Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

That illusory and fuzzy white shadow hangs like a hazy mist in a dark and dark corner, and the moment it meets Mo Yi's eyes, it begins to drift toward the depths of the room.

Mo Yi's expression froze, he turned his pace and quickly chased in the direction where Bai Ying disappeared.

The white cloths around him were scattered on the ground, but there were still more furniture covered with white cloths or coffins that had not been touched, forming a labyrinth of countless walls and passages around Mo Yi, making him Soon he lost the trace of Baiying in front of him, got lost in the chaotic and complicated terrain in front of him, and couldn't find the correct route.

The icy air around me carried a smell of decay, brushed against Mo Yi's exposed skin, and slowly blew towards the depths of the dark room, like the breath of death flowing slowly along the ears, arousing physiological pain. Sexual shudders.

Mo Yi shrank his shoulders subconsciously, his brows were furrowed, and a trace of frustration slowly appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He looked around at the route around him that had no clues or characteristics at all, and when he was about to turn around and leave, his pace suddenly stopped, Mo Yi seemed to have remembered something, and his brows and eyes were slightly startled.

and many more……

windy.

The entire side hall is basically closed, and the door of the side hall was closed when Mo Yi came in. Normally, there should be no wind, but now there is a very obvious feeling of air flow, and ... More than once, this is not the first time that Mo Yi has felt the presence of wind in the side hall, and the phenomenon with such a high probability of occurrence is no longer explained by simple chance.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bright and sharp glimmer in the depths of his eyes.

——Then, it is very likely that there are some hidden passages in the room that have not been discovered.

Mo Yi first ruled out the utility room where he found the marble statue. After all, that room was tightly hidden under the blanket covering the wall, and the unused space inside was also very limited. It would be impossible to create such a breeze. Very likely.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the breeze on his skin——

Got it!

Mo Yi opened his eyes, his dark eyes looked straight at 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, firmly and quickly, as if It seemed that all the obstacles around him could not stop him, as if he was a straight arrow moving forward without hesitation.

The white cloth hanging quietly in the darkness was blown by the wind brought by him when he walked, and slowly fluttered and swayed, as if some living creature was struggling in the darkness.

Mo Yi suddenly stopped.

The solid wall blocked the eyes, and the narrow area illuminated by the flashlight was eroded by darkness. It shook slightly with the movement of Mo Yi's wrist, but he could still see - there was no way ahead, and he had arrived at this moment end of the side hall.

The wind did not know when it had stopped.

Mo Yi walked forward slowly, his eyes searched and moved on the wall. The wall in front of him seemed to be no different from the others. The exquisite carvings on it reflected the faint light of the flashlight in the darkness. A deep shadow was cast on his face, and the dark shadows swayed silently in front of his eyes, which made people feel a little creepy in his heart.

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

I don’t know if it’s because of his viewing angle. The slightly raised patterns on it are intertwined. Under the light of a flashlight, it looks like a man’s face in pain. Deep despair engraves on the man’s face. Disappeared lines, numb eyes silently looking into the distance, not knowing what they were looking at.

This... seems to be the pattern carved on that brass-colored door!

Mo Yi felt his heart beating violently in his chest, blood from his hands and feet seemed to rush to his face in an instant, his cold palm subconsciously clenched the flashlight in his palm, and the slightly greasy metal felt in his hand. It's getting clearer.

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

The beam of light from the flashlight expanded slowly with his movements, and the slightly dim but wider light beam quietly projected onto the wall, illuminating the patterns on it. Finally, for the first time, Mo Yi saw the whole A complete pattern.

It was as if a flash of lightning pierced the darkness instantly, and a roaring sound dispelled the dead silence.

Mo Yi's fingers tightened subconsciously, his eyes widened slowly, and he felt that his breathing seemed to stop. There was something heavy stuck in his throat that made him unable to speak out, but his heart became incomparably tense. Clear and clear, as if following the light of the lightning across the sky to finally see the scene in front of him clearly.

He knew... what the meaning of sis was.

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

And the name is...

sisyphus [Sisyphus].

He is a character in ancient Greek mythology. He refused to die out of nostalgia for the human world, and even deceived the gods to prolong his life. Then the gods were furious and punished him for pushing a huge stone up to the top of the hill every day. When it is about to reach the top of the mountain, the boulder will roll down to the foot of the mountain again due to gravity, and Sisyphus will push the boulder back to the top of the mountain again, and so on, repeating the same meaningless and unachievable coolie forever, Trapped forever in an abyss from which there is no escape.

Mo Yi raised his head and stared at the relief made of lines on the wall in front of him.

The muscles of the whole body of the man with pain were tense, and the blue veins of the bent arms were protruding exaggeratedly. There was a huge stone in front of his body, which almost crushed the man's figure, and the round stone was engraved with shallow The symbolic sculpture, if you look carefully, it is an abstract ouroboros connected end to end, forming a huge circle around the edge of the entire boulder.

Ouroboros has been a totem of ancient Greece since the beginning.

It symbolizes infinity and reincarnation.

The purpose of the behind-the-scenes in this dungeon is to complete the portrait, but both the servant and the player can only provide three kinds of paints, black, white and red. These colors are only used for sketching, and it is completely impossible to complicate the coloring. The oil painting was filled in, so the painter could only be trapped in the three-day reincarnation painfully, spending the three days before the wedding over and over again, expecting to finish the entire oil painting with three colors, but forever It was just a futile attempt, and finally returned to the beginning three days later and started a new cycle.

Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief slowly, feeling as if the oppressive air accumulated in his chest was slowly dissipating, and his eyes were clear and clear, and the whole picture of this dungeon was finally slowly displayed in front of him.

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

Could it be that white shadow?And why?

While thinking about it, Mo Yi slowly pressed his palm against the mottled and undulating lines on the wall. The touch under his palm didn't feel like a wall...but like metal.

That brassy door he'd never found, that mysterious room—

He was finally found.

Before Mo Yishi could push the door open, he felt the touch under his palm soften slightly, as if suddenly changing from a lifeless dead thing to a living thing, as if there was a strange feeling Attraction pulled Mo Yi's palm into the depths of the wall, and the exquisite and abstract reliefs on the wall seemed to be distorted into a huge circular arc. Looking 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 strange force.

Before Mo Yi could figure out why, the walls and carpets in front of him began to melt, like oil paints eroded by heat, all the colors and patterns seemed to melt down the wall Flowing, countless different colors fused into dirty and confused patterns, faster and faster, gurgling and converging into a torrent of paint, everything around me is melting, whether it is a marble statue or a hanging on the wall And the blanket, even the white cloth becomes a wet patch of paint that sticks to the ground, mixing with other colors around it.

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

The river formed by countless pigments has turned into an ocean, rushing towards Mo Yi like a flood that has opened its gates. In an instant, it becomes a pattern of intertwined and mixed colors, as if it is going to fill the whole world with paint. There are still countless unmelted coffins and furniture floating on it, and the huge force of the flowing paint rolls around Mo Yi's body, causing his eyes to spin around, and he can identify the direction with complete steps.

Mo Yi waved his hands in vain, trying to find a support point to offset the dizziness before his eyes.

His wide-open eyes searched aimlessly. In his sight, Mo Yi saw the huge unmelted coffin hitting his head heavily 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 wave that was about to be hit by the coffin.

There was a familiar cold touch on his wrist, tightly wrapping around his wrist bones.

Mo Yi turned his head to look at the direction from which the strength came, and saw that Wen Chen was also impacted by the big waves of paint and drifted backwards. He pulled hard, and Mo Yi was hugged into a familiar embrace, and the pungent paint smell There is a faint smell of pine forest in the middle, and Wen Chen's low voice is heard next to his ear:

"Got you."

The powerful wave of paint rushed the two of them to the door of the side hall.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen were photographed on the ground in the corridor by the waves, and then the tide of paint slowly faded away, and gradually condensed and dried into a stiff block. The door of the side hall has disappeared, and only countless colors of mixed colors can be seen. The paint completely blocked the end of the corridor.

——The side hall is no longer accessible.