Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 223

Chapter 223

"Walk."

After making all the preparations, Wen Jianyan ordered.

An Xin followed closely behind Wen Jianyan, ignoring everything, and walked forward in the dark.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the steps under his feet became slow and procrastinated because of this, and he walked forward step by step, feeling agitated in his heart.

He really didn't know what Wen Jianyan was going to do now.

According to An Xin, they are now at the end of the road.

The condition of "opening your eyes and dying" is really too harsh, even if the female corpse stopped moving, the condition did not improve in the slightest.

This kind of despair is not only for "copies", but also for anchors like them.

Qi Qian is the captain. He is the anchor with the deepest qualifications and the most experience among them. He also has the most behind him and props. He is responsible for coordinating and planning at critical moments. However, he is temporarily dead and has not returned to the team. Their entire team It's like being taken away from the backbone.

As a psychic nursery rhyme, the oil lamp has dried up in the use of talent, and there is no support for even the last display.

Zhang Yu, who is bold and cautious, can resist, but accidentally got cursed on the first floor, and his condition is deteriorating. Although he tries his best to hide it now, An Xin knows that he can still walk now, which is the result of holding on.

As for An Xin himself, although he has an offensive talent, his eyes are sealed, cutting off the possibility of using the talent.

Even if it is possible, what impact will it have on the overall situation?

None of the "corpses" were killed, at most they could only be repulsed temporarily, and his talent was expensive to activate, so it was impossible to use it endlessly.

In the dungeon, An Xin felt such deep despair and frustration for the first time.

And at this moment, Wen Jianyan stepped in abruptly, becoming the control field that dominated everything.

Others can only obey orders.

The backbone that disappeared with Qi Qian's death was filled, controlled, and replaced by Wen Jianyan.

Almost like... a born captain.

Although his eyes were tightly closed, An Xin still had a rough idea of ​​his current direction.

The other party seems to be walking in the direction of iron now.

"That..." An Xin's throat tightened, his voice was a little out of tune, and he tried to say something.

Wen Jianyan leaned on the wall and held the lamp oil tray, and cut him straight:

"Quicken your pace, let's go."

The original soft and timid tone disappeared without knowing when, it was short, tough, and unquestionable, as if he was born to control the field, making people unconsciously follow all his instructions.

Behind them, there was the sound of rolling heads, as if they were chasing them, An Xin didn't dare to breathe, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace again:

"In the fast one!"

An Xin hastily complied.

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes, paused her steps, tilted her head slightly, as if she was listening to something.

That's right.

There are two heads chasing after.

However, perhaps because the female corpses are now in a temporary cooling-off period, their rolling speed is not as fast as before.

However, the "slowness" that seems to have no effect on the situation now is enough for Wen Jianyan:

"Open your eyes, don't look back, run into the warehouse."

The moment his voice fell, the two of them opened their eyes at the same time, and under the guidance of the faint light of the small oil lamp, they ran straight towards the warehouse!

Gululu, Gululu.

The two dead men's heads followed closely behind, chasing closely, as long as they slowed down, or the female corpse started to move again, Wen Jianyan had no doubt that they would immediately return to their previous terrifying state, flexible, fast, creating Any machine that can look at them.

keep running!

An Xin didn't dare to breathe, and followed Wen Jianyan closely, and rushed directly into the dark warehouse.

The long-lost opening of his eyes did not make him feel peaceful and relaxed. On the contrary, it created a stronger sense of tension and oppression. His neck was stiff and he did not dare to twist his surroundings even once, for fear that he would suddenly appear in his line of sight. A pair of gray and cloudy eyes took his life without warning.

He only dared to stare straight ahead.

The girl in white was running in front of him, a faint light was shining from the lamp oil pan in the middle, her back was so straight without hesitation, she was not at all confused.

Not far ahead, there appeared the scarlet dressing table with mottled paint, standing quietly in the darkness, it looked particularly abrupt.

A bronze mirror stood on top of it, and the blurry mirror surface reflected a faint light.

An Xin was taken aback.

Wait, what are they doing here, don't they...?

Before he could sort out his "chaotic" thoughts, Wen Jianyan stuffed the lamp oil pan into his pocket, breathing heavily, "Take it."

Gululu.

There was the sound of heads rolling from behind.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that... the speed seems to be faster than before.

Wen Jianyan took a big step and sat down straight in front of the bronze mirror.

Gululu, Gululu.

No matter how fast they ran just now, the space of the store is limited, and the distance just opened will be shortened easily in almost no time.

The sound of human heads rolling followed in a hurry, as if it was coming from the back of the scalp, getting closer and clearer, which made An Xin's back feel cold and his hair stood on end.

Oops, I have to chase after you!

However, Wen Jianyan didn't seem to be affected at all. He took out the red comb from his pocket and began to comb his hair. During the whole process, his fingers didn't even tremble at all, and they moved steadily. It's shocking.

One click, one click, one click.

An Xin's heart had reached his throat, the sound of blood rushing against his eardrums made a buzzing sound, his palms were sweating, and with the help of the faint oil lamp, he could even see in the bronze mirror that Gradually zooming in, faster and closer, the two heads are chasing after them like a **** of death chasing after their souls!

Gululu.

Something cold and soft touched his foot.

In an instant, the temperature plummeted.

In that instant, An Xin felt as if he had been cursed, his neck "cracked" and he lowered uncontrollably. He tried hard to close his eyes, but his eyelids were completely uncontrollable and could not be closed at all. .

He slowly lowered his head and looked towards his feet.

over.

At that moment, An Xin seemed to realize something.

In this dungeon, absolutely don't let these corpses touch you—on the first floor, just a touch, and a blue-black mark will appear on Zhang Yu's skin, and the same is obviously true on the second floor.

These human heads are not just trying to look at humans, if they touch these human heads, they will forcefully open their eyes and look in their direction.

An Xin guessed that it might be the act of "opening eyes" between him and Wen Wen that triggered this mechanism, allowing these heads to locate themselves.

Just now, when the heads fell off the shelf and rolled straight in this direction, all of them closed their eyes quickly, so those heads were not "positioned" to the existence of human beings.

Or, simply because the world inside the mirror is weird and dangerous, the curse will only intensify over time.

However, everything does not matter.

An Xin heard the creaking sound of his neck, and his head sank one by one.

The unprotected eyeball is stimulated by the air, and a moist tear film emerges.

In his blurred vision, he could already vaguely see the hair scattered like weeds, the bluish-white rotting skin covered with corpse spots, and...

His feet were cold and his mind was blank.

Death was so close that he could almost smell his own rotting corpse.

Suddenly, everything stopped abruptly.

—The human head disappeared, the sound of Gululu turning disappeared, and the force pressing the head also disappeared.

An Xin's face was pale, and he was dripping with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

He subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Behind them is a large open warehouse, with shelves full of TVs and radios on the front—they came back, left the world in the mirror, and returned to the real store.

No one knew how close he was to complete death just now.

The same, in the store.

Su Cheng and Zhang Yu stood still, with their eyes closed, they could only use their sense of hearing to capture what happened on the surface. They heard the sound of footsteps and rolling heads—

In the end, everything disappears.

The heads that were chasing the other two did not roll back, and there was only the sound of the two heads rolling in my ears, and the sound of rubbing against each other was very disturbing.

Is... over?

what just happened What's next? What is Wen Jianyan's plan?

Questions popped up in my mind, but none of them were answered.

They could only stand straight in place, waiting in agony.

— Waiting for the opportunity that the other party said to arrive.

Wen Jianyan put the red comb back into the bag, quickly got up from the chair, and moved away from the dressing table.

He tugged at An Xin who was still in a daze:

"Go, hurry up."

An Xin took a deep breath, turned pale and nodded, quickly adjusted his state, then chased Wen Jianyan, and walked forward with him, one after the other.

"Me, what shall we do next?"

He had just narrowly escaped death, and his voice was a little too weak.

"Put the lamp tray on the counter and come back."

Although An Xin was puzzled, he still followed Wen Jianyan's instructions.

"Then what?"

"The last step." Wen Jianyan's complexion was no better than that of An Xin's, but his voice was still calm, and he raised his chin, "Watching TV."

The moment his voice fell, there was only the sound of "sizzling" electricity, and the two TVs in front of him turned on without warning.

On the screen of the television flickering with snowflakes, the back of a familiar female corpse appeared.

As the two watched, it began to move again.

The female corpse in red walked back step by step with stiff steps.

An Xin was in a daze, and suddenly, as if blessed to his heart, he suddenly realized what Wen Jianyan was doing now—

I see!

The two of them left the world in the mirror, and without the gaze of humans, the two heads would lose their target and stop moving. Then, in the world inside the mirror, there would only be two heads still casting the curse.

And the two of them left the mirror world, came to reality, and then entered the shop to activate the curse from the inside.

The heads and TVs on the shelves correspond to each other.

When the two of them watch the TV from the bottom, they will become "watching". With the transfer of the curse, the expression of the curse will change from "rolling head" to "female corpse walking backwards away from the TV", Those human heads will no longer be the bearer of the curse of "Eye is death", but will return to their original form.

Wen Jianyan stuck a bug abruptly, changed the direction of the curse, and created extremely precious time for the most important action—finding the source of the curse.

In other words...there are no curses in the mirror world store now!

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, switched on the phone, and sent a message:

【Now】

In the mirror world.

The shop was dead silent.

Su Cheng tightly clutched the phone, his palms were sweating, and Wen Jianyan's last words echoed in his mind - "When the phone rings, open your eyes."

right here...

"Buzz".

The machine vibrates.

The second floor enters the stairwell on the third floor.

The faint light shines through the oil lamp, illuminating the small space.

A team is upstairs.

The dull footsteps echoed.

Suddenly, Mu Sen, who was walking in the middle of the line, was startled, as if he had caught some slight sound, he lowered his head, and subconsciously groped for the pocket at his waist.

"click"

There was a soft, extremely crisp cracking sound.

At that moment, his face suddenly changed drastically, he opened the bag abruptly, and searched eagerly inside.

Soon, a small wooden sign appeared in Mu Sen's palm.

His eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes: "Wait, how could-"

Under his horrified gaze, a thin crack slowly appeared from the pitch-black and scarlet center, one after another, the gap gradually widened—

"Crack."

"No, no, no, no... no, no, no!"

Mu Sen murmured in a low voice, with bloodshot eyes appearing in his eyeballs, looking like a ghost, "Impossible, impossible!"

"Go on, go forward, one on the left!"

The blindfolded nursery rhyme moved forward under the guidance.

"right!"

"Yes, it's here, that's right!"

The red "red" arrow symbolizing guidance danced in the air, pointing downward, and the nursery rhyme fell slowly, grasping the props below with precision.

The familiar system announcement sounded.

【Ding! Congratulations to the streamer for obtaining the hidden props in the dungeon (difficult)! 】

[Collect degree 1/? 】

"Crack."

Another sound.

Sawdust burst out, and the cracks gradually widened, almost to the point where there was nothing to ignore.

Not far away, Tangerine Tang stopped, turned around with great interest, and looked at Mu Sen's current expression.

Looking at the disintegrating wooden sign in his palm, Mu Sen clenched his teeth and twisted his mind.

"No...absolutely, absolutely not!"

He lifted up, bit his index finger, and a drop of bright red blood with a strong fishy smell slowly seeped out from the wound, condensing into drops one by one.

Along with the coagulation of blood, Mu Sen's index finger began to change color and deformed, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

tick.

Blood fell on the wooden sign.

The blood was like a "liquid" liquid, and it seemed to be made of countless small scarlet worms. The moment it came into contact with the wooden sign, it immediately seeped into it and spread densely, as if trying to heal the wooden sign. Gradually cracked texture.

"Struggling to death, you still want to break my card...?" Mu Sen stared at the wooden card, his eyes almost protruding, and said through gritted teeth, "Why don't you just let me die?"

inside the shop.

As the source of the curse was obtained, the TV set immediately lost the ability to spread the curse, like the second radio, it immediately stopped shipping and became a seemingly harmless commodity again.

Wen Jian was speechless.

An Xin stood aside, patted and supported his back, looking a little complicated.

After all, no one would have thought that the awesome player who was still in absolute control of the field just now, and even cleverly used the dungeon rules to use the bug to freeze and curse, would be scared like a new player after everything was over Got to vomit.

Should I be bold or timid...

Wen Jianyan wiped the corners of his mouth listlessly, and straightened up: "Let's go, let's go..."

Next, as long as Su Cheng, Tong Yao, and Zhang Yu are brought back in the same way, they will complete the mission on the second floor and can go to the third floor.

"You're all right?" An Xin confirmed worriedly.

Wen Jianyan with a pale face, nodded:

"of…"

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback.

He seemed to feel a little uneasy, and raised his head.

Logically speaking, everything should have been resolved, but... for some reason, Wen Jianyan suddenly had a weird feeling.

He carefully recalled all the past in his heart.

Indeed, no clues were missed.

Wen Jianyan frowned suspiciously.

Strange... what's going on?

Is it just an illusion?

"What?" An Xin who was on the side noticed his strangeness and asked.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, shook his head, and replied:

"…nothing."

He turned around, took a step, and continued to walk towards the warehouse: "Let's go, we don't have much lamp oil, it's best to talk to them as soon as possible—

Wen Jianyan hadn't finished speaking when the flames of the lamp oil pan suddenly jumped twice in his hand.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at it suspiciously.

next second.

In the shop with closed windows on all sides, there was a gust of cold wind without warning, without source, without reason, like a breath blowing in the ear, cold and gloomy, as if it came from the underworld.

call.

Wen Jianyan realized something was wrong, her eyes widened in horror, and she hurriedly raised—

The fragile wick jumped twice before his eyes, and...

off.

Chapter end