Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 239

Chapter 239

Wen Jianyan is now an level anchor, and the system store has also been upgraded accordingly. The number of redemption times for a single copy of the guiding hand has also increased from 2 to 3, and he has an opportunity to redeem an advanced guiding hand. However, the advanced guiding hand The hand is only responsible for pointing out the location of the epic-level hidden props, and this exchange opportunity will not be refreshed with the dungeon replacement, unless Wen Jianyan is upgraded to S-level and opens the S-level system store, otherwise there will be no increase in exchange for the advanced hand of guidance of times.

In other words, there is only the last one of the guiding hand props that he can use now.

If Wen Jianyan came here in a team this time, there would be teammates to share the number of times for him, but unfortunately, the sky didn't go his way, and he was the only one who entered the third picture this time.

In other words, it was only the third floor now, and he was going to use up all the times he had.

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help cursing secretly.

However, now that they are all here, he doesn't care about saving the number of times the item is used. Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and directly activated the last [Guiding Hand] item in his backpack.

The moment the prop was activated, a red arrow jumped out and pointed towards his back.

…behind?

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously turned her head—

In the next second, a chill ran up his spine.

In the darkness, the corpse in a scarlet wedding dress stood upright, with a red hijab on its head, and the word "囍" embroidered on it was clearly skewed, as if it was "looking" in this direction.

That is to say...

The third prop is on the bride's body.

Looking at the corpse exuding a strong rotten smell, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine at the thought of having to go close to pick it up.

but…

Time is running out.

Whether he is willing or not, he must take action.

Wen Jianyan's brain was spinning rapidly.

Whether it is the white canvas with the face covered in the first painting, or the curse of the faceless child corpse in the second painting, if we deduce from the characteristics of these curses, the source of the curse in the third painting is, The probability is the red hijab of the bride's corpse.

That being the case, as long as you get the red hijab, you can get the props from the source of the curse, and end it all!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, stretched out the hand that was free to move because it touched the photo frame of the portrait, and stretched it towards the red cloth covering the head of the bride's corpse.

The bride was motionless.

The cloth with red "囍" embroidered on it covered the corpse's head, completely covering its face, but according to the orientation of the characters, Wen Jianyan was 100% sure that its face was facing him.

The distance between the fingers and the hijab is shortening rapidly.

The bride maintained her standing posture, standing stiffly in place, still motionless.

When there was only a few centimeters between the fingertips and the red hijab, Wen Jianyan paused slightly.

...Not quite right.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, with struggling lights flashing in his eyes, and the desire to survive screamed in his heart, urging him to continue, but he still gritted his teeth and stopped his movements abruptly, trembling slightly. Fingers stuck in mid-air.

No, absolutely not.

According to experience, every time you try to obtain the key source props of the curse, you will definitely encounter incomparable obstacles, whether it is the dead head whose eyes are gradually opening on the upper floor, or the acropolis arm in the previous painting. The handprints that gradually emerged on the body and could not move forward can all confirm this theory from the side.

Although this time, the curse on Wen Jianyan's body has been loosened, but the body of the crying baby has not disappeared, so he barely maintains the state of a "dead person". Small, but absolutely impossible, as it is now, to not exist at all.

What is wrong?

Could it be that the red hijab is not actually a hidden prop? Could the real source of the curse be somewhere else on the body?

No, that shouldn't be the case.

The moment this idea popped up, it was quickly rejected by Wen Jianyan.

In the copy of [Changsheng Building], "law" is extremely important. Whether it is the first painting or the second painting, the concept of curse has a lot to do with "face". No matter how difficult it is, it will not be separated from the entire system chain.

So, what's the problem?

Wen Jianyan stared intently at the bride's corpse covered in a red handkerchief, his brain was running fast thinking.

With the passage of time, the recovery speed of his fingers is accelerating, but in just a few tens of seconds, Wen Jianyan's right arm can basically move freely. Although the corpse of the child in his arms has not disappeared, he can clearly He could feel its howling fading.

As his body gradually recovered towards the direction of human beings, some strange phenomena also began to appear in this half-happy hall, half mourning hall.

Wen Jianyan could smell the increasingly intense rotten smell in the air, as well as the strong smell of blood that was sweet and rotten.

Wen Jianyan knew that there was not much time left for him.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes flickering.

The motionless, woodcarved corpse in front of him, although it still hasn't attacked him for the time being, its extremely dangerous and creepy aura has gradually awakened.

The scarlet hijab swayed slightly, and the bright and strange color looked very dazzling in the dark, as if dyed red with viscous blood.

Wen Jianyan could clearly realize that the malice hidden in it was just around the corner, waiting for the moment when he would become the prey.

If the problem isn't with the "goal," what is it?

…Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan was startled suddenly, as if thinking of something, raised his eyes to look at the corpse in front of him, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

If the danger in the third painting is only contained in the corpse in front of him, then the whole scene should not be so "delicate".

Although the layout of the first painting is similar to this one, compared with this one, it looks very simple and rough, even rough.

Whether it is the west room connecting the two world passages, or the courtyard, or even the cursed core area, the north room, is empty, except for corpses, coffins, and the terrifying power hidden in the darkness, there is nothing left. other.

And here...

Whether it's the mourning hall, the coffin, or the decorations everywhere, although everything is weird, the overall decoration and the bride's corpse in it are self-contained and have their own internal rationality.

In other words, there is a reason for the internal setting of this painting.

Wen Jianyan clenched her teeth, boldly once again, and slowly looked at the bride's corpse in front of her.

If it is correct to say that the key hidden item is the "red hijab", then the key lies in... the way to obtain the item?

You know, in traditional weddings, the red hijab is not actually to be uncovered by the groom with his hands, but with a scale.

Wen Jianyan's breathing became slightly rapid, he raised his eyes and looked around quickly.

The area here is not small, but there are not many places that can really hide things. Whether it is on the corpse or on the spiritual case not far away, there is no space to hide a pair of scales. Then, the only The only option left is...

His eyes fell on the coffin not far away.

The lid of the coffin was half-opened. Due to the restriction of the curse just now, it was difficult for Wen Jianyan to move his head, so the space he could see was not that big. As for whether there is anything hidden in the depths of the coffin, it is difficult for Wen Jianyan to see clearly.

Logically speaking, if he really needs to lift the hijab with the scale beam to get the props, then the coffin is the most likely position for the scale beam to appear.

After all, a wedding needs two "people".

And the groom who is responsible for uncovering the bride's hijab is naturally the one lying in the coffin.

Since five minutes had passed and the baby ghost had disappeared, Wen Jianyan could no longer let it get the props for him this time, but could only go forward by himself.

Fortunately, due to the faded effect of the curse, his current actions are much more flexible than before, and he no longer needs to move one step at a time.

Wen Jianyan walked towards the coffin as quickly as possible.

He could feel that when he and the bride's corpse passed by, the other's head turned silently, and the scarlet veil on top of his head shook accordingly, as if following his movements.

Although he didn't launch an attack, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, and subconsciously quickened his pace again.

Soon, he came to the coffin.

The wooden coffin was covered with a layer of scarlet enamel, which looked cold and smooth. Although there was no corpse inside the coffin, Wen Jianyan could still smell it, and there was a rotten smell emanating from it.

Wen Jianyan leaned slightly and looked into the coffin.

Although the light is dim, it can still be clearly seen that in the deepest part of the coffin, there is a brass beam lying quietly. It looks very old and has stains all over it, but it really exists.

Wen Jianyan suddenly lifted his spirits.

The moment he saw the scale beam, he knew that he had guessed right.

At the same time, he was afraid for a while.

If he hadn't stopped in time just now, but lifted the bride's red hijab directly with his hands... Wen Jianyan couldn't imagine what a terrible ending would be waiting for him.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the props column in the system store. There was no prop that would allow him to take out the pair of scales with only one hand moving and his fingers stiff.

Even if it is theoretically possible, it will take a lot of time.

Now, for him, time was simply too much of a luxury.

It seems that only the most primitive method can be used at risk.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind. He maintained the awkward posture of holding the child's corpse in one hand, bent down stiffly and slowly, and reached into the dark coffin.

No... still not enough.

Wen Jianyan stared at the brass scale beam not far away, stood on tiptoe hard, and reached the depths of the coffin again. Gradually, his fingertips approached the scale beam little by little, and the distance between the fingertips and the props was shortening rapidly.

…Soon.

Wen Jianyan held her breath slightly, her soft abdomen pressed against the cold and hard edge of the coffin, her fingertips continued to **** inward, and her upper body had already completely penetrated into the coffin unconsciously.

Immediately!

In the next second, in the darkness, a pale hand suddenly went deep into Wen Jianyan's wrist without warning.

Oops! !

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, showing a look of horror.

One, two, three...

More pale and blue hands emerged from the darkness, and each of them firmly grasped Wen Jianyan's arm.

next second—

A strange and cold force struck, and Wen Jianyan felt the world turned upside down in front of his eyes. When he regained his composure, he found that he had been dragged into the depths of the coffin.

Pain all over my body.

Wen Jianyan forced a trace of physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

But what was worse than the pain was the sudden onslaught of great fear.

The surrounding air was filled with the breathless smell of rotting corpses, and the blood-soaked coffin was narrow and terrifying, trapping him in it like a high wall.

"Kaka—"

There was the harsh sound of wood rubbing against each other.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes in horror.

He only heard a loud "bang", and the scarlet coffin cover suddenly closed in front of his eyes, sealing it tightly.

It was pitch black inside the coffin.

Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, only the insane creeping terror of the invisible.

The urge to scream was stuck in his throat, Wen Jianyan was so frightened that his face turned pale, he instinctively raised his hand, and violently pushed the coffin above his head—

As soon as he touched it, he immediately noticed something strange.

wrong.

The coffin board under the palm is not cold and smooth on the outside, on the contrary, it is indeed pitted and uneven.

Unable to see, Wen Jianyan traced the potholes inside the coffin board with his fingers, and suddenly took a breath.

Those... a large area, are all scratches made by scratching with fingernails.

It seemed that a certain living person was locked in the coffin like this, scratching frantically with his fingers in extreme despair, and refused to stop even though his nails were scratched and dripping with blood.

"Tick tock."

The sound of water dripping broke the dead silence, and it sounded inside the coffin, as if it was close to the ear.

"Tick tock."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He seemed to realize something, and slowly turned his head little by little, looking towards his side.

In the darkness, right beside him, lay the corpse of a bride in a wedding dress, her head was covered by a red hijab. The bright red cloth seemed to be made of fresh blood, and the sticky blood flowed from the wedding dress. The edge of the handkerchief fell with a clear sound as it fell to the floor of the coffin.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, his heart was beating wildly, and he was not feeling well.

He realized that from just now, the howling of the corpse of the child in his arms had become weaker, and it was almost hard to hear now, as if, in this confrontation between curses and curses, it accounted for It has become a disadvantage, and is gradually being suppressed, losing its effect little by little.

"cluck—"

The sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded.

In the darkness, the bride's body slowly turned its head.

In the narrow and dark coffin, Wen Jianyan lay side by side with the corpse, their faces facing each other, with only a few centimeters between them, and he could even see the clear cloth texture on the other's hipa.

Not good not good not good!

In Wen Jianyan's trembling and dilated pupils, there was a sticky bloodstain that gradually spread from under the hipa, and the blood flowed on the scarlet coffin floor, as if consciously, looking in Wen Jianyan's direction go-

Hurry up!

The only hand he could move was groping by his side, frantically looking for something in the dark according to his memory.

"Tick, tick, tick."

Exuding a stench and containing a strange curse, the blood was only a few centimeters away from touching Wen Jianyan's cheek.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body trembled under the extreme pressure.

And at this moment—

Wen Jianyan's fingertips seemed to touch something. In the narrow gap between him and the coffin wall, there lay a cold, hard metal rod.

that's it!

That pair of scales! !

Wen Jianyan's whole body trembled, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he clung to it tightly.

No time to hesitate, no time to think.

With the momentum of breaking the boat and fighting for life, Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, turned around as fast as possible, and picked the hijab on the face of the female corpse with the scale!

Chapter end