Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 242

Chapter two hundred and forty-three

Holding the burning candlestick in one hand, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, resolutely walked out of the courtyard, and took steps towards the boundless darkness.

Although he has made up his mind, the further he goes, the more empty he becomes.

It was too dark, it was too dark around.

The candlelight in his hand was really too weak, it could barely illuminate the winding path under his feet, and he couldn't see anything on the side of the road, nor on both sides.

It was as if he was the only one in the world occupied by darkness.

Worse, it is.

This feeling made Wen Jianyan tremble.

He shrank his shoulders, couldn't help but stop, and looked behind him.

The path disappeared.

The courtyard houses also disappeared.

There was a boundless darkness behind him, as if telling him that if he wanted to leave the courtyard, he should not go back the same way.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Ha, ha ha... It really is.

Wen Jianyan bit the bullet, turned around slowly, and looked towards the winding path ahead.

The end of the path stretched into the darkness, and there was no end in sight.

However, besides continuing to go, it seems that there are no other options to choose from.

What to do, I regret it.

Wen Jianyan clenched the cold candlestick tightly in his hand, with a pale face, swallowed with difficulty, turned around, and continued walking along the winding path under his feet.

In the absence of any markers, intervals and distances seem to lose their meaning.

The candle in Wen Jianyan's hand became the only light in the darkness.

The light was weak and thin, as if it would be blown out in the next second.

The temperature around him also became colder and colder, like a knife, cutting the exposed skin, a biting chill rose from his feet,

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the scene finally changed. At the end of the dark path, a deserted tomb appeared. The winding path extended towards the tomb, and soon disappeared into it.

There is no trace of human life around, it is gloomy, surrounded by grave mounds stretching as far as the eye can see, and weeds are overgrown on the soil one by one. Incense ash.

In the darkness that can't be seen to the side, the tomb in front of it looks particularly eerie and strange.

Standing among countless graves, Wen Jianyan felt goosebumps popping up on his back, and greasy cold sweat leaked out of the palm that was holding the candlestick tightly.

of…

Can't go back?

He turned his head again and looked behind him.

The path he was standing on disappeared at some point, and the only thing left was a big grave, standing right behind him.

just like…

It was as if he just walked out of this grave.

Wen Jianyan was frightened by his own imagination, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!

He is absolutely not afraid of anything!

Wen Jianyan froze, hypnotizing herself over and over again.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass, Bo Bo's face turned pale, it can be seen that he is very scared."

"It's so pitiful. You're the least courageous, but the difficulty you encounter is always the highest. It's so miserable, treasure."

"Laughing to death, is it so? I always thought that a senior broadcaster who has reached this level should not be afraid anymore..."

Out of sympathy, the sound of rewards began to jingle in Wen Jianyan's live broadcast room.

After a few seconds, Wen Jianyan finally managed to regain his composure, he was not as flustered as before.

He withdrew his gaze, looked around the grave, and then was startled suddenly.

Although most of the tombs are submerged in the darkness, they cannot be seen indistinctly.

However, the few barren graves closest to Wen Jianyan can be illuminated by the faint light of candles. These graves exude a cold atmosphere, and there is a gray tablet standing behind the tablet. On the other hand, there are incense burners and rotten offerings and so on.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around again, and looked at the grave behind him.

Although the tomb behind him looked very similar to the other barren tombs around it, something was missing...

The censer on the tablet disappeared, and the place behind where the portrait should have been placed was empty.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and looked at the portraits he had obtained from the three paintings.

Could it be...

He hesitated, but finally decided to give it a try.

After all, now that the way back has disappeared, what Wen Jianyan can do now is to try everything possible.

After making up his mind, Wen Jianyan bent down and placed the portrait in his hand in the empty space behind the tablet.

The next second after putting it away, a sudden change occurred!

The originally high and raised tomb bag suddenly began to turn black and covered, and the whole thing collapsed!

Wen Jianyan was taken aback, couldn't help but gasped, and took a step back.

Xiaolu reappeared in front of him.

Behind the collapsed tomb, the winding path reappeared. Not far from the path is the gate of the courtyard house in memory. There are two lanterns hanging on the left and right sides of the gate. One side is red and the other side is white. "color".

The scene was so familiar that Wen Jianyan almost cried with joy.

There is a way back!

Seeing this scene, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel refreshed.

No matter what happens next, it's always a relief that he's no longer cornered.

However, before he had time to drive for a long time, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something was wrong.

Not far away, the courtyard at the end of the path does not seem to be exactly the same as in memory.

The two lanterns, one red and one white, hung at the door. He left, and they should have been extinguished. He could barely see the original color of the lantern under the dusty surface, but now...

Those two lanterns turned on for some reason, one side exuded a strange scarlet blood color, and the other side was a bleak and cold forest white, shaking slightly in the darkness, giving one an extremely ominous feeling.

The lights... are on?

Why?

Who burned it? What is it for?

A strong sense of unease emerged, climbing up the spine, and chills rose from the soles of the feet.

Wen Jianyan stared fixedly at the lighted courtyard not far away, subconsciously took a step back—

"Chi Chi!"

Suddenly, the familiar violent burning sound sounded!

Wen Jianyan shrank his pupils, lowered his head subconsciously, and looked into his palm.

See, the candle that was fixed on the candlestick suddenly exploded violently, and the pale molten wax dripped down, shortening it by more than an inch in the blink of an eye.

This kind of situation often happens in one situation!

"Da da d"

In the barren graves behind, there was a sudden rush of footsteps, breaking the dead silence!

not good!

Wen Jianyan didn't even have time to turn his head to look behind him, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the portrait behind the tablet as fast as he could—

However, the strange thing is that even though the portrait was in his hands, the path that appeared after the collapse of the tomb and the courtyard gate at the end of the path did not disappear.

"Da da da da da—"

The sound of hurried footsteps got closer, and almost rushed to the back of his head in the blink of an eye.

The hair on Wen Jianyan's back stood on end, he turned his head violently—

In the next second, a terrifying scene appeared in front of him.

Four people were carrying a scarlet sedan chair and were running towards this direction at a frightening speed. As the distance approached, by the light of the candles, Wen Jianyan saw that the four people carrying the sedan chair , It turned out to be a paper man made out of paper—a pale face with a strange red blush on it, lips curled up, revealing a stiff and terrifying smile.

And in their hands, they were actually carrying paper sedan chairs!

With weird smiles on their faces, the four paper figurines rushed towards Wen Jianyan.

"call."

The candle in his hand was blown out.

In the darkness, Wen Jianyan's pupils suddenly constricted, and before he could react, he felt the sky spinning for a while, covered in scarlet, and a strong, rancid **** smell came over his face!

Under the strong impact, Wen Jianyan felt as if she fainted for a few seconds...or a few minutes.

He blinked, and it took two seconds to realize that he was still alive.

wait wait wait…

So what happened just now?

what happened?

Wen Jianyan blinked, first he felt that his vision was covered in scarlet, and then he realized that the environment he was in seemed to be shaking, it was almost like...

Like in a sedan chair.

He hesitated for a few seconds, raised his finger, and subconsciously touched his face.

The familiar, tactile feel of the fabric.

Too bad.

It's terrible!

Cold sweat dripped from Wen Jianyan's forehead, and he lifted a corner of the red hijab on his head carefully, and looked out secretly.

It was also scarlet outside.

It's exactly the inside of a paper sedan chair!

As soon as a corner of the hijab was lifted, the familiar horror brought by the darkness came from all directions. Wen Jianyan just got up, and found that he didn't have a candle in his hand, so he hurriedly let go of his hand, allowing the red veil to cover his face.

The sense of danger faded.

Sure enough, the red hijab can also resist the threat of darkness in a sense.

Almost immediately, Wen Jianyan opened his live broadcast interface.

It's all gray.

The store cannot be purchased, and the props cannot be used.

Wen Jianyan sat upright in the sedan chair, curled her fingers, and put them on her knees tightly.

In the gap under the red hijab, he could clearly see that the clothes on his body had somehow turned into thorny wedding clothes, which were exactly the same as the female corpse in the coffin, and... for some reason, he activated it after entering the dungeon. The appearance is also gone.

Under the scarlet cloth was Wen Jianyan's own, male body.

It's not right... it's not right.

A thin layer of cold sweat oozes from Wen Jianyan's forehead, and he sits still.

The paper sedan chair was shaking, and through the thin red paper, the hurried footsteps of the four paper figurines could be heard.

He suddenly got up.

If there is no accident, on the portrait after it was placed on the memorial tablet, due to the influence of the curse in the three paintings, the words printed on it...

It was his own face.

That is to say...

Wen Jianyan stared at the tightly clenched palms on her knees, and cold sweat dripped from the corners of her forehead.

With this appearance, it is as if he replaced the female corpse in the three paintings and became a new member of the courtyard...

Zheng Wen Jianyan's body is in full swing, and everything is tense to the extreme...

Suddenly, a cold hand emerged from the darkness without warning, and pressed his waist. Through the thin fabric, the cold and terrifying temperature seeped in, making his scalp numb.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

In horror, Wen Jianyan could not help but let out a scream.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the young man bowed his body and jumped up, but in the next second, he was forced down again by those hands that increased the weight.

"do not move."

Through the shaking red hijab, his vision was blurred, and the man's deep voice came close to his ears, echoing in the paper sedan chair.

Wu Zhu bent down, hugged the shivering young man, and asked displeasedly:

"What are you running for?"

Chapter end