Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 252

Chapter 252

Zhang Yu walked in the front, and the other two followed him. A faint, ominous red light enveloped the three of them, and it was especially clear in the darkness.

"Follow me."

Tangerine Tang turned her head, glanced behind her, and said in a low voice.

The moment her voice fell, stiff footsteps came from behind them.

Zhang Yu nodded, listening to the footsteps of the corpse.

The voice was neither fast nor slow, without any change in rhythm, following him like a shadow, "dangling" in the huge shop, making one's back feel chills.

Much slower than expected.

It seems that Wen Wen is right. Although this candle has the same effect as lamp oil, the effect will be weakened. If he is holding an oil lamp in his hand, and it is lit in such a closed space, I am afraid The footsteps of the corpse will be several times faster than now.

If so, he may not even have time to lead the dead body away from the counter, and he will be directly attacked.

If it was at this speed, he would be able to drag the corpse not too far away, and let him follow him around the shop.

Keep it off the counter and incense burner, at least until Wen Wen figured out a solution.

Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and fixed his gaze on the front:

"Go, let me distance myself a little bit."

at the same time.

The candlestick emitted a faint light, barely illuminating a small area in front of it.

On the red tabletop, there are lit copper candlesticks and a small brass censer. In the censer, a stick of incense is inserted in the middle, burning quietly.

Although it had been a few minutes since Wen Jianyan was about to ignite, yes, the strange thing was that the length of the incense hadn't changed noticeably, as if it hadn't been consumed at all.

Sure enough, incense is not the main thing, the main thing is the sacrifice.

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed the image of arriving on the third floor.

Whether it was in the room or in front of the tomb bag, the offerings contained in these plates were basically rotten, but the original mold could still be vaguely recognized.

Fruit, pasta, and meat.

It is the third child of traditional sacrifices.

In other words, maybe he should enshrine similar existences to "customers"?

No, maybe not enough, [Prosperity Building] This dungeon is very different from other dungeons. In this dungeon, there is a unique luck system, such as ghost coins that can be obtained from donation boxes, for example, can dispel darkness, or It is lamp oil to cure curses, etc. These functions cannot be replaced by props at all.

However, whether it works or not, he has to try it first, after all, this is the only clue he has now.

Wen Jianyan quickly clicked on the system store, selected and paid.

Soon, three plates appeared on the table in front of them, and each plate contained different offerings.

Fruits, pastries, and meat, three plates of offerings were placed side by side on the table, looking very gloomy under the faint candlelight.

Sure enough, as Wen Jianyan expected, nothing happened.

The footsteps of the customers still follow the red light flickering in the distance, the incense burning in the incense burner has not changed, and the offerings are the same.

What's missing.

what.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her thin lips were tightly pressed, almost losing her color, under her eyelashes, her eyes were deep and dark, as if she was thinking quickly.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Wait a minute... When I was in the stairs between the third and fourth floors, there were no sacrifices around me at all. Yes, the "deal" was completed.

Why?

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

He was keenly aware that if he found the answer to this question, the real solution might surface.

Zhang Yu held a candle, and together with the other two, walked in front of him not too far away. Behind him, the footsteps of the corpse followed at a fixed speed.

If the required speed does not change, the distance between each other will not change, and he is safe with a high probability.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu relaxed a little.

At this time, a sudden change occurred!

"stop!"

Acropolis' tense voice rang in his ears, his tone hurried and dignified: "Don't go forward!"

The other party's reminder came too suddenly, Zhang Yu couldn't help being startled, the steps under his feet had already subconsciously stepped forward——

Under the light of the faint red light, the part under his feet that was about to land had turned into a thick ink-like blackness at some point, like the mouth of the abyss.

In the next second, a pale and blue hand protruded from the darkness, covered with dense corpse spots.

It is exactly the same as the hand that was pressed on the counter just now!

Zhang Yu's pupils shrank suddenly.

As a senior anchor, his body's reaction ability far exceeds that of his brain. He subconsciously developed his talent, and a layer of rock-like existence quickly rose from the soles of his feet, covering his calves in the blink of an eye.

The palm brushed against Zhang Yu's calf, but as if he hadn't found the target, he rushed to nothing, slowly retracted it again, and fell into the darkness again.

face back to normal.

Zhang Yu stood in the original place, tightly holding the candle in his hand, his face was pale, his breathing was short of breath, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

He knew that if he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he might have been hit directly like he was on the first floor. It doesn't matter—what's more frightening is that if he didn't let go, he might be dragged into a dark abyss .

"Wangzi, you're not following me." Tangerine Tang beside him suddenly said.

Zhang Yu calmed down and nodded: "Yes, yes."

Obviously, the use of red candles is not simply to "attract attention", but more importantly, it will make non-human customers "aware of the existence of prey", that is to say, it will make people enveloped in red light. Human beings become targets of attack, and "customers" not only follow him, but also try to put him to death.

"Wanzi, the target of the attack will be fixed on the holder of the candle first." Tangerine Tang said, looking at Acropolis, "Connect your line to him, not to me, or your consumption will be too high." big."

Wei Cheng nodded. Although the attack just now was not aimed at him, his face was very pale, almost the same as Zhang Yu's.

When the few people stopped temporarily, the "customer" behind them did not.

"Da da da."

The sound of stiff footsteps echoed in the empty room, approaching him step by step. As the light of the candle approached, the sound of footsteps seemed to be gradually speeding up.

In just a few breaths, the sound of footsteps came closer, as if they sounded from behind everyone's heads.

Tangerine Tang's expression froze: "Quick, I have to move on."

In any case, it must not be caught up.

Wen Jianyan took out the incense burner again.

He looked back and forth, trying to find any clues.

He got nothing.

...After all, if there is anything, with his sensitivity, there is a high probability that he will notice it at the beginning. It is precisely because it seems too ordinary that Wen Jianyan has never tried to find a breakthrough.

Wen Jianyan was also aware of this.

He stared at the incense burner in his palm, a little unwilling.

The cold copper metal utensils fell in the palm of the hand, looking heavy.

There is no special pattern on the inside of the noodles. It is empty inside. There is nothing, as if it has been eaten completely, leaving no valuable features.

space.

How could it be so—

Wen Jianyan was startled suddenly.

Yes, this censer is too big.

It is understandable to say that the broken fragrance inside is exhausted, yes, why does the incense ash also disappear?

Logically speaking, the incense ash is the burnt incense, a residue, a waste, and cannot be a tribute. Why did it disappear after the transaction is over?

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, staring at the copper incense burner in his palm with a flickering expression. He lowered his head hesitantly, and carefully sniffed the inside of the incense burner.

The gloomy, sweet, dizzying aroma settled at the bottom of the incense burner, and besides that, there was an extremely strong smell, several times stronger than the incense itself.

The smell of blood.

Blood.

Wen Jianyan blinked, and a gleam of light quickly flashed in his eyes, as if he suddenly realized something.

He lowered his head, bit his finger with his teeth, and dripped a drop of his blood into the incense ash.

"Patter."

The sound of the blood drops falling into the incense ash was barely detectable, a little smoke was stirred up, and almost immediately, a drop of blood was greedily sucked up by the dry incense ash below, leaving no trace.

not far away.

Under the attack of the corpse, Zhang Yu and the others struggled forward. Not only did he have to deal with the hands that might appear on his face and pull him down at any time, but he also had to control the distance between the corpse and the red light, so as not to enter the corpse and touch it. Arrive.

Yes at first, this balance becomes more and more unmanageable over time.

The footsteps behind her got faster and closer.

With every passing second, the pressure multiplies.

Almost at the moment when the blood fell into the incense ash, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped.

The air fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Yu and the others were taken aback for a moment, then turned their heads to look.

After just a few seconds—"Da, da, da."

Footsteps sounded again, but this time, they were walking in the opposite direction.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his eyes were slightly focused, and stared at the incense burner in front of him.

In the incense burner, for the first time, the root incense began to fall obviously, a little scarlet fire was burning on the top, and the fragrance emitted became stronger and sweeter, and the smell of blood mixed in it was so strong that it could not be ignored. The green smoke kept penetrating into the nasal cavity, as if it wanted to invade the body.

really.

On the fourth floor of Changsheng Building, what customers want to eat is definitely far more than just "fragrance" or "fragrance ash".

It is human beings to eat.

The previous transaction between the third and fourth floors was able to be completed because the offering to the red-clothed female corpse was not completely consumed, and the incense was still left, which meant that the human life that was offered before was also left. Therefore, one transaction was completed without paying any price without Wen Jianyan realizing it.

Because the price has already been paid.

Wen Jianyan put the broken fingertips into his mouth, and sucked the remaining blood from the wound.

—What he is doing now is most likely to make himself a sacrifice.

Chapter end