Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 109

Chapter 109

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahaha grass, yellow hair, miserable!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha, wife, do you know that you look scary like this!"

"It's a very scary movie, die laughing!"

Huangmao took a step back in horror, but before he could do anything, a pair of arms popped out from the mirror.

The other party's skin was warm, his arms were slender but powerful, he grabbed his neck lightly and skillfully, pressed all his terrified screams back into his throat, and used gravity to slam him into the mirror. drag.

"No no no no!"

Huangmao's two legs kicked in the air.

The mirror was like a wide open mouth, swallowing his whole body without leaving any trace.

In the next second, Huang Mao felt the world spinning in front of his eyes, and the thick darkness pressed over him.

"No no no!"

His eyeballs were trembling in horror, and he looked at the young man in front of him in shock, trembling like a frightened bird.

The moment the opponent let go of him, Huang Mao jumped three feet away in an instant.

"Ahhhh!"

With a pale face, he ran all the way to the mirror he came in, slapping the mirror frantically with his palm, making a bang bang bang sound, but the mirror didn't move at all.

Looking at the back of his teammates not far away, Huang Mao screamed at the top of his voice:

"Help, help, ah, ah, ah!"

However, all the sounds were easily blocked by the mirror, and all the struggles seemed so feeble.

Wen Jianyan didn't stop him.

On the contrary, his eyes did not fall on Huang Mao at all.

The moment he returned to the mirror again, a strong sense of threat struck, and the radar for detecting danger instinctively sounded an alarm in his mind, which made Wen Jianyan tense up instantly.

He turned his head involuntarily and looked into the depths of the darkness.

The shadows in the darkness surged restlessly, like an ocean on the eve of a storm, harboring terrifying waves that devour people.

The previously non-aggressive, almost unconscious floating shadow is no longer gentle, and the darkness is squirming, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs.

At this moment, Huang Mao also felt the fear that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He turned his head suddenly and looked at Wen Jianyan in horror, as if the other party was about to bite his throat:

"You, you... what are you going to do?"

Grass.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and she couldn't help but cursed in her heart.

He looked at the yellow hair in front of him, and said very fast:

"You shouldn't ask me what I'm going to do..."

The young man stepped forward quickly, pulled up the yellow hair who was curled up beside the mirror, and said through gritted teeth, "You should ask, what is this space going to do to us!"

Huang Mao was dumbfounded.

What... what do you mean?

Huangmao was dragged away, and he stumbled behind Wen Jianyan, still unable to recover, subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

This glance almost frightened him out of courage.

The darkness that was still very peaceful just now has been completely disturbed, and the boundless chaos is surging, pressing down from the top of the head like a dark ocean.

At that moment, a strong tremor surged up against the tailbone.

This is not the sense of horror when seeing ghosts, but more like the feeling of smallness and panic that humans feel when they face natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis.

It makes people's knees weak and weak, as if they will be crushed by this overwhelming strength in the next second.

"What are you doing in a daze? Run!"

Wen Jianyan pulled the yellow fur and jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Hurry up, or do you want to die!"

Huang Mao suddenly came back to his senses.

His face was pale without a trace of blood, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his teeth were chattering. Even so, his legs moved involuntarily, and the instinctive desire to survive burned deep in his body, making him run with all his strength.

"This direction!"

Wen Jianyan tugged at the yellow hair, and according to his memory, ran towards the direction where he first entered.

He could clearly feel that the shadow around him was no longer as "friendly" as it was at the beginning.

It's not accurate to speak of friendliness.

At first, the darkness seemed to be in the instance of [Ducai Middle School], it was sleeping, unconscious, like some kind of dead thing, but since he pulled the second person in, it seemed to be half awakened , that strong, overwhelming malice and desire to attack rushed over.

Wen Jianyan's scalp was numb.

He could feel that this malice was not only aimed at Huangmao, but also at him.

Oh shit.

This golden finger is too **** impractical!

Can it only be used half a time?

Even if the first time is not over, it will be backlashed, what kind of **** gold finger is this! !

The thin shadows around him entangled his limbs and torso, bringing an icy chill, like a prey entangled by snakes, waiting for an opportunity to strangle his bones.

Wen Jianyan activated the props, struggling to break free from the shadows again and again.

The first few times were fine, the shadow density didn't seem solid enough, but, as time went on, the shadow drag became stronger and stronger.

It's like being stuck in a swamp, the more you struggle, the faster you sink.

Immediately, immediately!

just in front!

Wen Jianyan's eyes were firmly fixed on the "door" not far away, and the flickering candle was getting closer and closer, and enlarged little by little.

Coming soon!

The mirror was close at hand, but in the next second, the solid shadow struck again, wrapped around his leg, and just happened to forcefully cut into the soft skin on the inside.

"…ah!"

The boy's pupils shrank, and a suppressed sob escaped from the depths of his throat.

I don't know if it's because too much time has passed, but the analgesic and palliative seem to be slowly failing. The part that was already worn out is burning hot, and the intense pain spreads from the overly tender and sensitive skin.

Wen Jianyan staggered.

Huang Mao was startled, and turned to look at the boy who suddenly slowed down: "You..."

However, before he could say anything, he felt a strong pressure on his back.

In the next second, his gravity was out of balance, and he stumbled into the mirror in front of him!

"Ahhh!"

Huangmao closed his eyes and screamed subconsciously.

However, the imaginary collision did not come. He seemed to have passed through something thin, and he was dizzy and rolled twice on the ground until his back hit a hard corner. .

His face was frightened and pale, and he opened his eyes cautiously like a frightened animal.

In front of him was a closed narrow room, a candle was quietly burning in front of the mirror, the candle tears below had condensed quite a bit, and there was a nauseating smell floating in the air.

Like some kind of rancid burnt smell.

Under the light of a little light, Huangmao could see his own face distorted by fear in the mirror.

He stood up tremblingly, groping frantically on the wall, trying to find a way to escape.

In the next second, I didn't know what I touched in my hand, but there was a soft "click", and the wall in front of me suddenly moved, Huang Mao lost his center of gravity and fell out staggeringly.

"Why are you here-?!"

A female voice that couldn't hide her shock sounded from above her head.

Huang Mao was dizzy from the sudden strong light, he raised his head blankly, his dizzy vision gradually became clear, and several surprised female faces appeared in front of him.

The rationality that was chaotic due to panic gradually returned.

Huang Mao immediately recognized that the people in front of him were the teammates of the target person.

It's over.

Yun Bilan and Wen Ya couldn't believe their eyes.

Huang Mao, who was just a few rooms away and was about to walk towards the blind spot of their vision, suddenly pushed open the closed door of the mirror room for unknown reasons, and stumbled in from inside!

This...how is this possible?

Wen Ya turned her head to look out of the window in disbelief, and then at the yellow hair in front of her, her expression was tangled and confused, as if she couldn't understand the logic at all.

Overlooking Huang Mao who was lying on the ground, Yun Bilan raised her eyes and looked into the room behind him.

The door was wide open, and the already narrow space was almost unobstructed.

It was empty inside, and there was no second person.

Yun Bilan narrowed her eyes slowly.

Huang Mao, who was trying to shrink his sense of existence, suddenly felt his hair being pulled up viciously, and was forced to raise his frightened face.

"What about him?"

The blue-haired woman leaned down, grabbed the yellow hair roughly with one hand, narrowed her eyes, and asked coldly.

There was severe pain in the scalp, and a few tears burst out of Huang Mao's eyes. He screamed:

"I, I, I don't know—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt the other party's fingers exert a little force again: "Ahhhh!"

Huang Mao cried and screamed.

Yun Bilan moved closer, and asked word by word: "What about him?"

"Mirror...mirror...he's still in the mirror—"

Huang Mao burst into tears like rain, and replied whimperingly.

Yun Bilan let go of her hand, and Wen Ya looked at each other suspiciously.

Mirror?

Seeing the weeping yellow hair, Wen Ya's eyes darkened a little bit.

She took a few steps forward slowly, dragging the collar of the yellow hair, ignoring the other party's helpless struggle, and dragging him back into the narrow secret room.

"Which mirror?"

Wen Ya's voice was soft, but the movements of her hands did not lessen her strength.

Huang Mao curled up, choked up and wept.

"I don't like violence." Wen Ya's attitude was still calm, and she said in a gentle manner: "But in our team, there are people who like it very much."

Behind her, Yun Bilan grinned ferociously.

"So, don't lie, and don't make excuses." Wen Ya asked softly, "Answer my question, understand?"

Huang Mao's tears fell even more fiercely, and he nodded frantically while crying.

Woooooooooooooo, these girls are so scary! !

He raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed to one of the mirrors: "That, that side—"

A few people were startled and looked in the direction of the mirror.

inside the mirror.

In the darkness, the boy's body was firmly pressed against the mirror by the shadow.

The smooth waist was forced to stretch out a flexible arc.

Behind him, there are doubtful gazes and scrutiny from his teammates, but no one's vision can penetrate this barrier to see what happened in the mirror.

"Well-"

In the darkness, shadows roll.

A low whimper overflowed his throat, with a trembling tremolo, spreading out along with the uneven panting, scratching like a cat's claw.

Chapter end