Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 205

Chapter 105

Obviously, the people who screamed just now should be the team that still stayed in the hall and entered the shop without having time to light up the oil lamp.

In an instant, the relaxed atmosphere just now disappeared.

In shop No. 04, an old oil lamp was quietly placed on the counter, and the dim light radiated from it, covering the small shop.

Yes, apart from the oil lamp, there is only darkness left.

The boundless darkness.

There was a dead silence in the shop, only the sound of depressing breathing could be heard one after another.

Every anchor was staring at the door, nervous to the extreme.

A stench like a rotting corpse came from the darkness.

The next second, the flame in the oil lamp shook violently. It was clearly covered by the lampshade, but it suddenly became unstable. The beating light and shadow reflected on the wall, causing everyone's heart to rise.

"quick!"

Qi Qian lowered his voice and said hastily.

"close the door!"

The moment his voice fell, Zhang Yu jumped up suddenly, his movement was so fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the gray glass door was firmly closed, firmly blocking the thick darkness.

The faint stench of rotting corpses still lingers in the nose, but the light in the oil lamp has stabilized and stopped beating.

Enclosed spaces are flooded with light, giving a false sense of security.

Everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Qian turned to look at An Xin:

"Before you come back, how many people are still outside?"

"It's hard to see the whole hall from our angle,"

An Xin's expression straightened, and the coquettish attitude just now had completely disappeared, "However, there should be at least two teams that haven't entered the room, oil lamps."

Qi Qian turned his head and looked out of the glass door for the first time.

Outside the gray glass, there was absolute darkness that even light could not penetrate. All teams that did not have time to light up their oil lamps before dark were definitely eliminated.

He looked at Su Cheng for the first time: "Prophet, do you have any opinion on this matter?"

Now, everyone's eyes were on Su Cheng.

Su Cheng didn't panic this time.

Before entering the dungeon, when he didn't know that Wen Jianyan would follow in, the other party once told him that if he encountered the current situation, before it was a life-and-death situation, someone would come to ask for advice on how to answer.

He still remembers the expression of the other party when he spoke:

"How much a thing can sell for does not depend entirely on its value, but more importantly on the timing of its appearance and the difficulty of obtaining it.

Keep it a secret, understand? "

Under everyone's gaze, Su Cheng asked back:

"Do you want me to prophesy now? Are you sure?"

This sentence is very simple, but the meaning contained in it is not simple.

After all, although the prophecy talent is also a kind of talent, there are also various types, some passively generated, and some actively activated, and the dark fire team has not yet revealed the type of Su Cheng's talent, let alone the specific activation method and accuracy of the prophecy. "Sex", and Su Cheng's move is to clearly tell the other party that his talent can be activated actively, and there is a limit on the number of times, and as an employee, he will give Qi Qian the initiative to activate the talent.

That is to say, Qi Qian not only has to bear the consequences of his prophecy, but if he encounters a more critical situation later and Su Cheng loses the number of prophecies, Qi Qian will also be responsible for it.

Qi Qian obviously understood Su Cheng's implication, he squinted his eyes, and compromised: "Forget it, let it go first."

"After entering the dungeon, they will definitely want to test their strength. After all, the foreign aid they have invited, yes, if they agree at this time, it will reduce their own value, destroy their sense of mystery, and become a Ordinary, players who can be used at will."

The young man showed him a gentle and happy smile, but concealed a treacherous smile:

"So, the first thing to do is to prevent the other party from using it at non-critical moments, because they can't afford the loss."

The picture before entering the dungeon flashed in my mind,

Su Cheng subconsciously glanced at the person standing next to him who really said those words.

The other party was firmly attached to his side, with a pair of wet amber eyes like a frightened deer, looking soft and fragile, although the facial features, eyebrows and eye contours were somewhat similar to the real him, it was completely invisible It used to be that strategizing, cunning and sinister appearance.

Su Cheng's forehead twitched, and he slowly moved his gaze.

"Did you hear anything?"

Suddenly, the nursery rhyme said.

The psychic's expression froze, and his brows and eyes became even colder.

Everyone immediately held their breath and listened—

Through the tightly closed door, it seemed that one could vaguely hear a faint sound coming from the darkness...

"Ringling."

That was the very faint sound of the copper bell, as if it came from a very distant place, but it was very clear in the boundless silence and dark night.

It seems to be coming from the left... also in the direction of shop 01.

Everyone was suffocating.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and raised her eyes to look at the door.

Above the glass door hung a small brass bell.

That is to say, if someone pushes the door in from the outside, it will make the same sound.

The time was elongated, and it seemed that only a second had passed. The sharp and shrill screams pierced the silence and came from the darkness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh—"

There was endless desperation and fear in that voice, like a slash across the heart of a person.

In this case, no one is foolish enough to leave a room flooded with light, which means...someone is trying to get in through the darkness.

Or rather, "people".

"Quick! Block the door!"

Qi Qian reacted quickly and ordered decisively.

In the next second, all the anchors started to move, and rushed towards the glass door together, pressing it firmly with their shoulders.

In the darkness not far away, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Clang, clang, clang."

One click, one click, one click.

Stiff, mechanical, the interval between each stroke is exactly the same, each stroke seems to hit the heart of a person.

Compared with the ringing just now, the knock on the door seemed louder and clearer this time, as if it was closer to them.

Everyone tensed up instinctively, and cold sweat oozed from their foreheads.

Obviously, in the room where the door was being knocked on, the anchors also moved at the fastest speed and blocked the door, so that "person" couldn't directly push the door and enter like in the beginning.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The banging on the door became more intense, and one could almost hear the vibration of the glass, and the creaking of the door, without any pause, it gradually became more urgent!

Although they were not in the room where the door was being knocked on, the same fear seeped in from the darkness, making their throats constrict and their hairs standing on end.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

In the dead silence, the copper bell rang for the first time.

"Ringling."

The sound was like the death knell, slamming down.

Everyone gasped.

Only a few walls away, they could hear the screams of fear, pain, and unbelievable despair more clearly this time:

"No, no, impossible, I clearly—!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The shrill screams stopped abruptly.

All is dead.

Under the shroud of the dim light, everyone looked at each other and saw the same look on each other's faces.

Tense, high-pressure, and lurking thrills.

In fact, in these advanced team books, there are often situations where multiple teams are wiped out at the beginning.

Without people's lives to fill in, it is impossible to figure out the rules of the dungeon.

And the rest of the team had to rely on the poor information they had to find out how to survive waves of attacks.

Of course, the premise is that...we are not the first to be targeted.

The first one to be targeted will undoubtedly die.

This is why, pre-talented anchors will be just what the team needs.

If they have the right talent and a high level, even if our team is targeted first, with luck, they can escape the first wave of crisis even without any information.

It is precisely because of this that the oracle can always sit firmly in the position of the largest guild.

And [Changsheng Building] deserves to be an level team book.

The team book of this difficulty rating level can be directly compared with the S-level, or even the SS-level single-player book. It was only less than half an hour after the first dungeon, and four teams were directly wiped out...

The death rate is simply tingling.

In the next second, the sound of footsteps came from the darkness, stiff and slow, as if the soles of some dragging shoes were rubbing against the ground.

One click, one click, one click.

"Da da da…"

That voice... seemed to be coming directly at them!

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out from behind everyone.

"Don't block it."

Qi Qian gritted his teeth.

He stood up, took two steps back, his eyes were still fixed on the closed glass door in front of him, "It's useless if it's blocked."

After the first bell was heard, other teams must have blocked the gate as well.

The knock on the door just outside proved this.

The anchors who can live to this time have some stock in their backpacks, and it should not be difficult to block a door—however, they also saw it in the end.

Still out.

In other words, blocking the door is useless.

Or should they take a fight with their hands?

No, the risk is high.

The information they have obtained now is correct. There are not only the sound of footsteps outside, but also the boundless darkness. Under such circumstances, reckless behavior is tantamount to suicidal.

Qi Qian gritted his teeth and stared at the bottomless darkness outside.

"Da da da."

Footsteps are approaching.

near.

Soon, through the gray glass, they had vaguely seen a dark shadow, like a human, but not like a human, but definitely coming straight in this direction.

Qi Qian's heart sank, and the last hope of luck was extinguished.

It's really for them.

Unexpectedly, their luck would be so bad this time, and they would become the first targets to be targeted.

no solution anymore.

It seems that now is the time...

Qi Qian turned to look at Su Cheng, and opened his mouth: "..."

Before his voice fell, he saw that the person next to Su Cheng raised his eyes.

Her cheeks were pale, her amber eyes were filled with panic, covered with mist, her lips were tightly pursed, and her voice was fragile and trembling: "How could... why is it us... obviously, the voice just now was still far away Yes, how could this be? Why is it our turn?"

"Do not be afraid,"

Although An Xin on the side couldn't hide his expression, he still fully displayed his gentlemanly demeanor, raising his hand to press his slender shoulder:

"I believe the captain must have a way, at worst, let's fight to the death, I'll protect—"

As he spoke, he felt a little puzzled.

Um? The shoulders under the palm of your hand... don't seem to be as short as expected?

After listening to Wen Jianyan's words, Qi Qian was startled suddenly and fell into deep thought.

Yes, why them?

The first ring came from the direction of room 01, and they were number 04, that is to say, there were two rooms in between, but they heard only one scream.

That is to say, there was a shop directly skipped by the "people", but came straight to them.

Random?

Absolutely impossible.

Irregular death also means unpredictability and certainty, which cannot exist in nightmares.

In other words, the team of a certain animal in room 02 or 03, no matter whether they used the prophet or not, used some method to escape the attack.

They just entered the dungeon just like myself, so it is impossible to use a particularly complicated and difficult way to achieve, then...

Qi Qian seemed to have thought of something suddenly.

He raised his head abruptly, his eyes suddenly fell on the oil lamp on the counter, his pupils shrank suddenly!

It's already pitch black outside, and the door is a glass door, which means that if there are lights in the store, it will be particularly conspicuous!

This thing can not only help them escape from the darkness, but also a target to attract the attention of ghosts!

Damn it, I was almost cheated to death!

"Block the glass door with clothes!!"

Qi Qian pointed to the rows of clothes in the store, and ordered sharply: "Quick! Don't let any light out!!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then instantly understood what Qi Qian meant.

The light attracts ghosts!

Their hairs stood on end immediately. After all, they were already used to crises. They rushed to the shelf neatly and quickly, tore off the clothes from above, and then rushed to the glass door as fast as possible.

"Da da da."

Outside the door, footsteps were getting closer.

Through the gaps between the clothes that have not been completely covered, the gradually enlarged black shadow can be seen.

Head, neck, shoulders.

One is printed on the glass door.

Quick one, quick one!

The few people behind the door could almost hear the beating of their own hearts.

After all, there were a lot of them, and the glass door wasn't that big. Soon, the clothes blocked the whole door.

Behind, nursery rhyme lowered his voice, looking for any possible light, and commanded concisely: "An Xin, turn to the left, yes!"

"Captain, there is still a gap below!"

"Da da."

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

At that moment, everyone subconsciously stopped and held their breath.

Their eyes fell on the clothes that they held up high in front of them, staring at the patterns on them.

It was quiet outside, eerily quiet.

The glass door here cannot be locked from the inside, it can be pushed with a slight push from the outside.

In other words, they were separated from the person outside at the door by a layer of lifted clothes and a trap door that could not be locked.

Cold sweat oozes from the back, the palms become sticky, and the arms that hold the clothes high are also beginning to feel sore.

Please... it must work.

Chapter end