Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 133

Chapter 133

At the end of the show, everyone had a dazed look on their faces.

Wen Jianyan didn't press hard and asked for an immediate answer. On the contrary, after throwing the olive branch, he immediately retreated politely, giving the other party enough room to think and change, and left his own contact information.

What he lacks most is patience.

Before they were about to part, Wen Jianyan stretched out his hand and shook Wen Ya briefly.

His fingers are slender and strong, his palms are dry, and his eyes are warm and sincere. They seem to contain thousands of words, but they are all hidden in two words:

"Goodbye."

Wen Ya looked at Wen Jianyan.

She knew that with this guy's intelligence, from the moment he didn't see Lilith in the team, he must have understood everything that happened in the dungeon.

However, as the person in the entire team who paid the most to find Lilith, he didn't say a word.

He didn't ask Lilith's whereabouts, and didn't explore what happened. He just kept silent gently, and didn't uncover the unhealed scars, but left her a space to grieve and mourn—because Wen Jian said It is very clear that among the entire team, Wen Ya is the one who has been hurt the most. Even though she looks the same as usual now, this is just the survival instinct of a nightmare anchor.

"Goodbye."

She smiled at him with a peaceful and firm look in her eyes.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't ask for an immediate answer, Wen Ya had already made a decision in her heart.

She will join.

Even if it means that she will give up her precious seat in the third guild of the whole server, and enter an unknown guild that may not even have the qualification to establish.

For Wen Ya, Xu Lili's death was devastating, and nothing before had caused such a terrifying impact on her gradually numb heart.

In this luxurious world, full of desire and killing, for the first time, she clearly realized that she had to leave.

Even if it's just for Lily.

She shouldn't be forgotten, left alone on a missing person flyer.

Wen Ya has already made up her mind.

She is going to visit the Jiangnan that she has dreamed of, to taste the delicious food that she is full of praise, and to bring... the news of her death to her relatives.

For this, she must leave.

Wen Ya took a deep breath, turned around, and disappeared into the vast crowd.

When Wen Jianyan returned to the suite he lived in, Ji Guan happened to be nestled in it, not knowing what he was doing.

"!You're back!"

When he saw Wen Jianyan, his eyes lit up and he was obviously relieved: "Great, I saw that you haven't come back for such a long time, I thought something happened to you..."

The speed of time in the system space is the same as that in the dungeon. Although the dungeon is full of dangers and every minute and every second has to be broken, for people in the system space, time passes quickly, especially Most of the low-level dungeons are very short, often ending in a few hours.

For a D-level anchor, Wen Jianyan disappeared for too long this time.

It was so long that Ji Guan thought that he would never come back.

Like a worried old woman, Ji Guan stood up and greeted him, and the questions were thrown like a cannonball:

"What level is your dungeon this time? Is it difficult? How long did it take? Have you found the item you were looking for before? Did it go well—"

"Stop, stop!"

Wen Jianyan hastily raised his voice: "Stop, stop, one question at a time."

"First, first question..."

His subtle eyes circled around Ji Guan's body, and with his fingertips, he touched the semi-finished colorful wool ball around the other's neck, and asked slowly: "What is this?"

Ji Guan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head to look at his neck, with a shy expression on his face:

"Oh, this one."

He scratched his hair: "I want to see if I can knit a scarf or something."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He hesitated and asked, "Are you... short of points? Do you need-"

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Guan rolled his eyes, "There is no distinction between spring, summer, autumn and winter here. Even if I have points, there is no need to exchange them for scarves."

Wen Jianyan: "Then you are..."

Ji Guan: "Cultivate sentiment."

"The entertainment activities here are too rich. The more it is like this, the more you should cultivate your body and focus on yourself," Ji Guan explained seriously, and then looked down at the semi-finished scarf hanging around his neck, his face slowly showing satisfaction. Smile: "Also, don't you think I'm a good crafter?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Respect blessings.

"Ahem, anyway, let's get back to the point," Ji Guan cleared his throat: "How about your copy this time?"

Wen Jianyan briefly summarized the general situation of the last dungeon.

"Good guy... Grade A?"

Ji Guan's eyes were about to pop out, and his voice was a little cracked: "And finally became S-rank?!"

After getting the affirmative answer from the other party, he looked at Wen Jianyan in a different way, full of strange brilliance looking up at the boss:

"Brother Yan, I'm sure I saw you right, you can survive this, you are really awesome..."

"Has the level been raised?"

Ji Guan asked.

Wen Jianyan nodded: "I'm a B-level now."

Ji Guan: "..."

After staying in the nightmare for so long, he was still a D-rank, and he had to complete at least two rounds before he could be promoted to a C-rank. As a result, after he came in, he only completed a total of four rounds, and he was directly promoted to a B-rank!

This is simply the speed of a rocket!

People are really more popular than people!

Wen Jianyan: "By the way, there is one more thing."

He briefly described his idea of ​​forming a guild. Surprisingly, Ji Guan didn't seem surprised.

"how to say…"

Ji Guan scratched his handsome cockscomb head, and said, "Brother, ever since I saw you in Fukang Hospital, I felt that you are definitely not a thing in the pool. An SS-rank boss!"

He showed a stupid expression of blind trust:

"Whenever your guild squeezes out the oracle, I must at least be a veteran!"

"No problem," Wen Jianyan narrowed his amber eyes, and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, do you have to show something to your future president?"

Ji Guan: "?"

Wen Jianyan: "Two more small cakes from last time."

Ji Guan: "..."

Pooh! I think you are hungry!

"Speaking of which, where is Su Cheng?" Wen Jianyan looked around, "Where did he go?"

Ji Guan: "This... I don't know too well? But he has been away for a while, do you need to find him?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head: "Not really."

He stretched his waist, stretched his sleepy muscles, and then patted Ji Guan's shoulder: "I'm going to sleep for a while, don't call me."

Ji Guan nodded, but before he sat down and started working again, he just heard the other party lazily throw a sentence over: "Don't forget the cake."

Ji Guan expressionless: "..."

Looking at Wen Jianyan's tightly closed door, he sighed, resignedly took out his floral apron, and got into the kitchen. Not long after, the sound of clanging kitchen utensils came out of it.

Wen Jianyan's room.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the huge luxurious room was dark.

He has never treated himself badly, and the room redeemed with points is also of the highest standard. Even though it is only a part of the suite, the area here can almost match the most advanced presidential suite in the real world.

Wen Jianyan took a shower in a hurry, and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in moisture, with a faint trace of tiredness in the corners of his brows and eyes, he yawned, and threw himself on the bed.

The big bed is spacious and clean, and the high-grade goose down quilt is comfortable and soft, dragging him like a cloud

Although the wound was healed by the system using points, Wen Jianyan's long-term high-intensity escape still put a lot of burden on Wen Jianyan. This feeling of fatigue was so intense that it was comparable to running three marathons in a row.

but…

Contrary to his physical fatigue, his spirit seemed extremely excited at the moment.

Wen Jianyan lay on his back on the bed, the bathrobe on his body was slightly undone, he opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling in the dark, half-dry hair hanging down, smeared a little wet marks on the bed.

Sure enough, the higher the level of the dungeon, the more clues will be revealed.

[Fantasy Amusement Park] This dungeon is especially true.

The backgrounds of the previous three live broadcasts were basically born out of the real world. Even though there will be cruel and terrifying things that can never appear in the real world, the basic framework will still not change.

But Fantasyland is different.

Wen Jianyan couldn't find the realistic elements in it, and it was difficult to connect it with the other copies. This almost different-dimensional place almost made him overturn all his previous guesses.

But... one thing caught his attention.

That's the final difficulty level change.

Changed from A rank to S rank.

At that time, the statement chosen by the system notification was: "It was detected that the difficulty of the dungeon did not match the system's judgment, and the system is re-correcting..."

This sentence may seem ordinary, but there is a lot of knowledge in it.

If the dungeon is created out of nothing by the Nightmare Live Studio, starting from scratch, then there is no need for "detection" and "judgment". It is impossible to make mistakes in judgment, so there is no need to re-correct.

Moreover, it is obvious that the re-correction of the system only started after Wen Jianyan entered the frog food processing factory, which is the more inner world.

In other words, the system's detection of copies is likely to be limited.

So... this fantasy amusement park is very likely, and it is also not the "different dimension" he imagined at the beginning.

As for what exactly...it's hard to say.

Wen Jianyan's eyes flickered slightly.

There are still too few clues at hand, and he may need more evidence to make a more accurate and specific guess.

He took a deep breath, picked up the phone from the bedside table beside him, opened the system backpack in the Nightmare APP, and found the hidden items he got in the dungeon.

Before the start of the next instance, these hidden objects cannot be turned into props temporarily, and their real names and usage methods cannot be known.

In the copy of [Fantasy Amusement Park], he got three hidden items.

One is the door opening card from the attic of the haunted house, one is the diamond necklace from the Bloody Mary bathtub, and the last one is…

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

What about ouroboros ring? !

He immediately woke up from the fright, Wen Jianyan hurriedly jumped up from the bed, grabbed the clothes he was wearing earlier from the side, leaned over and fumbled in his pocket—

Wen Jianyan heaved a long sigh of relief and sat back on the bed.

He withdrew his hand, and heavy metal ornaments appeared in his open palm.

The jet-black Ouroboros is exquisite in workmanship, its thin body is circled into a small ring, and its scales are small and hidden, shining coldly in the dark environment.

Its size is very delicate, a little too big for a finger ring and a little too small for a wristband.

Strangely, after he left the instance, the item was not automatically received in the backpack, but remained in his pocket all the time.

Wen Jianyan looked at this metal ornament and thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason.

He sighed, and lowered the hand holding Ouroboros.

"hiss!"

Wen Jianyan's brows twitched, and he involuntarily gasped.

He raised his hand, only to see that the place close to his palm was scratched by something on the snake's body, and scarlet blood flowed out from the shallow damage.

Ouroboros's small, black body seemed to swim in a lively, slow motion, looking alive in the dim light.

The blood dripping on it glistens.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

I always feel... At that moment, the small piece of skin on the hip bone seemed to be burning faintly.

He stared at the Ouroboros in his palm in amazement, his body tensed up instinctively, waiting nervously.

However, nothing happens.

Wen Jianyan blinked, and looked at it over and over in bewilderment, but didn't see any clues.

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, and suddenly thought of something.

Wen Jianyan opened the backpack, took out the prop [Mr. Mirror], and tentatively poked it into the Ouroboros, holding his breath slightly.

Still nothing happened.

Well, it seems there is little connection between the mirror and the Ouroboros ring.

Wen Jianyan sighed, separated the two props, and put them back into the system backpack.

But... Strangely, this time the Ouroboros was put in, but the mirror couldn't be put back.

Although there were countless doubts and confusions in his heart, Wen Jianyan was really sleepy until this time.

Wake up and think again.

When the time comes, go to the forum to check the information, maybe you will gain something.

Wen Jianyan yawned, threw the props to the pillow at any time, then turned over, threw himself into the thick and soft goose down quilt, and fell into a deep sleep in just a few seconds.

Darkness enveloped.

In the huge room, the even breathing of the young man was soon heard.

Among the fragments of the mirror randomly thrown by the pillow, blurred and thin shadows flowed, slowly sucking the blood remaining on the edge of the mirror.

A gray shadow that was so thin that it would dissipate in the next second protruded from the depths of the mirror, and wrapped around the young man's body silently.

"Well…"

Wen Jianyan, who was in a deep sleep, frowned slightly, a muffled groan escaped from his throat, and he turned over subconsciously.

The bathrobe and quilt were slightly spread out under the action, revealing the young man's well-proportioned, firm and slender body. The clean skin still had a little moist water vapor, and a white light shone in the dark room. The lines of the chest and abdomen were beautiful and smooth, facing The inside of the open bathrobe is meandering, and the flexible waistline slightly stretches out a narrow arc that is sunken downward.

On the hip bone, the dark red and complicated lines light up slightly, looking weird and strange, like a name that just got a response.

Chapter end