smell seemed to be the smell of death and decay, vaguely lingering in the dark China, like a gangrene attached to the bones, and refused to dissipate.

Although the strong smell of dust masked it, it never disappeared.

Now it seems that at least in front of the butler.

At this moment, the butler's face, which was still expressionless, had some subtle changes. The facial features that seemed to be no longer very harmonious seemed to become more conflicting. It seemed to be a puzzle that was not very complete and was shaken by vibration. His dark and hollow eyes seemed to be filled with horror, which made him leapt from just a subtle sense of incongruity with the real person and jumped into the inhuman abyss.

Mo Yi calmly wiped off the blood beads that were scratched from his palm and threw away the remaining pieces of porcelain in his hand.

The butler has not stopped moving, but is still trying hard to break free from the constraints around him.

Mo Yi squatted down and turned his head to look at his broken skull - hollow and stone.

Sure enough, he is also a marble statue.

However, the difference is that the thin viscous liquid in his head is not dirty dark gray, but appears to be intertwined with black, white, and red.

Mo Yi reached out and picked up a piece of fragment from the ground, carefully preventing the liquid from being stuck on his fingers, handed it to the butler and asked softly:

"What's this?"

The butler's face looked distorted and ugly, and his dark eyes seemed to have lost his mind, and he murmured the same words over and over again with a hoarse and sharp voice like a broken recorder:

“…wrong…broken…”

It seems that communication is indeed impossible.

Mo Yi threw away the fragments in disappointment, then looked down at the watch in his hand: Time is too long.

He sighed, lifted the small solid wood rack that originally had the porcelain, and smashed it hard on the same place on the butler's head.

——He finally stopped moving, most of his face was broken, and fragments of marble were scattered all over the carpet, and at the same time, other marble statues in the room stopped moving as if they were instantly pulled away from their lives.

It looked like the murder scene was in a mess.

Mo Yi threw away what he had on hand, rubbed his slightly sore arms, and let out a long breath.

Wen Chen walked to him and asked in a deep voice: "How are you?"

His eyes touched the tiny bloodstains cracked on Mo Yi's palm, and he slowly frowned, looking a little annoyed.

Mo Yi looked up at him, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"My permissions in the copy are limited." Wen Chen pursed his lips, and a trace of pain flashed between his eyebrows and eyes: "...I'm sorry."

He could not directly attack the boss in the dungeon, nor could he even help Mo Yi find clues directly. The only thing he could do was to be the final insurance to prevent Mo Yi from being in danger. With Mo Yi's prudence and ability, he rarely put himself in that situation. Even if this kind of thing really happened, Wen Chen had no doubt that Mo Yi could handle the situation well with his own ability - this kind of powerlessness that was almost useless made him feel very guilty.

Mo Yi shook his head: "Even if you don't have permission, you have made my work much easier, and you don't owe me anything, what can I apologize for?"

He smiled, raised his hand and rubbed Wen Chen's hair into a mess, and then said:

"It's time to go."
Chapter completed!