Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 188

Chapter 188

…Varied?

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

As if being pulled by some force majeure, his gaze was on the old yellowed paper.

On the kraft paper, the line of writing on the blackboard slowly disappeared, and new words emerged.

"After struggling for a long time, you finally realize that the entire Ping An Sanatorium is a hotbed for hatching the baby, but, obviously, what is missing in this sanatorium is precisely because of the lack, so the pregnancy process has not really succeeded. , in order to leave here, you decided to complete this journey, make up for the lack, make it a perfect circle again, and let the real **** circle be born.

You have already discovered that the number '7' is the key. Whether it is seven floors, seven bells, or seven freaks, it has proved that only '7' can truly conceive the gods.

You start to think, where is the achievement of '7'? "

...Where is [7] achieved?

Wen Jianyan was stunned, suddenly something flashed in his mind.

Sacrament!

The Seven Sacraments were only completed three times!

At that moment, the whole thought became clear.

Obviously, Nightmare Live does not want this sub to complete its goal. If it really succeeds in creating a god, then the entire sub will be closed, and it will not be able to invest in the anchors.

Therefore, even for missions related to epic-level hidden props, the seven sacraments only need to be completed three times, precisely because Nightmare does not want the hosts to end the sub in this way.

While Wen Jianyan was in a daze, the handwriting on the kraft paper faded away again, and more words emerged.

"Suddenly, you realized that it turned out to be a sacrament!

The inability to complete the seven sacraments also caused an irreparable gap in this perfect circle, making it never able to achieve its own purpose.

So, you decide to go to the secret room on the right side behind the lower tomb, where there are all the items you need to complete the goal. Only in this way can you escape from this terrifying world and end this cruel cycle forever.

However, all this must be done before the first coincidence.

Mouth bit the tail, the bell rang and everything would start again.

Your time is running out. "

Looking at the handwriting that emerged on the kraft paper, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

The "omniscience" it displayed made him feel very uneasy, not because it was so familiar with the structure and laws of this vice, but because it was very clear about his progress and thoughts since now—it knew what information Wen Jianyan had now , To what extent have you mastered the law of this vice, and you know what and how much it will reveal based on it, and you will be able to make the other party have to trust yourself even if they are very vigilant.

It's almost like reading minds.

I'm really afraid.

Suddenly Huang Mao gasped from the side, and let out a suppressed and trembling cry: "Wait, have you noticed that this place seems to be different...?"

Wen Jianyan was startled and raised her head.

"You, look here, here, and there..."

Huang Mao's face was very pale, and although he forced himself not to show any expression of panic, the flinching like a frightened bird still leaked out from his eyes.

The lower tomb is very large, and the light is very dim. When people gather in the center, it is difficult to observe the changes around them.

Shao Yao's eyesight and hands quickly switched to the flashlight, and the bright beam of light pierced the darkness and swept in the direction Huang Mao pointed.

Under the light, the rest of the people were startled, and they couldn't help showing expressions of astonishment.

The walls that were originally made of masonry and earth tiles showed a metal-like smooth texture at some point. Above the high dome, the ceiling became smooth and clean. It seemed that the sarcophagus whose lids were pushed away could be faintly seen. Glass is emerging all around.

"This... this is?"

Su Cheng's eyes widened.

Luce whispered:

"It seems that...the laboratory is merging with the lower tomb a little bit."

The two are completely in the same pattern, and there is no sense of disobedience in this blending.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank, and she subconsciously looked down at the kraft paper in her hand.

[All of this must be done before the first place coincides, the mouth bites the tail, the bell rings, and everything will start again]

According to his previous guess, the so-called "head" is the laboratory, and the "tail" is the lower tomb. —

Like a real Ouroboros, the whole vice is slowly taking shape.

When the ouroboros bites into a "round", the seventh bell rang—unless Wen Jianyan completes the remaining conditions before then, the vice will restart.

The handwriting on the kraft paper changed again:

"You can ask me two questions."

Immediately afterwards, the line of words also began to fade slowly, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a smooth and flat surface, as if it was brand new and unused.

"..." Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, folded the kraft paper and put it in his pocket.

He stood up, and the black box that had been used was casually put aside.

"Me, what are we going to do?"

Huang Mao looked extremely panicked, almost unable to control his nails. He stared at Wen Jianyan closely, like a drowning man grasping his only life-saving straw.

He vaguely realized that the countdown of the whole deputy had already started.

Together with their lives.

The silver-haired young man lowered his eyes, and there was a superfluous expression on his pale face, as if he was wearing a stone mask.

He is thinking.

The rest of them watched him nervously.

A few seconds later, Wen Jianyan seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the depths of the lower tomb.

The young man's back was straight, his steps were steady and quick, as if he knew his purpose very well, and he disappeared into the dark shadows in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. Although they didn't know the meaning of Wen Jianyan's move, they still followed.

"What's in front of that?"

Su Cheng frowned, lowered his voice, and asked in Huangmao's ear.

"...I have everything." The doubt on Huang Mao's face was no less than that of Su Cheng.

His eyesight is good, and he can not be restricted by the darkness, but, according to his eyesight, there is only an empty stone wall in front of him, and there is nothing at all.

I saw Wen Jianyan standing still before the end of the route, raised his eyes to look at the stone wall in front of him, and raised his hand to touch it, as if he was looking for something.

The rest of the people stood not far away, the doubts on their faces getting deeper and deeper.

After a few minutes, Luce finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "What are you looking for..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft "click" coming from the front, and then something in the shadows began to move, like the sound of stone walls rubbing against each other.

Everyone was taken aback.

Shao Yao came back to her senses, and shone it with the flashlight in her hand.

In the darkness, a door made of rock slowly opened, revealing a bottomless dark tunnel.

She gasped: "Secret door?!"

"How do you...?"

After asking the question, Wen Jianyan walked into the unknown darkness without hesitation.

Su Cheng was startled: "Wait! Be careful—"

The young man's calm voice came from the darkness: "Don't worry, there is danger inside, you come in with peace of mind."

Several people looked at each other in the same way, the astonishment on their faces was even heavier.

Although dubious, they still walked towards the secret door and walked in.

Wen Jianyan held the flashlight exchanged by the system store in his hand, and stood in the empty and cold stone cave. His silver hair shimmered faintly in the dark, and he felt inexplicably holy.

He heard footsteps and stepped aside.

The gazes of several people fell in front of him, and they couldn't help but gasp.

It was a small stone platform, like a pulpit platform, like a place for sacrifices. In front of it lay a corpse that had turned into a mummified corpse. It was wearing a dusty priest's suit, which should be worn on the chest. The square holding the cross is empty, and the fingers are still pressed against something, but the Bible below is gone.

The face without flesh and skin looked particularly terrifying in the darkness, and the dark eye sockets stared straight into the distance, as if in deep thought.

Shao Yao turned around and looked around, she seemed to recognize something, her eyes widened in astonishment, and she said, "This, these are... the props needed to complete the sacrament?!"

When they completed the sacraments before, some props were lacking, and they could only follow the system prompts. During that process, they encountered countless life and death crises, although they were reluctantly solved every time in the end. But looking back now, it still makes her shudder.

And what is placed in front of her now are the props needed to complete the sacrament.

Whether it is holy water, holy oil, or the bread of the Eucharist... etc., everything is readily available.

Wen Jianyan nodded and said slowly:

"That's why this vice didn't work out."

His previous experience in the special scene really happened.

And the priest he played, after completing his work, was obviously also plugged into this black box, but died—so, even with seven freaks, seven floors, and seven bells , this hotbed has always bred real gods, because it is not a perfect circle.

Therefore, like a tape stuck in a jammed state, this pair repeats the cycle again and again.

But the missing part is always missing, so it will never reach the end.

Wen Jianyan took out the Bible and the cross from his pocket, bent down and put the cross on the priest's empty neck, and then stuffed the Bible under the palm of the priest.

"Kaka—"

The moment the object returned to its original owner, there was a strange sound of bones rubbing against each other in the darkness, making one's scalp almost numb.

"Crack."

The dry, skinny fingers with only bones slowly gathered together, and they held the Bible tightly.

The neck of the mummy turned at an angle unimaginable to humans, and looked at the young man in front of him with hollow, dark eye sockets.

The real priest "live".

Wen Jianyan held his breath slightly, took two steps back, and stared closely at the slowly recovering mummy in front of him, a pair of amber pupils shone with a bright, almost crazy shimmer.

He smiled and said lightly:

"Okay, now let's make gods."

Chapter end