Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 225

Chapter 225

The moment Wu Zhu's voice fell, Wen Jianyan took a sharp breath, and suddenly broke out of the semi-chaotic, almost dying state.

[Prosperity Building] In this copy, falling into darkness is a must at the rule level.

Although Wen Jianyan dragged the mirror shards at the last moment, in fact, he really walked through the gate of **** this time, alive or alive, it was the extreme fear of death, but it was not obliterated physically and psychologically.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrunk to the size of thin pinpoints, and he stared at the void, as if he had nowhere to go.

His mind was empty, the cold air still remained on his skin, the touch from death was clear and real, and the intense pain brought by the boundless darkness strangled his throat, causing his throat to scream like drowning.

Wu Zhu frowned.

In the palm of his hand, Dui's waist was trembling, his skin lost its human temperature, but was closer to his cold body temperature.

He is used to this guy's scheming and vicious appearance. Even if he strangles his throat and binds his limbs, his eyes are full of lively desire to survive. Now seeing his empty eyes and intense stress, Wu Zhu unexpectedly Feeling a little weird.

He frowned, letting go of the weird feeling in his heart.

It's strange to say that since the last time he fused with that fragment, Wu Zhu always felt a little strange to the present self, as if he had a lot of emotions that shouldn't belong to him.

Usually, he would not have any fluctuations.

Perhaps the fragment should be sealed back.

While Wu Zhu was contemplating, the young man in front of him suddenly bounced violently, like a lively fish, flailing his limbs, punching and kicking, struggling violently.

As a result, Wu Zhu, who was closest to him, became a victim and suffered several blows abruptly.

Although it didn't hurt, Wu Zhu's forehead couldn't help but twitch.

He raised his hand and expertly tied him up.

The strange feeling disappeared.

It is probably an illusion.

Wen Jianyan struggled, but found that he couldn't move, and finally calmed down.

His chest heaved rapidly, his pupils gradually returned to normal, and his eyes gradually became rational and radiant.

The stress and fragility just now seemed to be just a disguise, they disappeared in an instant, and were deeply hidden.

What just happened?

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on Wu Zhu, and it seemed that it took him two seconds to recall his identity.

After realizing this point, the previous memory came back quickly.

The female corpse in red, the TV, the world inside the mirror...

Yes, he got stuck in the curse transfer bug, and used the difference in numbers to hold back the gaze of the head, creating an opportunity for his teammates in the mirror world, and lifted the curse. Yes, he was about to return to the mirror world, and when his teammates brought him out, the oil lamp It was suddenly blown out.

Wen Jianyan's expression darkened slightly.

Even without the lampshade, he didn't think that the oil lamp in the dungeon would be blown out so easily, not to mention that the doors and windows in the store were closed at that time, and the gust of wind had nowhere to come. Then, there is only one possibility.

The question is, how does the other side do it?

Wen Jianyan recalled the fragmentary clues he had inquired about before entering the dungeon, so he couldn't help showing a little thoughtful expression.

Suddenly, he seemed to suddenly realize something, suddenly raised his head, and looked towards Wu Zhu:

"Wait, where's An Xin?"

Wu Zhu raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the young man in front of him.

"It's the anchor who was walking with me, is he alive?"

Wen Jianyan asked eagerly.

After the lights are turned off, the law of death in darkness must be triggered indiscriminately, and the same should be true for An Xin. If he is left in a dark shop, he will definitely die.

After Qi Qian's temporary "death", An Xin became the only combat member left in the entire team. If he later clashed with other teams, his talent would be a great deterrent. If he died in this operation, they would I'm afraid the team's vitality will be seriously damaged.

Wu Zhu still had the same indifferent expression, his pupils showed a metallic texture and luster, and he stared at him without any emotion, with a primitive sense of inhumanity hidden in his eyes.

It's the same as ever.

"Without An Xin, there would be only three and a half of our teammates left, one with overdrawn talents, one who is cursed and gasping for breath after taking two steps, and one prophet who has no combat power," Wen Jianyan said. "He's gone, I'm afraid the next dungeon will be very difficult."

He looked at the man in front of him, very earnestly, and said sincerely:

"But didn't you want me to clear this dungeon?"

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Zhu finally showed mercy and said indifferently, "He's fine."

It's not because of his kindness, it's just that the fragments of the mirror fell to the ground, and the indiscriminate protection mechanism was activated. An Xin happened to be nearby, so he was directly dragged here, and Xiao Ming fell into Wu Zhu's hands without any surprise. He was tightly bound by the darkness, and now he is still in a state of dying.

It was even worse that he almost died just now.

But now there is a high probability that he survived.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, it's so hard to deal with.

Especially when this guy holds powerful power and is unconscious of his own thoughts and desires... If he is not a person who is used to observing words and expressions, and responds quickly and sharply, he may guess that some unknown thunder in the zone.

After hearing that An Xin was fine, Wen Jianyan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

He leaned back a little weakly, and the darkness behind him supported him firmly, preventing him from falling.

Since he reached the so-called "agreement" with Wu Zhu, this place will no longer pose a threat to his life for the time being. Compared with the interior of the Changsheng Building, it is simply a resort.

After dealing with so many weird and terrifying corpses, even Wu Zhu's expressionless stinky face seemed a lot more friendly.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan rarely smiled sincerely at Wu Zhu: "Thank you."

For some reason, Wu Zhu's face turned ugly.

"You should go." He said coldly.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Damn, this idiot is so difficult to coax, he is simply moody and unpredictable, and even he is a little tricky to deal with.

However, Wu Zhu was right on this point.

The longer he stays here, the longer Su Cheng and the others stay in the mirror world. They don't have a red comb in their hands, so they don't have any way to leave the mirror. The female corpse that may move at any time, the longer it drags on, the higher the possibility of danger.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"By the way," Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something, "The task you gave me is to clear this dungeon, but here is a time-limited dungeon. Those who can pass the level, I think, what you want to get, or what you want to accomplish, should you be able to have it smoothly after 12 hours on the first floor... Can you give me a floor range?"

Wu Zhu turned his head to look at him, his eyes suddenly paused, and then moved down.

At this time, Wen Jianyan noticed that his appearance had disappeared, but his clothes were still there.

The slender figure of the adult male stretched the clothes abruptly, and the fabric that could have covered the knees now lifted the middle of the thighs.

Even though Wen Jianyan thought he was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he couldn't help it now.

Although he chose it himself,…

It's really not elegant.

Wu Zhu's eyes fell on him.

There was a gloomy glint in those golden, animal-like pupils, which made Wen Jianyan's hairs stand on end suddenly, giving him a particularly dangerous premonition.

He took a step back subconsciously, and couldn't help speeding up his speech:

"However, I think it's better for me to find the answer to this question myself. After all, you can rest assured of my ability, so I won't bother you to answer it."

After the endless, scalp-numbing long silence, Wu Zhu finally spat out two words:

"Fifth floor."

Wen Jianyan returned to the shop with the relit oil lamp.

There was a dead silence in the store, and the faint light illuminated the narrow row of shelves and reflected on the TV screen, giving people an extraordinarily gloomy feeling.

An Xin curled up on the ground like a shrimp, his face was blue, his pupils constricted, he was sweating profusely, trembling like stress, his speed of recovering from the danger was almost several times faster than that of Wen Jianyan—after all, he The time spent in the "death" state was also longer, and the number of times he was away from the gate of **** was several times more than that of Wen Jianyan.

After a long time, his eyes gradually returned to sanity, and his expression was in a trance and fear.

"Why, what's going on?"

An Xin's eyes reflected the dim light of the burning oil lamp, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if swallowing hot sand, and the original line could hardly be heard:

"Just now, it wasn't..."

"Yes, the light is off," Wen Jianyan said, "I turned it on as fast as possible. Don't worry, it's fine for now."

He comforted him gently, patted his back with his hands, the matter passed by, and he didn't say a word about the few minutes that disappeared inexplicably.

An Xin's breathing was messy and rapid, as if he hadn't recovered from the fear of death and darkness: "I thought, I thought, I was really going to die..."

"Me too."

Wen Jianyan replied.

His answer was unadulterated, and even now, he still has lingering fears when he thinks about those few seconds in the dark.

"It's because we have to move faster," Wen Jianyan said, "Although the remaining lamp oil can still last, it is best to join the big army. The number of oil lamps in their hands can ensure that we will not return to that darkness again. .”

"You, you're right," An Xin gritted his teeth, stood up on the ground with a straight face, "We really have to leave quickly."

The time in the darkness is useless to count. He felt as if he had been there for a whole century, and the terror spread endlessly. He really didn't want to experience that cold, dying feeling again, even though his legs were still limp. Yes, An Xin still forced himself to stand up, stumbled behind Wen Jianyan, and walked towards the warehouse with him.

Wen Jianyan walked forward quickly, with a glimmer of light reflected in his slightly squinted eyes, and his expression became extraordinarily serious.

...on the fifth floor?

Chapter end