Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 249

Chapter 150

Before Qi Qian could finish his sentence, there was only a squeak, and the unclosed door slowly slid open, opening a **** hole silently in front of everyone.

Behind him, the faint light from the oil lamp flowed in.

Everyone in the dark fire team jumped in their hearts and subconsciously stepped back half a step, putting on a vigilant posture.

Seeing this, the orange candy team also realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately cheered up and made preparations to deal with the danger that came at any time.

The air was tense, and the entire store fell into a suffocating dead silence.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but...

Nothing happened.

Several people looked at each other, showing puzzled expressions.

Tangerine Candy was the first to break the silence: "Bring the oil lamp, I'll go in and have a look."

"Be careful, the corpse inside will be activated by the light," Qi Qian reminded in a low voice, "Try not to touch it."

Tangerine Candy: "Got it."

After finishing speaking, he took the lit oil lamp from his teammates, took the two of them, and walked into the dark room.

The rest of the team members waited at the door, alert to possible situations.

Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng stood at the back and looked in through the shoulders of everyone. The half-open door was pitch black, with only a faint flickering light coming from it, but they couldn't see what was going on inside. He just held his breath and waited in fear.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

When everyone's nerves were strained to the limit, Tangerine Tang's voice came from inside the door: "Safe."

Safety?

Qi Qian and the others were startled and looked at each other.

Could it be that there are no corpses in the shop on the west side of the fourth floor?

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Guy, I didn't expect that, and I bet him right... I just went to a few live broadcast rooms next door. The corpses hidden in the other three shops on the fourth floor are horrifying. The other teams are about to die." It's all over."

"It looks like, of the four shops on the fourth floor, three are hidden with big thunders, and only one is safe. I always thought it was drawn by luck, but I didn't expect to look at the direction, and I guessed it right."

"Broadcasting bullshit!"

"Hahahahaha, I thought so too. After all, the shops on the fourth floor don't have house numbers. They all look exactly the same. There aren't many teams coming up to the first floor, so basically it's all about anger."

"Wen Jianyan, a man who had to rely on his brain to overcome luck because of his anger."

The outer space also needs people to stay behind. Not everyone rushes in. If there is any critical situation, not only is it easy to be wiped out, but even if you resist, you will be restricted and unable to use it.

Therefore, only Qi Qian, Wen Jianyan, and Tong Yao entered the darkroom for the first time.

The three walked cautiously towards the dark room.

The air inside was cloudy and cold, and the stench of rotting corpses mixed with the smell of dust made one's throat slightly itchy.

Perhaps because there are only four shops on the fourth floor, even the dark room at the back of the shop is almost as big as the one shop on the first floor.

Tangerine Tanghe's other two teammates stood not far away, the oil lamp they were carrying gave off a dim light, but it seemed to be suppressed, barely illuminating a small space in front of them, covering the entire area In the shadows of obscurity, I can't see clearly.

He stood there, as if he was looking up at something.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Weicheng turned his head and looked at the three of Qi Qian who were walking over: "Don't worry, the captain has already checked, and there is no corpse hidden in it, or anything that would attack anyone who walked in." .”

With that said, he looked at Wen Jianyan behind Qi Qian:

"It seems that your choice is indeed wise."

The shops on the west side indeed correspond to the relatively safer rooms in the courtyard.

"Although there is no danger," Wei Cheng looked away and moved away slightly, "but, I also found one."

As the distance increased, Wen Jianyan was finally able to see what Orange Tang and the others were looking at.

That…

altar?

In the depths of the empty and dark room, there is a high table painted with red paint. On the table are portraits and spiritual tablets. The black portraits are illuminated by dim lights, and their faces are blurred. The contours of the facial features cannot be seen clearly, giving people a cold and ominous feeling.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously took a step forward.

The distance shortened further, and the area he saw became larger.

Wen Jianyan raised his head and looked up.

More spiritual tablets and portraits appeared in front of him.

Those spiritual positions are layer by layer, extending high and upward, until they enter the darkness that cannot be illuminated by lights.

Those who saw the terrifying number felt their scalps go numb.

No, no, not the altar.

The layout and furnishings are more like...

More like a shrine than an altar.

However, the combination of the portrait and the spirit seat made Wen Jianyan involuntarily think of what happened to him in the painting on the third floor.

After he left the courtyard, he entered a barren cemetery, where the same things were placed in front of all the graves, portraits, spiritual tablets, and...

Wen Jianyan's eyes moved down and landed on the table.

In the center of the Yinhong table, there is a small copper incense burner placed upright. The incense burner is exactly the same as the one he brought back from the third floor, almost the same.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"So much...?"

Qi Qian stared at the densely packed spiritual positions in front of him, with a look of astonishment on his face, and his spirit tensed up again, "Is it going to come back to life?"

Tangerine Candy took the time to glance at him: "I don't know."

A spirit position represents a dead person, a corpse, and a threat that may appear in the future. The number is so large that the sense of oppression is almost suffocating. Even if you just stand by and watch the scene, you can't help Feeling a chill down the spine.

"I don't feel very strongly about these spirit positions."

The nursery rhyme, who had been closed all the time, suddenly said slowly, "At least for now, there should be no danger."

Wen Jianyan turned to look at the nursery rhyme.

Although he doesn't know anything about the fourth floor for the time being, his view of nursery rhymes is correct. There are also spiritual tablets and portraits in the portraits on the third floor. They are placed in front of the grave bag, and each should correspond to a corner A winding road leading to a courtyard.

In other words, the spiritual tablets and portraits in that barren tomb are authentic, possessing the terrifying power to lead to another dimension.

And the portraits that appeared in front of him now are more like replicas that have their own form but no merit.

The nursery rhyme unfolded slowly, the beads were covered with a layer of gray mist, and they looked straight at the table in front of them.

He pointed to the copper censer and said.

"The only thing that feels different to me is that."

fruit.

In this dungeon, all the existences made of brass are extraordinary.

"Censer...?" Qi Qian frowned slightly, and took out something from his pocket, "Remind me, I got one in the donation box before entering the fourth floor."

Wen Jianyan probed over and looked into Qi Qian's palm.

The long, slender incense stick that has not yet been lit.

Without Wen Jianyan, Qi Qian's dark fire team did not face additional tests as before, but went through the normal process to receive three customers and got three Ming coins.

One red and two ordinary ones.

The ordinary Mingbi was exchanged for a plate of gray lamp oil and a yellow spell, but the red note was not exchanged for red lamp oil like last time. And changed to it.

"Me too," Acropolis said.

"Could it be that you want me to worship some spirits?" Nursery rhyme guessed.

"Maybe," Qi Qian frowned, "but how will it help me pass the level?"

Censer...Incense...Worship...

Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something, stared slightly, and fumbled for his pocket.

He took out the brass censer he brought from the third floor, and at the same time, something was taken out of his pocket and fell lightly to the ground.

That gray ordinary ghost coin.

Ghost coin?

Wen Jianyan paused, bent down, picked up Mingbi and put it inside.

He frowned and searched in his mind.

On the third floor, he was controlled in the team as a hostage, and he never had any chance to come into contact with Mingbi. Whether he entered the painting or outside the painting, he never had contact with customers.

Apart from…

Wen Jianyan was suffocated for breathing, as if he had thought of something, the familiar picture flashed across his mind quickly, like lightning across the dark sky, making him freeze in place.

In the stairwells on the third and fourth floors, after lighting the red candles, the shadow closest to him suddenly moved, but the rest of the monsters were not activated in the same way.

The black shadow approached, did not attack, but disappeared.

His only contact with "customers", that is to say...

Wen Jianyan turned her head to look at the censer in the middle - it was empty.

However, he clearly remembered that when he got the incense burner, there was clearly something inside.

A few sticks of unlit incense and burnt incense ash were pressed to the bottom, even if they were turned upside down, they couldn't be poured out. Due to the time constraints, it didn't look unusual, so Wen Jian Yan didn't pay attention to observe, but at this moment, the broken incense and the incense ash below all disappeared.

In an instant, all the clues were connected together in his mind.

"Customers" buy clothes made of human skin on the first floor, beads and ears that symbolize hearing on the first floor, and faces on the third floor... If you think about the problem logically, basically, a complete "form" is in the The first three floors have already been pieced together, and there is no need for more pieces to be added. So, what is the purpose of the fourth floor?

What else does it need?

What is it going to buy on the fourth floor?

As the fragments are completed in my mind, an answer is ready to come out.

Wen Jianyan's breathing became slightly rapid.

If in the real world...

In a shopping mall, what will the store on the highest floor be?

A gloomy, dark and terrifying existence, after gradually gaining form and mobility, what will be the first and most primitive desire?

"The customers on the first floor are not buying products," Wen Jianyan said in a voice as calm as possible, "eating."

eat.

The rest of the people were taken aback, and subconsciously turned their heads to look over, as if they didn't understand why Wen Jianyan came to such a sudden conclusion.

That is to say, in the stairwell, protected by continuous electric lights, Wen Jianyan had already completed his first business order without knowing it.

Since he was not in the shop at that time, there was no one around who could cast a curse, and the electric lights did not need to be consumed, so he completed a transaction without receiving any threat to his life.

But, in the shop...

Everything will be different again.

"The censer and incense are not used to enshrine spiritual tablets." Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said slowly, "They are used to enshrine 'customers'."

He lifted up and looked at the tall spirit seat in front of him, feeling a sudden chill.

"The shop on the fourth floor sells commercial food."

"Dead man's food."

Chapter end