I have an escape guide

Chapter 332 Take Molière away
"Do you need my help?" Molière suddenly became serious. He was posing in the original portrait, which was the opposite, looking extremely awkward.

He is still the original him, including personality and memory, which is the same as the outside.

It seems that only the living can be affected by the mirror world.

There is still a photo of Mrs. Max on the table. She was smiling at first, but now she looks awkward no matter how you look at it. It may also be caused by psychological factors. She knows that she may be harmful to others, so Lin Yang is not right. Her impression is quite discounted.

It was hard to imagine that such a noble and elegant person in the bedroom would show such a smile.

Lin Yangfei said: "We want to get out of here."

The passage they came from has been sealed, so they can only find another way out.

"If you leave..." Molière held his forehead and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out. He said, "I've been staying here all this time. If you ask me if there is a way out for me, I really don't know." have no idea."

Think about the past too.

Lin Yangfei nodded and accepted it.

But just when he was about to search for it himself, Molière added another sentence: "However, I do know a secret passage, do you want to try it?"

Lin Yangfei: "Who did you learn from when you panted so much?"

"I thought about it myself. What is it called?" Molière smiled triumphantly and said, "Keep suspense."

Lin Yangfei: "..."

……

The secret passage is designed behind the portrait of Molière.

It turned out that the back of the portrait was not a wall, but a small entrance. After the entrance was opened, there was a spiral staircase going down.

Use a flashlight to shine down, but you can't see the bottom.

"How is it? Am I useful? Think about it, take me with you, I promise you won't be bored on the road." Molière proudly flaunted from the side.

Both Lin Yangfei and Mo Bing were observing the passage, and only He Yingyue chatted with him.

As a result, without talking for a few words, Molière noticed the black mist dumpling in He Yingyue's hand, as if it was alive, and immediately showed an expression of interest.

He looked up and asked, "Little Yingyue, what are you holding in your arms?"

"A gift from a friend." He Yingyue replied simply.

But Molière did not give up, but asked: "A gift? Where did you find a friend, give me one too!"

He Yingyue: "???"

She leaned in front of the portrait, showing a funny expression, and said: "You are a famous painting, what kind of gift is it, you can't take it if someone gives it to you."

"That makes sense!" Molière clapped his hands and suddenly realized.

However, he wanted to provoke the Black Mist Tuanzi to play, and was almost bitten off a corner of the painting by the Tuanzi. Wang Hongbin's temper was still the same as before.

Lin Yangfei and Mo Bing came back from exploring the road. They stretched out their heads and greeted He Yingyue: "He Yingyue, this passage seems to be not dangerous, and the temperature is normal. Let's go down and have a look."

"Okay, here we come!" He Yingyue turned her head and replied, ready to leave.

When Molière saw it, he hurriedly said loudly: "Wait, wait!"

"Huh?" Lin Yangfei looked at him suspiciously.

It was the same last time. After leaving without saying a word, there was no sign of coming back. This time, Molière didn't want to be left with another painting, left in this dark abyss.

He said, "Take me! Take me away with you!"

"You?..." He Yingyue glanced at him, the portrait was too big, even without a frame, the aisle would not be able to accommodate him.

Lin Yangfei hesitated for a moment, he had thought of this before, but the conditions were indeed not allowed, he said with some embarrassment: "This... seems not very convenient..."

"Convenient! That's so convenient!" Molière shouted, raising his hands, pointing at himself, and said with a friendly face,

"I... can be folded!"

……

The winding stairs continue to descend.

Looking down from the highest point, Lin Yangfei could feel the swirling cold wind blowing up, and the blowing iron chain made a "bang bang bang" sound.

A huge cross was hung at the top of the passage, and a human-shaped thing was tied to it, whether it was a real person or a dummy.

All I could see was that the thing's head was covered by a linen cloth, and its limbs seemed to have no joints, hanging limply on its side. Its body was dirty. It was conceivable that the crimson stain on it was actually the blood of a living creature.

He Yingyue was obviously a little scared. Every step she took was very cautious, for fear of disturbing something.

Mo Bing walked in the front. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and it wasn't because he was indifferent, it was just such silence that even Lin Yangfei couldn't understand his thoughts.

However, as long as Lin Yangfei exists, he should not go astray.

"My God, this place is too scary!" Only Molière was still amazed around like a normal person.

Now he is held by Lin Yangfei, the painting has been folded several times, only his face is exposed, looking here and there.

Lin Yangfei walked at the back, and he was in charge of the rear. In case of any accident, only He Yingyue in the middle is the safest.

Lin Yangfei found it funny and said, "Where did you learn this weird translation accent?"

"What is an interpreter's voice? I'm expressing my inner feelings. Have you ever heard a sentence? God exists only when you pray with your heart." Molière said plausibly.

Thanks to Molière, the originally depressive atmosphere became much more relaxed. Among the many people Lin Yangfei knew, he should be the most talkative one.

Lin Yangfei asked casually, "Where did your famous saying come from?"

"Of course it was said by my favorite Mrs. Max. I still remember how beautiful, noble and elegant she was when I saw her for the first time. It was just my ideal..."

Moliere's compliment was interrupted by He Yingyue, she said: "Okay, I know her charm, when we meet her, it's not too late for you to praise her."

"Can I see her!?" Molière looked surprised, he was just too bored, and never thought of meeting Mrs. Max.

Lin Yangfei frowned. If they met Mrs. Max, they might be in a very dangerous situation, so Lin Yangfei didn't say much, but grabbed Molière and asked, "We're not sure if we can meet, It's the sentence you just said, does she often say it? About God or something."

Hearing Lin Yangfei's question, Mo Bing turned his head and took a look.

As we all know, there is no god in this world, no matter how much you pray, it will not exist.

but……

Molière said: "This sentence is not often, but if there is no one, she will read a poem, I still remember... that poem seems to talk about... God perish."

(End of this chapter)