Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 228

Chapter 18

hours ago.

The dark fire team went up to the third floor, and was ambushed immediately before the strange and inexplicable voice behind them dissipated.

There were pursuers behind and interceptions ahead, and they were caught off guard.

In such a critical situation, no one dared to hold back, and all the talents that could be used were activated, and the anchors who had exhausted their talents could only be forced to take out the props at the bottom of the box under strong pressure. Scalp and opposite dead top.

Caught off guard, close combat.

The cold air was stirred, and the air was filled with strange phantasms. The props from other dungeons gave out "hee hee hee" strange smiles, and an invisible curse was emitted.

It has to be said that the members of the dark fire team are indeed experienced and senior anchors.

Even though Qi Qian hasn't returned yet, and Zhang Yu is still in a coma, but with a nursery rhyme whose use times have been exhausted, and An Xin, who is a pvp killer, relying on his own prop reserve, as well as the past and other anchors With their experience in fighting, they really resisted the orange sugar team's static braking and pre-emptive attack.

However, the price they paid was huge, but within a few tens of seconds, several epic items were all consumed.

If you continue to fight like this, it will be difficult to parry sooner or later.

"Props, use them immediately." Wen Jianyan's deliberately low voice sounded in Su Cheng's ear, "1, 3, 7."

Su Cheng was stunned, and realized in an instant.

You know, before entering the dungeon, Wen Jianyan bought a lot of odd props for him. Those props have strange functions and strange usages. Su Cheng can't think of it. The accumulated flowers are here, and he even suspects that the other party's habit of consumerism is the cause, and it's itchy to not spend money.

Could it be that…

However, now is not the time to think wildly.

Su Cheng's actions were far faster than his brain. He habitually followed Wen Jianyan's instructions, and activated the three items he pointed out one after another with the fastest speed.

In the next second, an invisible cloud of smoke suddenly dissipated, engulfing everyone in an instant. Whether it was the enemy or one's own side, the line of sight was temporarily restricted.

The other party's nervous and hurried voice came from the ear:

"Now, let's run!"

At the same time, the moment Jutang saw the smoke, he immediately understood the opponent's plan.

"Want to run?"

One of the team members sneered, apparently already prepared for this.

I don't know what props he activated, but almost in the blink of an eye, the dense smoke that covered his eyes just now dissipated at an unstoppable speed, and in just a short moment, all the figures of the opposing team appeared again.

"Run, it doesn't matter," Orange Tang shrugged and ordered, "It's enough to **** the prophet."

From the beginning, she didn't plan to kill the opponent, otherwise, the moment the team stepped up to the third floor, she would not greet the opponent politely, so that the opponent was prepared, but shot directly.

After all, the opponent is not only understaffed, not in good condition, but also caught up by something in a panic, and his vigilance has been lowered. In this case, Jutang can have more than ten methods to make the opposite personnel directly fold If you are lucky, you can even cut the opponent's battle by more than half.

She didn't do it because she didn't want to.

On the upper floor, the opposite side had the opportunity to encircle and ambush them, but they gave up, and did not reduce their manpower before they could stand firmly on the floor.

Although Tangerine is insane, she always hates being indebted to others.

Since the other side let them go last time, she will do the same this time.

Before the action, Mu Sen's remarks about "the enemy will not be eliminated will cause endless troubles", all of which were selectively forgotten by Jutang.

The team members around had no objection, nodded, and immediately took action.

As members of the Orange Sugar Squad, although they have long been used to obeying each other's unreasonable demands, after hearing this order, some of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You know, the difficulty of this dungeon is not low.

Although I have only experienced two floors, everyone has realized that [Changsheng Building] is almost different from the teams I have participated in in the past, and even the first floor has begun to break down. I don't know what will happen again later. Instead of fighting for the last person here and on the opposite side, let's stop here and see a good result.

Tangerine Tang opened a small metal box. Inside the box lay a shriveled and rotten severed finger. The skin on the finger was shriveled, with disgusting white hair and black, sharp nails.

Under everyone's gaze, the finger slowly stretched out and pointed in a certain direction.

In the diffused smoke, the girl's lonely back can be vaguely seen.

Tangerine: "Over there."

Soon, well-trained team members swarmed up, and quickly surrounded the girl they were pointing at. The other party tried to resist at first, but soon realized the difference in strength between them, and helplessly relaxed.

"You guessed it right, I am the prophet you are looking for," the girl with amber eyes raised her hands, showing a gesture of surrender, and sighed:

"If I don't resist, can I let my teammates leave?"

As the smoke dissipated, the Tangerine Squad quickly withdrew.

Several people's faces were pale, panting, and they were all exhausted to varying degrees. Zhang Yu was still lying unconscious on the ground, and Qi Qian's cooling-off period had not yet ended.

An Xin looked at Zhou vigilantly, and soon revealed a look of astonishment:

"People, withdrew?"

"It seems to be..." Tong Yao gasped, stood up, and looked around the circle solemnly: "Are you all okay?"

However, before the words were finished, everyone quickly realized that something was wrong. Among them, there seemed to be no personal existence.

"Wait, where's Wen Wen?"

An Xin turned pale with shock, jumped up, and nervously searched for him, but he couldn't find the other party's figure: "Where did Wen Wen go?"

"Well…"

Right here, a painful low moan sounded from the ground.

Zhang Yu supported his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were blank, as if he didn't know where he was.

Tong Yao leaned down and helped him up: "Are you awake? Are you okay?"

Although Zhang Yu's face is still slightly pale, compared with the previous dead face, it is much better. With his gradually sober eyes, he looked around at the surrounding people , showing a look of half astonishment and half trance: "I... I didn't die?"

In fact, before the coma passed, he already felt his life draining from his body. He knew that he was already standing in front of the gate of hell. He thought this was his end, but he didn't expect that he still had A chance to open your eyes again and see these familiar faces.

"What happened?"

The nursery rhyme used the fastest speed to briefly describe what happened after he passed out.

"That is to say, although the red 'red' lamp oil can dispel the curse, it will also cause danger. When fleeing, it was attacked by another team. As a result, Wen Wen disappeared, right?"

Zhang Yu took out the "medicine" from his backpack, and after drinking a few bottles, his face recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he soon had the energy to stand up.

"En." Everyone nodded.

"They must be here for revenge." An Xin showed a dignified expression, "We were upstairs, and Wen Wen and I met this team!"

He was startled, and suddenly raised his head: "No, it's not revenge, they must have other plans!"

The people next to him were stunned and turned their heads to look over.

Su Cheng was even more nervous.

Could it be... An Xin, did he realize the inextricable connection between this team, the prophet, and the oracle?

"When I saw Wen Wen, the captain on the other side kept praising her for being beautiful," An Xin clenched his fists in pain, "I know, they must have seen her beauty...!"

Su Cheng: "..."

Zhang Yuhe nursery rhyme: "..."

"Ahem," Zhang Yu cleared his throat, breaking the dead silence, "In any case, Wen Wen should have been taken away, there is no doubt about it."

If he had died in the scuffle just now, there wouldn't be any trace left behind.

There was no blood, no severed limbs, and no dead bodies, so there was a high probability that Wen Wen was still alive, and he should have been taken away by the opposing team.

Moreover, the opponent's attack this time did not cause any casualties, but only took Wen Wen away, so it can almost be concluded that this attack is indeed not for revenge, but for robbing people.

An Xin should be right about "other plans".

As for the reason...it's hard to say.

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect her well and let her be snatched away." An Xin seemed to be still immersed in the emotion of regret, "She is so delicate and weak, and now she is trapped among those villains. No, we have to go and get rid of her." She rescued..."

Zhang Yu glanced at An Xin, showing an indescribable expression.

Slender and weak?

Come on, the level of the dungeon is much better than yours.

He had no doubt that if these two people were thrown into the dungeon, it would definitely be Wen Wen who survived, not the flower protector who only had Wu but no brains.

"However, what An Xin said was right, we rescued Wen Wen." Zhang Yu stood up and said.

More importantly, he has clearly realized the value of Wen Wen.

Not only because she can solve the prophet's prophecy, and avoid risks in turn, without her, the prophet's performance will be halved, but also because, even without the prophet, she is a rare and powerful battle between them.

She has a precise and terrifying intuition when it comes to understanding the rules and finding the loopholes between the rules. Before Qi Qian has returned to the team, they cannot lose such a precious teammate.

Moreover, there was a reason why Wen Wending was snatched from the opposite side. Zhang Yu was sure that there must be some other talent hidden in this seemingly weak girl, otherwise, the Jutang team would not have made such a decision.

Now that he has basically recovered, the other party may not be able to imagine that they will make such a risky choice in the end, and only make a good plan, which should catch them by surprise.

The nursery rhyme showed a thoughtful expression: "Although the danger is great, but..."

Unexpectedly, Su Cheng beside him said:

"I don't agree."

"...?!" Some people were startled, turning their heads to look in Su Cheng's direction.

Knowing that he is Wen Wen's teammate, the relationship between them should be the deepest. They didn't think that the person who they thought would most support this plan was the one who finally spoke up to stop the plan.

"Qi Qian hasn't come yet, we're not suitable for confronting the opposing team head-on." Su Cheng said.

"Besides, we don't know when they went upstairs. After they opened the shop with the key, there will be a 15-hour countdown. After the countdown ends, it will enter the night. That's too dangerous."

He took a deep breath and said: "So, I suggest that it is best to use the key to open the shop first, and then make a long-term plan."

After Su Cheng finished speaking, he turned his head subconsciously and looked at the place where Wen Jianyan had just stood, his eyes flickering.

If it was normal, he might indeed be desperate to rescue his teammates, but...

The picture just now and the activated props 1, 3, and 7 flashed through my mind.

Props to create smoke.

Item No. 3, fuzzy cognition.

Props No. 7, changing identities.

And these props were bought by Wen Jianyan for him before entering the dungeon.

After contacting the other party, this time it was different from usual, and Su Cheng even had to suspect that he changed his appearance and entered the dungeon. From the beginning, these were calculated by Wen Jianyan.

Whether it's a short confrontation with the opponent's team, the actions the opponent may take, or even this ambush...

There may be Wen Jianyan's acquiescence and promotion behind it.

In other words, the so-called "captured" this time is not an accident.

From the beginning, Wen Jianyan planned to enter the opposite team in this way.

Looking at the girl standing in front of him, Mu Sen's expression sank.

Of course he remembered this man.

When he was upstairs, she was the one who blocked herself in front of the stairs and passed on the "prophet" message to him.

How could this guy be the prophet himself?

With a sullen face, he turned his head to look at Ju Tang beside him: "Are you sure?"

Tangerine Tang threw away the iron box in his hand, shrugged: "Anyway, I followed the direction of that finger to find the person, if something goes wrong with your things, don't blame me."

Mu Sen lowered his head, staring at the box uncertainly.

Since it has been used once, it cannot be opened again for the time being, and Mu Sen has no way to confirm whether what Jutang said is true or not.

but…

There is another way.

Mu Sen narrowed his eyes.

In the next second, the empty sleeve on his left suddenly stirred without warning, and something seemed to be crawling out along the clothes.

Such a strange situation made everyone around them startled and stepped back vigilantly.

Mu Sen opened his intact right hand and caught something from the sleeve.

A palm-sized insect crawled out, like a spider, with six extremely long legs, as thin as silk thread, with a pitch black belly, and the tips of the legs were as bright red as blood.

Wen Jianyan's eyes darkened.

This is exactly the replica of the worm he caught from the back of Su Cheng's neck in [Ping An Nursing Home].

Sure enough, it was him.

Mu Sen looked at Wen Jianyan, and smiled darkly at Wen Jianyan.

He opened his hand: "Go."

In the next second, the terrifying worm seemed to have received an order, and rushed straight towards the opponent's face!

Chapter end