Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

The two stumbled up to the fourth floor at the fastest speed.

I don't know if it's due to psychological reasons, but this floor is much darker than the other three floors. The darkness is like a sponge, sucking up all the sounds, leaving only disturbing boundless silence.

Wen Jianyan paused for a moment and did not continue to rush forward.

"Why, what's the matter?" Su Cheng panted heavily, and turned his head to look over.

Wen Jianyan shook his head, took two steps towards the stairwell, put one hand on the handrail, and cautiously looked down.

There was no sound in the stairwell.

Whether it was the clicking sound of the utility knife being pushed, or the strange humming sound of the old witch, they all disappeared, as if they were isolated in another different dimension.

"Didn't catch up." Wen Jianyan looked back and frowned.

Su Cheng stood aside in a daze, his chest was still heaving rapidly, and he looked at the young man in front of him with some puzzlement.

Isn't that a good thing?

But why...the other party's face doesn't have any relaxed emotions, but it seems to be more dignified?

Seeing that Wen Jianyan didn't seem to be planning to move on, Su Cheng said in horror:

"Wait, you, don't you want to go back?"

Looking at the dark stairwell, thinking of the two NPCs who were chasing after him just now, Su Cheng couldn't help shivering, and suggested:

"How about we go around to the back stairs? Maybe we can bypass those two."

Not to mention whether it is still possible to go down now, even if it is possible, maybe it will fall into the same situation as before.

Now, there is only one last road left before him.

— keep going.

"…good."

Wen Jianyan sighed and nodded weakly: "Let's go."

There was a stale smell of dust floating in the air, the temperature was very low, a bit colder than downstairs, the cone-like chill permeated through the thin clothes, and gradually invaded the texture.

There is no light source in the entire corridor, and everything is shrouded in thicker and thicker darkness.

A series of closed doors passed by.

It was terrifyingly quiet in my ears, except for the slight friction sound of the soles of the shoes and the ground when walking.

Groping forward in the dark, the concept of time seems to be distorted, every second is almost stretched into a century, and the space seems to be stretched infinitely, which makes people almost have a strange sense of trance.

"when-"

A dull bell rang from downstairs, and the dusty air oscillated, making one subconsciously shiver.

"When-when-"

The bell continued to ring until it struck twelve times.

It's twelve o'clock.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in the ears of both of them at the same time:

"Ding, it has been detected that the live stream of the anchor has reached three hours, do you want to enable point settlement?"

Su Cheng was startled by this sudden voice, and his shoulders trembled.

He secretly glanced at Wen Jianyan, and saw that the other party didn't seem to notice his gaffe, so he was relieved, and secretly replied in his mind:

"On."

At the same time, Wen Jianyan was doing exactly the same thing.

With a calm expression on his face, he looked ahead, and while walking forward, he replied in his heart: "Open."

"In the E-level live broadcast room 789326qwk, the average number of viewers per hour is 7000, which can be exchanged for 700 points.

If the anchor is detected as a novice anchor, the points you will get for this live broadcast will be doubled, and 1400 points have been settled in your account.

You are still 3200 points away from the upgrade of your live broadcast room, please make persistent efforts and create greater glories! "

"During your live broadcast, you received tips from 226 people and got a total of 4150 tip points.

It is detected that the streamer is a novice streamer, the system will not draw a share for this live broadcast, and 4150 points have been settled in the account for you. "

[The remaining points in your account are: 28450]

[The next point settlement time is: 3:00]

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan exchanged for two hours of survival time again to ensure that he would survive until the next settlement.

After the purchase was over, the voice sounded again:

[The remaining points in your account are: 10450]

Wen Jianyan's steps suddenly stopped.

The moment the voice fell in his ear, his peripheral vision caught the existence of a door not far away.

The yellow paint on the door panel was peeling off, the door shaft was corroded, and the house number hung crookedly on it.

【408】

In the darkness around him, the three half-corroded figures looked extremely glaring and abrupt, as if an invisible force had attracted his attention.

day.

Wen Jianyan twitched slightly at the end.

His face was expressionless, and he walked straight forward without squinting.

After a few seconds.

Room [408] appeared next to him again.

Wen Jianyan didn't even look at it, and once again speeded up her pace silently—

Soon, the sign of room [408] appeared in front of his eyes again.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His feet flew like flying, one door after another was quickly left behind, but [408] still appeared in the field of vision again.

Su Cheng was panting tiredly, trying to keep up with Wen Jianyan's pace: "Little brother Wen, don't you think that the time we've been walking...is a bit too long?"

The corridor extends endlessly into the darkness in the distance, as if it is undergoing an endless fall.

Given the size of the building, this corridor should not have ended by now anyway.

I don't know when it started, the lights in the stairwell have long been swallowed by darkness and disappeared without a trace.

There was only darkness behind.

The bedrooms on both sides of the corridor were not numbered, and the doors were closed tightly, as if they had been welded to death, and the dark windows stared at them blankly.

It seemed that there was only this endless corridor and the two lonely people in the corridor left in the whole world.

...Ghost hitting the wall?

Su Cheng shivered involuntarily.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Do you think I don't know!

I just don't want to know!

He finally gave up struggling, stopped slowly, and said weakly:

"Ah, that seems to be the case..."

Su Cheng stood still and managed to straighten out his breathing.

He didn't seem to notice Wen Jianyan's strange reaction, but cautiously began to explore the surrounding environment. Suddenly, he seemed to find something:

"Hey! Speaking of which, Room 408... Did we pass by before?"

Wen Jianyan said dryly, "Is there, I didn't notice."

Unexpectedly, he was the first to discover the clue this time, Su Cheng was filled with strength, feeling that he was finally useful:

"This room is definitely not ordinary!"

he said firmly.

Su Cheng approached carefully, and gently pushed the door with his fingertips, only to hear a creak, and 408 opened a small gap.

He said excitedly: "This door can be pushed open!"

The other doors that passed by on the road were all locked tightly, and only this door could be pushed.

This shows what!

This shows that here is the clue they have been looking for!

Su Cheng turned his head with bright eyes: "Brother Wen, let's go, let's go in."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

... help.

"Don't worry, if something unexpected happens," Su Cheng puffed out his chest and said firmly, "I will definitely protect you!"

The corner of Wen Jianyan's mouth twitched: "...Thank you."

Although he was very sure that there was danger inside the door, even Wen Jianyan had to admit that in the current situation where ghosts were hitting the wall, bumping around in the corridor like headless chickens would only waste his energy uselessly. It does nothing to improve the current situation.

No matter how reluctant he is, judging from the current situation...

Walking into [408] room has become his only choice.

Su Cheng opened the door first and walked towards the door.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, sighed, and had no choice but to follow up.

He raised his hand and slowly pushed open the half-open door in front of him.

Dark, endless darkness enveloped his vision.

"…Hello."

Wen Jianyan frowned and said in a low voice.

No response.

"Where are you?"

Still no response.

The room in front of him was dark and silent, and the only response to him was the boundless sound of the wind. The person who entered the room only ten seconds before him disappeared without a trace as if he had been swallowed.

The rotten and cold air poured into the nasal cavity, causing the body temperature to drop slowly.

A strange shivering sensation slowly climbed up his spine.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, Qiangzuo calmly opened the system mall, and spent twenty points to buy a flashlight.

"Patter."

A beam of light appeared in the darkness, illuminating the scene in front of him.

...lots of mirrors.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

In front of him were several huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors, each of which reflected the light of the flashlight and his own tense, expressionless face.

The mirrors are arranged in a random pattern, and a road is branched in the middle, extending into the depths of the endless labyrinth.

As far as the line of sight is concerned, there is no second person.

Wen Jianyan swallowed her saliva, turned her head and looked behind her.

I don't know when, the door that came in disappeared, leaving only countless mirrors quietly standing behind, quietly reflecting his own figure.

There is no way out.

Wen Jianyan had no choice but to gather his mind and walked into the mirror maze.

The flashlight in hand is reflected by countless light sources in the mirror.

Numerous mirrors reflected the figure of the young man from all directions. When he moved, countless shadows moved at the same time, as if he was surrounded by himself in countless mirrors. It was creepy.

Although there is the same face in each mirror, after staring at it for a long time, it will give people a strange and different feeling.

Wen Jianyan has a keen sense of intuition. Surrounded by countless mirrors, every nerve is kept in a state of extreme vigilance. A slight noise at the edge of his vision will instantly make him tense up. However, after walking for only a few minutes, He felt physically and mentally exhausted.

until-

Under the light of the flashlight, a little girl appeared not far away.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

Xiaojie?

He took a few steps forward, but stopped just before hitting a mirror.

Wen Jianyan stops.

He suddenly realized that what he saw was the picture in the mirror.

In the picture, the little girl is holding the deciduous tooth that has just been replaced, sending it to a huge mirror that looks weird, and making a wish with an innocent and childish voice—I hope I can help my mother.

The figure of the little girl disappeared.

Wen Jianyan continued to move forward.

In the next mirror, the old hag knelt in front of the mirror, howling, and cut off her waist-length hair with a knife in her hand—let my daughter come back, I am willing to be your slave.

Wen Jianyan paused and continued to move forward.

In the next mirror.

The drenched old witch stood in front of the mirror, her facial features were distorted and ugly, like a ghost.

She plucked out her own eyes with a knife—I gave my eyes for more eyes, so that the man who pretended to be a trainee teacher and took his daughter away from me had nowhere to hide.

The skin cracked, and Gululu's malicious eyes grew out from under the flesh and blood.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

This paragraph should have happened after he entered the copy.

That is [NPC Alienation].

He took another step forward.

This time, all images disappeared.

Only the sharp knife was left lying quietly on the ground, reflecting the cold luster.

His own face was reflected in each mirror, eerie and strange in the pale light of the flashlight.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned around and wanted to leave—

But in the next second, his movements suddenly stopped.

He turned around, but the self in the mirror... didn't.

Wen Jianyan slowly turned her head and looked into the mirror.

The self in the mirror smiled and looked back.

To be precise, Wen Jianyan in all the mirrors showed the same expression and the same movements—

"Wen Jianyan" smiled and stretched out his hand.

Make a wish.

Wen Jianyan heard his own voice ringing in his mind.

Countless phantoms gradually surrounded him.

Make a wish.

The voice became louder and clearer, as if it sounded from all directions, circling in his mind.

Wen Jianyan saw his own reflection in the mirror bending down slowly.

Could it be that-

Wen Jianyan gasped, and watched as she picked up the knife that the old witch used to gouge out her eyes, and then slowly laid it across her little finger.

There was a tingling pain in the end of the little finger.

Wen Jianyan looked down and found a fresh bloodstain on his fingertips.

Wen Jianyan in the mirror smiled, the corners of his mouth were drawn wider, looking almost malicious—

However, Wen Jianyan moved faster.

Almost without thinking, he pushed up with his fingertips.

Only a "click" sound was heard, and the flashlight went out.

The light source disappears.

There was only boundless darkness and tranquility left in front of my eyes.

Wen Jianyan was panting slightly, her stiff fingers were still a little numb.

Without the light source, the mirror loses its effect.

Fortunately, it seems that the rules here and classroom 408 in the teaching building are the same.

But... now the same question arises, how does he get out of this room?

While Wen Jianyan was thinking hard, a familiar touch suddenly came from his feet.

Wet and sticky, like a skinned cat rubbing against his ankle affectionately.

This is... Xiaoju!

Could it be that not only the rules, but also the space between these two rooms is common!

When Wen Jianyan destroyed the altar according to the contents of the pamphlet and released this little thing, he really didn't expect that this cat could play such a big role.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and walked forward following Xiaoju's guidance.

In the pitch blackness, Wen Jianyan struggled to move forward, and sometimes even bumped into the mirror wall from time to time.

After stumbling away for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding space suddenly opened up.

"Meow."

A thin cat meow sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the sticky feeling around the feet disappeared.

…arrive?

Wen Jianyan hesitated for a moment, covered the front of the flashlight with one hand, leaving only a gap between his fingers, and then turned on the flashlight again.

A faint ray of light overflowed from between the fingers, barely illuminating the front.

What appeared in front of him was not a gate, not a corridor, but an endless darkness. In the darkness, a huge mirror stood silently in front of him.

This mirror looks heavy and weird, with strange patterns engraved on the edge, wrapping around the entire mirror like vines.

Pulled by some kind of weird attraction, Wen Jianyan took a step forward and walked towards the mirror.

Strangely, his face was not reflected in the mirror.

but...

Wen Jianyan frowned, and slowly moved closer.

The phantom of a man is lying in the mirror, submerged in the shadows, the soft long black hair is spread out under his body, and on the pale skin, there are weird and strange dark lines winding on the pale texture, as if Tattoos are like spells.

So peaceful, so serene.

And so scary.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Wen Jianyan's back.

— This is a biological horror.

It's like staring at the abyss that is about to fall, and can only watch in horror as the endless darkness devours itself.

Animals that sense danger are trembling crazily, every cell is clamoring to flee, and the limbs can hardly control the urge to escape—

This feeling can be expressed in precise words, but Wen Jianyan is very clear about one thing.

Although the phantom fully meets the standard of "human appearance", it is not ugly, and it does not even have the slightest mutation or distortion, but for some reason, the sense of pressure he brings far exceeds any ghosts I have encountered in the entire dungeon , even the mirror itself is even more terrifying, almost completely surpassing his cognition as a human being.

The inhuman, almost ghost-like primitive sense of terror emanating from the other party made Wen Jianyan instinctively shudder.

run away!

Before it's too late!

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision and turned around to run!

However, the moment before he moved, the strange force that attracted him here suddenly strengthened!

"this…?!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked to find that his limbs had lost the power to move, and his whole body was being drawn into the mirror uncontrollably, and the man in the phantom was getting closer and closer to him—

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened suddenly.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Don't come over here!

The mirror swayed slightly, like an open film, rushing towards the young man in front of him, whispering softly.

bring it on.

Beautiful sacrifice, offer your body and soul.

bring it on.

Bow down to God the Father and become the nutrient for his awakening.

From toes, to calves, to knees, to thighs—

Wen Jianyan felt his body being pulled and sank rapidly, as if being swallowed into the mouth of a giant beast bit by bit. The weird and frightening feeling made his hair stand on end.

Looking at the phantom of the man who was getting closer and closer to him, Wen Jianyan gasped.

"Backpack! Open the backpack!"

Although he cherishes his hard-won points very much, and every life-saving item is ridiculously expensive, but if this continues, he will really be doomed!

However, for some reason, the system seemed to be malfunctioning, no matter how Wen Jianyan called, it couldn't be adjusted.

It's almost like being disconnected.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Rubbish!

The man in the phantom was getting closer, and Wen Jianyan could almost see the pale and sharp chin and the gracefully curved lower lip of the man. As the distance drew closer, the creepy and terrifying aura on the man became more and more vivid. Slowly approaching him.

Wen Jianyan: "."

No, no, no?

He won't be doomed, will he?

He gritted his teeth, his heart beat, and he suddenly brought the back of his hand to his mouth.

Hit the upper and lower teeth hard!

In the next second, blood splashed and hot scarlet liquid dripped down.

Slap.

It was bright red with blood, and a piece of tissue including the skin and flesh rolled to the ground.

Wen Jianyan spat the excess blood in his mouth onto the ground, and shouted in an extremely calm voice:

"I want to make a wish!"

The rate of subsidence stopped.

Wen Jianyan saw that his face finally appeared on the mirror.

"Wen Jianyan" in the mirror smiled and asked, "So, for your wish, what sacrifice are you willing to make?"

Wen Jianyan raised the corners of his blood-stained mouth and revealed a **** smile. He looked even more terrifying than the person in the mirror, and said firmly:

"My soul."

"... volunteered?"

"Wen Jianyan" in the mirror was startled slightly, a flash of greed quickly flashed in his eyes, and the next second, the corners of his lips curved up even more, and he commented in an admiring tone:

"Ah, the color is very good."

"What do you wish for?"

The person in the mirror became solid, and his tone became a little urgent.

Wen Jianyan calmly pointed to the phantom sleeping in the mirror:

"I want him."

Chapter end