Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 246

Chapter 247

Wen Jianyan walked up the dark stairs, the candlestick in his hand gave off a faint light in the darkness, barely illuminating the road in front of him.

The stair landing was empty.

The slightly flickering light bulb gave off a dim light. Below the familiar wooden table, a scarlet donation box was placed alone on the wooden table. The paint on the box was as sticky as blood. Just staring at it from a distance, as if Can smell the strong smell of blood.

Look, the orange candy team should have passed by, exchanged the ghost coins in their hands for props, and entered the fourth floor.

After crossing a narrow platform and continuing up the stairs, you can enter the fourth floor.

Wen Jianyan raised his head and looked in the direction of the stairs. In the darkness, he could vaguely see, and there were chaotic battle sounds coming from that direction.

He realized almost immediately what was happening on the fourth floor.

Obviously, the number of shops on the fourth floor is even smaller than in Xiangzhong. Therefore, in order to compete for the shops, the anchor team started fighting.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

Since there is still a winner, it means that there are still any teams entering the store for the time being, lighting the oil lamps, and starting the 15-minute countdown.

Then, he will have a lot more time now, and he can use a small platform to solve the small hidden dangers left by him in advance.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at her palm.

His fingers were pale and cold, his skin showed an unhealthy dull luster, bruised purple corpse spots faintly emerged from under the skin, and now they had climbed to the front half of his forearm, and continued to extend upwards.

In Wen Jianyan's first painting on the third floor, in order to stop the male corpse in the painting and take the initiative to touch the corpse, the curse was left behind. This curse cannot be dispelled with ordinary lamp oil, but red "red" lamp oil must be lit to get rid of the curse. The trend reversed.

If the curse is not removed in time, he will soon be like Zhang Yuyi before, gradually losing his ability to move until he becomes a corpse.

And if it is left to the fourth floor to solve, it may bring new problems.

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Jianyan made a decision.

He walked quickly into the light, extinguished the white candle on the candlestick, then took out a red candle from the third painting, and inserted it on the candlestick in his hand , deftly it ignites.

Accompanied by the scarlet light faintly lit up, the light bulb above the head also began to sizzle.

and last time one.

However, the effect of the candle is weaker than that of lamp oil, and the speed of the coldness on his hands is much slower than before. Although his current state is much better than that of Zhang Yu before, the time required may not be much different.

After carefully observing the surrounding area, Wen Jianyan heaved a sigh of relief.

However, the good news is that although the speed of healing is not as fast as before, those terrifying visions are also as scary as before. Although the surrounding light is obviously dimmed, the degree of danger in the dark is lower than before.

While paying attention to the scuffle situation at the end of the stairs, he also paid attention to the speed of the curse on himself fading, and was always ready to snuff out the candle.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The constant crashing sound began to come from the darkness.

Wen Jianyan's eyes moved, and she looked in the direction of the voice.

Beyond the faint icy red light, there is a bottomless, impenetrable viscous darkness, where, with the passage of time, a gradually clear figure will appear, and it will use its forehead to continuously Hit the wall, making a monotonous and stiff "dongdong" sound.

Under the action of red light, it will gradually perceive the existence of "human beings", turn around and walk towards the red light.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The eerie voice echoed in the empty corridor, making people uneasy.

, don't worry too much.

According to Wen Jianyan's estimation, his curse should fade faster, last time it didn't start to act until the last moment, and this time, candles are far less effective than lamp oil, and it should take less time to turn around than It was longer last time.

And Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, a black shadow slowly solidified in his peripheral vision.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback, turned her head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the voice again.

I saw a dark and blurry figure slowly forming not far away, gradually becoming clearer and clearer.

No!

Secondary is much faster than before!

Last time, it took nearly three minutes for the oil lamp to be lit before the figure slowly gathered and solidified, but the second time, the candle was only lit for more than a minute, and the figure was almost ready to take shape!

what happened? !

Is there something wrong with it? Also said, a red candle is not good?

Can…

Wen Jianyan listened carefully, and found that other visions and strange sounds still existed. No matter the sound of footsteps below the stairs, the sound of marbles falling above, or the sound of coughing, they disappeared, and they always remained with him. A far away distance that cannot cause harm is much slower than the speed of the last danger, so that it can correspond to the difference in effectiveness between candles and lamp oil.

Then why is the forming speed of only the one in front of you so much faster? !

"Boom!...Boom boom!"

When Wen Jianyan frowned and thought, the sound of hitting the wall became louder, one click, one click, one click.

The sound of hitting the wall slowed down and finally stopped completely.

In the frightening silence, it turned around slowly, and [looked] over in this direction.

Oops!

Wen Jianyan shrank his pupils, lowered his head, and blew out the red candle in his hand in one breath.

The curse on his body has been suppressed to the tip of his fingers, and it should be completely cleared in less than half a minute.

Wen Jianyan didn't dare to gamble.

If it's just a matter of time like last time, he might stick to it a little longer and fight hard. The situation this time has changed from the last time, and Wen Jianyan is not sure how this change happened. For some reason, out of insurance considerations, he had to extinguish the red candle in his hand and enter the fourth floor to make a decision.

As the candles were blown out, the strange sounds in the distance gradually disappeared, and the flickering light bulbs above the head stopped flickering, and the dim light gradually recovered.

, and Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief—

"Da da da."

Clear, stiff footsteps came from not far away.

Wen Jianyan gasped, and looked in the direction of the voice in disbelief.

What? !

"Zi...Zi Zi!"

The light bulb above the head emits a slight current sound, and under the dim light, a vague figure can be seen slowly approaching step by step.

The air became gloomy and cold, and a rancid smell gradually became stronger.

A shaken look flashed across Wen Jianyan's eyes, he took a step back in disbelief, and hit the table behind him with his back, making a "dong" sound.

How can it be?

The candle has been blown out, why didn't this shadow disappear with the other monsters, but continued to walk towards him? !

The scuffle on the fourth floor continued.

In a corner that no one pays attention to, the stairs leading from the third floor to the fourth floor still exist, black and open.

Su Cheng told his surrounding teammates about his guess.

Several people glanced at each other, revealing complicated expressions.

"I know, you have a deep affection for Wen Wen, each team only has one oil lamp, as long as she comes up with the big team, that means..."

Zhang Yu paused, and swallowed the rest of the words.

"You're not in vain, he—" Su Cheng eagerly tried to say something.

"I understand what you mean, indeed, there is a possibility, and there is a second possibility..." Qi Qian raised his hand, interrupted him, and then said slowly, "Then, the last corridor is not for the living."

"After all, I didn't stay in the corridor before. When the last team came up, I confirmed that the stairs behind him would disappear with me, didn't I?"

Su Cheng was startled and fell into silence.

It has to be said that Qi Qian's guess is reasonable, even if he can't refute it.

If the second "possibility" is true, it means that the "customer" may walk up to the fourth floor through the second staircase, leaving him with little time.

Although entering the store and lighting the oil lamp can start the countdown to the night, it also means that the copy of [Changsheng Building] will leave a loophole.

What if all the anchors don't take the initiative to enter the store, but reach an agreement, and all of them stay in the temporarily installed corridor to spend time until the dungeon is over?

Wouldn't that night never come, and everyone could survive a copy?

Such a behavior, if the small dungeon may still be established, in such a difficult dungeon of [Changsheng Building], such a simple loophole will definitely not appear.

In other words, if the anchor stays in the corridor for too long, the dungeon will also have a related response mechanism, and in some way, the anchor will be forced to complete the action.

"Look, I have to make a quick decision—"

Before Qi Qian finished speaking, suddenly, a lone footstep came from the dark stairwell, approaching quickly towards the fourth floor.

"Da da d"

Everyone was startled when they heard footsteps.

The terrible guess that Qi Qian said just now left a shadow in his mind, which made him jump up in shock when he heard the footsteps.

"Stop the war first!"

Obviously, he was not the only anchor who noticed the disappearance of the stairs. As a senior anchor, he also came to a similar conclusion as Qi Qian.

Someone yelled:

"There's a problem under the stairs!"

The footsteps were clear, loud, and hurried, echoing and spreading in the empty stairwell, almost reaching the entire corridor.

No matter how fierce the battle just now was and how raging it was, after all, the veterans in Li could tell which was more important, so everyone stopped at the same time, tense all over, staring at the direction from which the sound came from, waiting for something that might appear. crisis.

The footsteps came closer.

-get ready!

The air is tense and oppressive, ready to explode.

In the next second, a figure emerged from the dark stairway.

That slender girl was holding a burning candle tightly in her hand, panting violently, as if she was being chased by something.

Dao's figure was so familiar that Team Orange Candy and Dark Fire were stunned.

"...Wen Wen?!"

Chapter end