Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 208

In the small shop, only a dim oil lamp was lit.

The light flickered weakly, barely covering a few people inside. Outside the light, there was a boundless darkness.

The girl in the white dress stood where she was, with a calm expression, and the light was printed on her fair side face. Although she never spoke again, she was inexplicably unbelievable.

The members of the dark fire team looked dignified, and Qi Qian frowned, as if thinking about something.

The air was deadly still, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

A few seconds later, he gritted his teeth and seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his eyes to Wen Jianyan and said slowly, "I believe you."

Since at the beginning, he chose to hire the prophecy from No. 34 to enter the dungeon, it also means that Qi Qian has already figured out the possible risks in it.

In the team book, some of them have been firmly bound together and become a community of destiny, and it is too late to repent.

If the two still have doubts about each other, even if they barely survive to the later stage, they will end in a group destruction.

Instead of dawdling, it is better to give it a go.

"team leader?!"

Tong Yao looked at Qi Qian in astonishment, seemingly not understanding why he made such a judgment, and hurriedly said: "But..."

Before she finished speaking, Qi Qian interrupted:

"I've decided."

He shook his attitude resolutely, preventing nursery rhyme from saying the next thing.

Now that the captain had made up his mind, Tong Yao just fell silent, swallowing all his doubts and uneasiness.

Qi Qian stared at Wen Jianyan, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly:

"What are we going to do?"

Wen Jianyan's eyes stayed on Qi Qian for a moment, and then he narrowed his eyes.

As expected of being the vice president of Nightmare's second largest guild, there are more or less two brushes.

People are greedy for ease, and they are often unwilling to face dangers unless they are threatened with their lives, especially Su Cheng's suggestion is so dangerous, according to previous experience, it is almost as good as death.

It can be said that Qi Qian is very courageous to make such a decision without knowing that the lamp oil will run out sooner or later.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Zhang Yu: "When you came in, where did you get the oil lamp?"

Zhang Yu's face was as pale as a dead man now, and was still slightly blue, but he answered Wen Jianyan's question smoothly: "Beside the counter, there is a small copper lamp stand."

According to Zhang Yu's guidance, Wen Jianyan walked to the counter and quickly found the lamp stand he was talking about.

The material is like an oil lamp, and the old and simple copper base is firmly welded to the counter.

Wen Jianyan took the oil lamp from Qi Qian and placed it on the lamp stand.

Through the blackened lampshade, one can see the slightly flickering, steady burning candles inside.

After doing all this, Wen Jianyan turned around and pointed to the dummy he had just stared at.

"The dummy," he said. "Move it to the front, the closer it is to the glass door, the better, but don't exceed the counter, the movement must be small."

Zhang Yu did not participate as a wounded person. Qi Qian and An Xin lifted the dummy together and moved it to the position designated by Wen Jianyan.

After finishing, Qi Qian let go of his hand, took a step back, and looked at the dummy in front of him.

It looked the same as before, stiff, cold, and motionless.

"What about after?"

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan and asked.

Wen Jianyan pointed to the clothes blocking the glass door and said, "Take it off."

This command came without warning, and some people couldn't help but tense up.

"Wait, that is to say, that's all the preparations we have to do?"

Tong Yao couldn't help asking.

You must know that they only did two things from the end: put up oil lamps and move dummy.

Those two things don't seem to have anything to do with each other, and they don't seem to have much of a deterrent effect...is that enough?

Wen Jianyan: "Yes."

Even Qi Qian, who made the decision at the beginning, couldn't help but feel a little bit drummed.

"After removing it, get back behind the counter as soon as possible."

The girl stood behind the counter, her soft face was illuminated by the light, her long black hair was pulled behind her ear, revealing a small white ear.

Her expression was so calm, almost without any emotions, the previous weakness and fear faded away, leaving only a calm like the deep sea.

【Integrity first】Live room:

"Is it my illusion? Boxiang has taken control of the whole situation at once..."

"It's really aura..."

"The broadcast really knows what kind of character to show under what circumstances. Now it is equivalent to someone walking forward in the dark with their eyes blindfolded. No one knows whether the next step will be an abyss. With the way you watch the broadcast now They are all changed, short, powerful, unquestionable, all praying one by one, and do not accept refutation at all."

"Under such circumstances, I don't believe that there are still people who can not be led by him?"

Although there are still doubts, but things have progressed to this point, the broadcasters of the dark fire team can only bite the bullet and drive the ducks to the shelves.

They took a deep breath, raised their hands, and tore off the clothes that had just been stuck together.

The glass is exposed.

Finally, according to Wen Jianyan's instructions, several people hurriedly retreated towards the back of the counter.

There was a dead silence.

The fire in the oil lamp was still burning, emitting faint light continuously.

Some people couldn't help but stare at the glass door.

The bottomless darkness behind the door.

As the thin layer of fabric was torn off, the only means of defense between him and the danger was to be destroyed by their own hands. A strong sense of insecurity struck instantly, making Dirty suddenly jump wildly.

They know how eye-catching and conspicuous their storefront is to the "thing" wandering in the hall at this moment.

Like the only light shining in the dark.

The terrifying attraction is continuously released outward, making those terrifying existences beyond human imagination approach this direction step by step.

The wait became extremely painful at this moment.

Every minute and every second is like dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Da da da…"

Stiff, dull footsteps sounded in the dead silence, slowly walking towards this direction.

In an instant, everyone was suffocated.

coming!

The footsteps were exactly the same as in the memory, and the interval between each step was as measured, hitting the person's body one after another, and the body tensed up almost reflexively.

However, it was different last time.

Although they knew how to stop the sound of footsteps approaching, they couldn't make any moves. They could only wait helplessly for the final moment to come.

"Da da da."

The footsteps are getting closer, getting closer...

Suddenly, the voice stopped in front of the glass door.

next second.

"Ringling."

The small brass bell hanging on the door shook, making a clear and pleasant sound, but it sounded like a death knell.

The door was pushed open.

"call-"

A gust of bone-chilling wind swept in, and a stench of rotting corpses rushed in.

The flame on the copper candlestick jumped suddenly and began to shake violently.

The space behind the counter was not too big, and everyone could only squeeze into it in awkward postures, arm to arm, body to body, and the chaotic dancing sounds were mixed together, and it was almost impossible to tell who came from who.

They could only stare at the direction where the sound came from.

"Da da da."

Footsteps sounded again.

Something walked in, but they didn't see anything.

All that followed was the darkness that poured into his shop from outside the door.

"Chi Chi!"

The light of the oil lamp danced more violently, as if burning to the extreme under some strange power, but the jump of light could not dispel the deeper black at all. On the contrary, although it was dim just now, it was still able to notice The light that filled the room, the area that could have been illuminated, was forcefully forced less and less, closer and closer.

Da da da.

In the boundless darkness, the only thing that can be heard is the constant, slowly approaching footsteps.

It's getting clearer and louder.

In the end, it was almost like ringing close to the ear.

The footsteps stopped.

Park at the front of the store, closest to the counter.

The rancid smell was too heavy to breathe.

too dark.

Like viscous ink falling into the water, the oil lamp is still burning, but the visual image has lost its function.

Even if they can't see anything, they are still very clear... "it" is standing in front of the counter, only a few steps away from them.

The jump speeds up, the pupils dilate, and the sweat glands secrete.

Primal fear spreads in the air.

Swish, Swish.

A thin rubbing sound rang in my ears.

The human brain is stimulated to the extreme at this moment, and countless weird and terrifying pictures are imagined.

Swish, Swish.

For the broadcasters, there is no moment more tormented than now. Some senses have lost the meaning of existence, as if they are experiencing a boundless fall, with a heavy boulder on their chest, so heavy that they can't breathe at all.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded again, and everyone was shocked!

The alarm rings in the ear, but the body is restrained by reason, and the current situation can only be judged by hearing—

The sound of footsteps... seems to be... walking outside.

Stiff, dull, and slow, he walked towards the door step by step.

"Ringling."

The crisp copper bell rang again.

It seems that the glass door has been opened again.

The light of the frantically jumping oil lamps gradually stabilized, the ink-like darkness dissipated from the shop little by little, and the lingering smell gradually faded...

Soon, dim light from oil lamps filled the room, and everyone regained their vision.

The glass door was closed, and the copper bell on the door was still shaking slightly.

There was no one in the huge store.

No one died.

At this moment, the sound of tight breathing finally came out, and the few people stood there dumbfounded, panting violently, almost feeling like they were alive after a catastrophe.

…it's over?

Qi Qian's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He raised his eyes and looked around slowly.

The shop in front of him seemed to be the same just now, the only difference... Qi Qian was slightly taken aback, his eyes fell on the dummy who had just been moved in front of the shop.

The dummy is empty.

The clothes were taken away by someone, leaving only a pale and hard plastic body.

And on the ground in front of the dummy, there was a string of dark footprints, like rotting corpse water, extending in from outside the door, exuding a faint, foul smell.

"Captain, look!"

The exclamation of nursery rhymes came from the side.

Qi Qian turned to look.

In the meantime, Tong Yao stretched out her hand, picked up something from the counter, and handed it to Qi Qian.

The piece of paper money that was burned to death was exactly the same as the ghost coin obtained from another corpse earlier, and there was still rotten black water on it.

Wen Jianyan who was at the side let out a breath slowly and imperceptibly, the fingers hanging by his side relaxed slightly, his palms were cold and wet.

His guess was right.

The simpler the mechanism, the easier it is to be overlooked.

This building is full of shops, and according to the security guard, some of them have new employees, so, as employees, they have to run the store.

Lighting an oil lamp means opening the door to do business, and then "customers" will come to the door, leave ghost coins, and take away the goods.

If you refuse, you will die.

Live by following the rules.

Blocking the light only postpones what really needs to be done.

The moment he saw Mingbi, Qi Qian was startled suddenly, his eyes widened slightly.

At that moment, he connected the clues together and figured out the context.

…I see.

As broadcasters, they are too accustomed to responding to waves of attacking ghosts. No matter whether they use props or talents, they can survive as long as they repel the attacks.

This kind of experience orientation made them fall into a state of darkness under the lights.

There was a strange gleam in Qi Qian's eyes, and he turned to Su Chengwen and Jianyan who were at the side.

Fortunately, someone woke them up from this blind state so quickly, otherwise, the end would be unimaginable.

After personally experiencing it once, Qi Qian seemed to have vaguely realized why the No. 34 would call his teammates "the strongest prophecy".

Wen Jianyan felt Qi Qian's gaze, but he didn't return.

Although the npc gave few hints, there is a lot of information through the mechanism in the entire [Prosperity Building] instance.

No matter the key that can open the door of the store, the oil lamp placed on the counter, or the human leather clothing hidden among countless ordinary clothes, they all send out the same message.

Death is inevitable when darkness comes, but the only lamp oil that can dispel darkness is limited and cannot be replenished. In fact, the copy tells them in another language:

If you don't do anything, you will wait to die, there is no way out.

The chain of logic is simple and clear, and, to be honest, not difficult to guess.

On the contrary, the habitual consciousness of senior broadcasters will prevent them from thinking in this direction.

However, even so, Wen Jianyan also believes that it won't be long before the other streaming teams should also realize this—

When, maybe after sacrificing a few teams, or spending a few talent times.

When the Lianhuo team had no time to concentrate on thinking, Wen Jianyan came to this inference in advance, and someone took a step ahead, skipping some steps in the middle without explaining it, and tied the so-called "prophecy" together tightly. .

In this way, after everything is over, people's thinking inertia will make them believe—

All this is due to prophecy.

After the crisis dissipated, except for Su Chengwen Jianyan, several people left the too narrow counter one after another.

Wen Jianyan turned around and hooked his hand towards Su Cheng.

Su Cheng's face turned pale. Although he remained calm, he hadn't recovered from the depressed state just now.

"Why, what?"

Wen Jianyan leaned into his ear and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"ah?"

Su Cheng froze for a moment: "Why?"

"Just in case." Wen Jianyan raised his hand and patted Su Cheng's shoulder, "Anyway, just do as I tell you."

Su Cheng: "..."

Alas, forget it, my teammates are also old riddlers, just get used to it.

The two walked out of the counter one after the other.

"I really can..."

Tong Yao glanced out of the door in shock, her astonishment still remained on her face.

She turned to Su Cheng and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned your prophecy just now."

At this moment, An Xin moved closer to Wen Jianyan's side again, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Speaking of which, Wen Wen, you are amazing."

The white-clothed girl hung her head slightly, and the aura that had just calmed down enough to shock the audience seemed to have vanished in an instant. She pursed her lips in embarrassment, and whispered in a weak voice:

"No la…"

"No no, don't be humble."

An Xin's eyes flickered with strange light.

He always thought that Fang was just an exceptionally beautiful beauty who attracted people's pity, even with what Zhang Yu said to him earlier, An Xin also didn't care. After all, as a powerful and rare offensive talent, An Xin was more or less arrogant.

That is, how strong can it be?

However, just now, when he saw Fang really activate his talent and take control of everything, An Xin had a feeling of lightening up for the first time.

That feeling is refined, probably...

Wow, spicy!

So, after all the dust settled, An Xin began to tease girls secretly.

On the side, while several people were talking to each other, Zhang Yu stood at the counter, looking down at the oil lamp in front of him.

I don't know how to sleep well...

Compared with the beginning, the light always feels a lot darker.

He lowered himself, gently opened the lampshade of the oil lamp, and looked inside.

In the next second, Zhang Yu's breath was suffocated.

In the small container in the center of the oil lamp, there is only a very small piece of lamp oil left at some point.

Reminiscent of the excessively violent burning of the oil lamp when the "customer" entered just now...

Zhang Yu's stomach tightened immediately.

Does receiving customers also consume lamp oil? !

Just as he was meditating, the fire in front of him suddenly jumped up again! !

The flame exploded and shook violently in front of Zhang Yu. It was almost the same as the previous two times, that is to say...

Crunch, crunch.

Something strange sounded in the silence.

Zhang Yu seemed to have suddenly realized something, he lifted it up suddenly, and looked in front of him in horror——

Crunch, crunch.

The pale dummy slowly turned its head, and the sunken eye sockets "looked" at Qi Qian who was closest to him.

Without the cover of clothes, it seems to have lost its restraint.

The dummy "live" without warning.

Crunch, crunch.

It slowly stretched out its hand towards the ignorant Qi Qian—

"Captain, little!" Zhang Yu exclaimed in shock.

At this time, Qi Qian looked down at the coin in his hand, as if he was thinking about something. He was startled when he heard Zhang Yu's words, and lifted it subconsciously.

In the next second, a sudden change occurred!

Su Cheng didn't know when he came to the glass door, and quickly opened the door: "Now!"

The whistling wind suddenly poured into it.

From behind, came the girl's soft but sharp voice:

"Step aside!"

Qi Qian turned sideways subconsciously as the instincts trained in multiple copies were activated—

In the next second, the plastic doll rubbed against his side and was kicked out fiercely!

Su Cheng closed the door quickly again.

The wind disappeared.

Under someone's dumbfounded gaze, the girl gently withdrew one of her thin white legs, and even adjusted the hem of her skirt, regaining her weak and harmless appearance.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room was also stunned by this series of operations like flowing water:

"I'll go, so that's why Bo asked these people to carry the dummy to the door!"

"No wonder, I just said, why do we need to make an unnecessary move, isn't it almost the same to let customers come in and pick up the goods..."

"Damn, this guy found out that there was something wrong with the dummy, and guessed that something might happen after the human leather jacket was taken away, so they were waiting for it here."

"I'm laughing so hard, I even had time to activate a prop just now, didn't you notice that he kicked this thing extra far?"

"Damn! I returned the props... what a loss!"

outside the door.

The plastic puppet twisted its body, stood up slowly, and twisted amidst the creaking sound. The blank face was facing the people inside the door. The strange appearance made people feel frightened.

The darkness outside doesn't seem to hinder it.

It moved its stiff legs and slammed into the door one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The glass door was knocked and slid inward, Su Cheng barely blocked it, and was almost knocked down by force: "Come help!"

"Quick! Props! Block the door!" Qi Qian reacted quickly.

For "customers" who want to enter the store, the rules of [Prosperity Building] make them unstoppable, but the dummy is different! It can completely be blocked by props and manpower!

Soon, the glass door was tightly sealed by various props.

Although the sound of banging on the door was still ringing, it was unable to break through the defense of the glass door.

A dull crash sounded from outside.

But, at least the wave is over.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhang Yu's extremely stiff voice came from behind: "Hello..."

Several people turned around and looked behind.

Zhang Yu held the oil lamp in one hand, and his face was extremely ugly:

"Look..."

He showed everyone the inside of the oil lamp.

After the patronage of the "customers", there was not much lamp oil left, and at this moment it decreased even more sharply, and now only a thin layer is left.

That is to say, it will only burn for a few minutes at most before the lights will go out.

And darkness also means that there is no precondition, something that cannot be changed...

die.

Everyone's faces became equally ugly.

how so?

Then the entire [Changsheng Building] is facing an absolutely doomed situation!

When someone is sinking to the bottom of the valley.

Suddenly, a crisp phone ringing broke the dead silence.

"Ring ring ring!"

The voice was particularly abrupt in the darkness, and some people trembled and looked over subconsciously.

That…

The desk phone on the counter looked very old and covered with dust. No one thought it would actually ring.

but. Now is the time not to hesitate.

Qi Qian strode forward and raised his hand to answer the phone.

"Sand... rustle..."

A strange electrical sound came from the microphone.

A stiff and strange human voice sounded, distorted by the electric current, and said word by word:

"Congratulations on your achievement."

Performance...?

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback.

A picture flashed through my mind.

The gray lobby patio, the real height cannot be seen from the top, as if the high floors extend infinitely upwards

He suddenly realized... For some broadcasting teams, the keys they drew were all on the first floor.

But Changsheng Building has more than one floor.

The stiff voice continued:

"Do you want to open the road to the second floor?"

Chapter end