Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 110

Chapter one hundred and ten

Wen Jianyan's back was tightly attached to the cold and hard mirror, and the line from the neck to the chest was oppressed by a deep and thick shadow, bringing a vertigo feeling almost suffocating.

"...Father God."

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if forced out from the depths of his throat: "Are you there?"

The light outside the mirror came in from behind, and the light and shadow moved, and the footsteps and conversations of teammates could be vaguely heard.

With the change of light, it seems that someone leaned in front of the mirror and tapped tentatively with his knuckles, as if to observe whether there is another space hidden under the mirror.

A faint sense of vibration was transmitted along the mirror surface, overlapping with the rapid rhythm of the heartbeat.

The darkness in front of him was dead silent.

No one responded.

Wen Jianyan was oppressed and raised her head, panting with difficulty.

In front of him was a thick, completely impenetrable darkness, like viscous ink, thick clouds, covering his whole body in it.

The original feeling of touch that seemed to be nothing but looming has been completely solidified and turned into a ruthless bondage. The cold tentacles of the shadows are strangled into the skin tightly, entangled in various parts of the body, and are still coming. Tighten up little by little over time.

Every inch of skin was plunged into icy shadows.

The feeling of being too tightly wrapped made Wen Jianyan curl up subconsciously, but was immediately pressed back on the mirror even more heavily.

The back of his head hit the mirror with a "boom".

outside the mirror.

Yun Bilan, who put her palm on the mirror, was startled slightly, and looked deeper into the mirror.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ya from behind asked, "Did you find any clues?"

Yun Bilan frowned: "I'm not sure."

There seemed to be movement inside, but it was so tiny that she couldn't be sure if the other person was trapped inside.

Wen Ya lowered her eyes and pondered for a while: "Let me try."

As she spoke, she straddled the still-crying yellow hair and walked straight forward.

Wen Jianyan was dizzy from the blow, and his head was buzzing.

Even so, his brain was still running fast.

Things are a little strange now.

Wen Jianyan was sure that he did not violate the rules.

This dungeon is not over, and there is no trace of the other party's soul fragments for the time being, which means that the transaction between them is still in progress.

The killing intent hidden in his heart should not be exposed yet.

Entering the inside of the mirror world this time is also the other party's acquiescence in a sense.

The other party has no reason, and shouldn't tear up his face at this time, and attack him.

"Witch Candle? Witch Candle!"

Wen Jianyan shouted tentatively.

There was a dead silence in the darkness, the shadows surged silently, and no one responded.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slowly, and a thoughtful expression flashed in his eyes.

He realized that the other party had never shown up from the beginning.

Even though these shadows that symbolize the other party's existence are floating around endlessly, the "body" of Wu Zhu has never appeared once.

If we connect it with the trip in the mirror in Decai Middle School—

At that time, before being awakened, the other party is completely unconscious, and the shadow is like an ordinary, unconscious dead thing, and will not respond in any way.

That is to say...

Perhaps the appearance of that "body" means the opponent's rationality and consciousness, and when the "body" disappears, these shadows are an unconscious, purely instinctive force.

If so, everything can be explained.

Because of the "imprint" on his body, the black shadow does not attack him, and it is even possible to regard him as the same kind. After he dragged the second human being in, the peaceful state of sleep was broken, and these out-of-control forces began to attack all intruders.

"Well…"

When Wen Jianyan was just meditating, the shadow wrapped around his thigh at some point.

Painkillers and palliatives have worn off.

The pain that disappeared during the previous period seemed to be just a deception to the senses. After the effect of the medicine disappeared, all the sensations were doubled by the body and returned.

The slightly rough cloth was oppressed by external force, slowly grinding and binding on the overly sensitive skin, hot and itchy, bringing a strong, almost shameful tingling sensation.

"Grass!"

Wen Jianyan cursed uncontrollably.

He shivered for a moment, and subconsciously curled up his body.

The shadow that was motionless no matter how it was called just now finally responded this time.

Wen Jianyan's subconsciously curled up body was forced to unfold under the pressure of external forces, like a shellfish whose hard shell had been pried open, and was forced to reveal the white, flimsy, defenseless soft shellfish.

In the next second, a cold shadow entered the gap between the cloth and the skin.

"I'm stupid!"

Wen Jianyan bounced up.

He gasped, his pupils shrank in horror, and subconsciously cursed: "I'm sick!!"

The scorching hot skin was crushed and tortured by the cold dark tentacles, malicious and cruel, as if they were trying their best to force out more voices and struggles from humans.

"How the **** are you more perverted than when you are conscious!"

Wen Jianyan was going crazy, he bounced all over.

Under the stimulation of pain, his eye sockets were red, the corners of his eyes were forced to turn a little watery, and the eyelashes were moistened with physiological tears:

"Fuck! Let me go!"

outside the mirror.

Wen Ya put her palm on the slightly vibrating mirror, narrowed her eyes: "It should be right."

As long as the location of teammates is determined, the next operation is very simple. There are related props in the system mall that can pull teammates out.

However, the use distance of this item is extremely limited, the difference between different levels is large, and the effect is also very unstable. If you are not very sure of the location of your teammates, otherwise the probability of failure in using it is very high.

Wen Ya gritted her teeth and exchanged for the highest level of the item "Claw" in her shop.

A few seconds later, the claw turned into a spot of light and disappeared.

It appears to have failed.

Seeing this, the hearts of several people sank.

Yun Bilan stepped forward: "Let me try."

Her level is the highest among the several anchors present, and the level of the open shopping mall is also the highest.

Soon, Yun Bilan exchanged for a higher-level item and activated it.

The metal claws penetrate into the mirror, like a fishhook falling into a smooth lake.

Everyone instinctively held their breath slightly, waiting anxiously.

Time passed bit by bit.

Every passing minute and every second seemed extremely difficult.

Suddenly, the claws moved violently!

Accompanied by a slight tremor, the slender iron wire was slowly pulled out from the mirror.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan, who was tightly hooked by the neckline, was pulled out from the depths of the mirror, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The eyes of Yun Bilan and the others brightened, they gathered around one after another, and asked in concern: "Are you okay!"

"Can you still get up?"

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan lay on the floor exhausted, a little dizzy, and it took five seconds to realize that she had been dragged out of the mirror.

"No, nothing."

He shook his head, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said in a hoarse voice, as if after a catastrophe.

The rest of them were taken aback by the raised face of the other party.

The other party's cheekbones were stained with a sickly blush, the eye sockets and the tip of the nose were slightly red as if they had been bullied, the eyelashes were wet, and there was a little wet tear in the amber eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yun Bilan asked worriedly.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, shook her head slowly, gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay."

He supported his teammates' hands and stood up. Just as he stood up straight, he couldn't help but staggered.

Wen Jianyan's face changed slightly.

"Are you injured?" Wen Ya accurately captured the slight pause in the other party's movements, and frowned worriedly.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth viciously, and showed a slightly distorted smile: "Yes, but it's an old injury, it was just bumped just now."

He opened the store, exchanged the painkiller and sedative, and quickly poured it down his throat, and his face finally returned to normal little by little.

"Where's the yellow hair?"

He looked around and asked.

Only then did Yun Bilan and the others realize that they were so concerned about the safety of their teammates just now that they forgot about the hostages for a moment!

Several people looked at each other and saw the same solemnity in each other's eyes.

Yun Bilan ran out of the room, just in time to see Huang Mao reaching under the turntable to get the key.

Obviously, taking advantage of the confusion just now, the other party ran out and secretly spun the turntable.

Seeing that he was discovered, Huang Mao jumped up, grabbed a few keys and ran forward! He quickly unscrewed a door and ran away like his **** was on fire!

"Chasing! This guy is going to run away!"

Yun Bilan gritted her teeth and ran after her, followed by the rest of the people.

Wen Jianyan paused.

He thought of something, turned his head and glanced into the bathtub.

Something was glistening at the bottom of the tub, so that must have been the prop he had seen before entering the mirror.

He snatched it up as he ran out.

The moment your fingertips touched the props, a familiar system voice sounded in your ears: "Congratulations to the anchor for obtaining the hidden props in the dungeon (difficult)!"

【Collection level 2/6】

—It's actually a difficult level!

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up.

Before he had time to look at the appearance of the prop, he stuffed it casually into his pocket, and hurriedly turned around and followed.

In any case, it is still important to catch the yellow hair now.

Several rooms above the head.

"Hey, where's the person?"

Huicheng, who was walking in front, turned his head and couldn't help being stunned.

The back was empty.

But in just a few seconds, Huang Mao, who was following not far away just now, disappeared without leaving any trace, as if evaporated out of thin air.

-what happened?

"Hey, don't leave yet!" Huicheng stopped several other teammates and said solemnly: "The yellow-haired man is gone!"

"What?"

The rest of the people were startled, and also stopped. They turned around, returned to the room, and began to search for the figure of Huang Mao.

However, the room in front of him was empty, and there was no room for Tibetans at all.

The yellow hair disappeared for no reason.

How could such a thing happen? !

"Captain, what should we do?" The rest of the people looked towards Huicheng.

Huicheng pondered for a long time, and said: "Don't worry about him, let's move on."

Although it would be very troublesome without the yellow hair, but now that the mission goal has been completed anyway, it is irrational to waste the time of clearing the level for the other party.

Just as a few people left the room and came to the corridor, Huicheng's phone suddenly vibrated twice.

He turned on the phone and looked, and couldn't help being stunned.

It's yellow hair.

"What's wrong?" the other teammates asked.

Huicheng walked quickly to the window, and said as he walked, "He said, let's look down, at five o'clock."

Obviously, they were under Huangmao's vision, otherwise the other party would not be so clear about their current position.

He stood at the window and swept towards the direction mentioned in the yellow-haired text message.

Soon, his eyes stopped on a certain translucent corridor, and his pupils shrank slightly:

"Look!"

The rest of the teammates came forward one after another and looked in that direction.

A figure with a familiar voice was running down the corridor.

Huicheng took a breath:

"It's the mission target!"

He really didn't die!

Wen Jianyan stopped.

Not far away, Huang Mao, who was trying to escape, was caught by his two tough teammates, and now he was crying and hiding in the corner, being beaten up by Yun Bilan and Wen Ya.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Just catch it.

but…

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan realized a strong gaze from somewhere.

He turned his head to look, and soon met the gray city not far away.

Excuse me, it was discovered.

The boy raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the yellow hair curled into a ball in the distance.

He even sneaked away and sent help messages to his teammates. It seems that this guy is not as useless as he imagined.

but…

Wen Jianyan checked the angle of the other party's observation with his eyes, and realized that from that direction he could only see himself, but not the Huang Mao who was beaten violently in the corner.

That's fine.

The curvature of his lips deepened slightly.

"Stop for a second."

Wen Jianyan stepped forward, pulled away the two teammates who hadn't vented enough, and advised in a slow voice: "Don't fight, it's not good to beat people up."

The tearful Huang Mao raised his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him.

The other party looked down, with a gentle smile on the brows and corners of the eyes, and a pair of amber pupils showing a clear texture under the light, with a particularly friendly temperament.

Wen Jianyan walked in step by step.

He stretched out his hand, lifted the yellow hair that fell on the ground, and gently patted the dust off his body.

"Are you all right?"

the boy asked with concern.

Huang Mao shook his head blankly.

For some reason, the image of the other party dragging him to escape in the mirror just now flashed in his mind.

Maybe he...is not as scary as he imagined?

"It's fine."

Wen Jianyan took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hug his neck affectionately, took him away from the blind spot just now, raised his hand and pointed outward:

"look."

Huang Mao raised his head and looked in the direction the other party was pointing.

Huicheng's livid face appeared within sight.

The yellow hair was standing on end, the scalp was numb, and the whole person froze, only one sentence was playing repeatedly in his mind——

It's over, it's over, it's over!

Reported to his own people that he was discovered! !

Seemingly noticing the tight yellow-haired body under the arm, Wen Jianyan chuckled:

"What are you nervous about?"

"Since we have already contacted..."

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint smile in the amber eyes, like a cat playing with its prey, with a childish evil feeling:

"Why don't you say hello to your old friend?"

In the room above.

The people in Huicheng don't have such good eyesight as Huangmao.

He could only see that the target person seemed to have noticed their gaze, and then walked towards the blind spot of his vision, and then, he and the yellow hair appeared in their sight.

The two brothers hooked their shoulders and backs, with a faint smile on their faces, waving to this side.

Huicheng's expression was so cold that it could drop ice shards.

"Damn it! I said why it didn't work every time I did it before! This guy is really an insider!"

The third child jumped up angrily: "When did they hook up! Fuck!"

"I knew that this kid was fooling us with his exaggerated performances all the way..." Another teammate gritted his teeth viciously, and said every word: "Damn it, it turned out that he already knew the enemy inside and out."

below.

Wen Jianyan smiled and waved her hands, wrapping her arms around the other's shoulders affectionately: "Guess, what do your old friends think of your new friends?"

Huang Mao's face was pale, his body was stiff, and he was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

"It doesn't look very happy."

Wen Jianyan gave a "tsk", chuckled and shook her head.

He stretched out his hand and lightly took out the phone from his yellow-haired pocket.

Because it was too urgent, the screen of the mobile phone did not have time to turn off, and it was still on the interface of sending messages.

Wen Jianyan scanned the ten lines at a glance, raised his eyebrows:

"Sure enough, because I'm being chased and the time is urgent, I didn't explain the reason of the incident at all. I just asked them to look in this direction, right?"

"In that case, you guess they thought you were prompting—"

With a smile in his eyes, the young man turned his head slightly to approach the other party, his eyes moved towards the end of his eyes, and swept upwards lightly, with a soft and sweet voice:

"Or a provocation?"

"I believe that they must really want to find out the answer themselves."

Huang Mao was completely dumbfounded.

His eyes rolled one by one, and finally fixed on Wen Jianyan's face.

The young man has a beautiful face, like an angel under the halo, with a smile on his lips, the previous fragility has been swept away, and at this moment, he looks like a devil in Huang Mao's eyes.

He raised his hand, gently stuffed the phone back into Huangmao's pocket, and said softly:

"This is the last time, understand?"

Chapter end