Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 256

Chapter 256

No one could have imagined that this new "customer" was not attracted by the red candlelight, but walked straight towards the depths of the store as if he was not disturbed at all.

The slower pace than other customers brings a deeper sense of oppression, making you almost out of breath.

"Cough, cough, cough."

There was a cough in the darkness.

The voice was old and hoarse, and the rhythm and interval of each sound were exactly the same, as if recorded on a phonograph.

"No, I can't wait." Qi Qian gritted his teeth, turned his head and looked aside, "Act now—"

If you wait until the customer walks near the counter before offering blood, it may be too late.

Whether it is lamp oil or time.

The teammate holding the candlestick nodded, turned around, and was about to walk out, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Wait a minute."

The other party was startled, and turned to look.

remember in a second

The silver-haired girl stood where she was, with a face as white as paper, and a pair of amber eyes that were silent and deep, staring intently at the darkness not far away: "Don't go yet."

Everyone was startled.

"But…"

The teammate frowned, with an anxious expression on his face. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps—the sound of an old and hoarse cough came from it.

It won't be long before it gets here.

At that time, what happened when the last customer arrived will repeat itself. Under the terrible attack, they may not last long with the remaining lamp oil on hand.

There was also a struggling look on Qi Qian's face.

Wen Jianyan turned her head, stared at him firmly, and said firmly, "Trust me."

Qi Qian gritted his teeth, looked at the teammate who was ready to go, and shook his head: "Listen to her."

In the countless dangers in the past, the other party has shown his terrifying judgment, so that he is willing to take the risk and wait a little longer.

Although the opponent hesitated, he stopped his pace.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze and continued to look into the darkness.

He can guarantee that in terms of the hidden rules of [Prosperity Mansion] and the inner connotation of many strange existences, in the entire dungeon, there is probably no one who has dug deeper and understood more thoroughly than himself.

His intuition told him that the "strangeness" this time was not just as simple as "the effect of attracting the enemy from the red candle" failing.

Within the same layer, the rules are fixed.

It is not because of the boring reason that a certain anchor sees through the rules, modify and supplement it, just to increase the death rate, otherwise, the serious framework of the entire dungeon will lose its meaning.

Wen Jianyan believes that the details and rules he summed up during the last customer attack should be correct—whether it is the meaning of the product, the usage of incense, or the way to break the game, it is absolutely human. , the most perfect solution.

So, what went wrong this time?

Why is the visit of the second customer so different from the previous one...

These very different details all told Wen Jianyan: there must be some unknown mechanism behind this, if you act rashly without knowing it, the result may be unimaginable.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The cough came closer.

The oil lamp flickered, and above the ground where the light could barely reach, a pair of feet could be seen slowly stepping over.

It was a pair of dirty cloth shoes, looking old and dusty, like a product of the last century.

It moved slowly, approaching the light.

The next thing that came into the light was the same dirty black trousers, with old palms hanging down on both sides.

That palm seems to be on

It is old, covered with wrinkles like old bark, showing a gray color, covered with blue-purple corpse spots, which looks very scary.

Seeing this, everyone took a step back subconsciously, with horrified expressions on their faces.

Before that, every time a customer came, they were shrouded in darkness, unable to see the real face at all.

It can be said that although only the lower body was illuminated by the light this time, this was the first time they saw the "customer".

Wen Jianyan froze in place, her lips were tightly pursed, almost losing color due to the force.

Even if a "customer" exists as a non-human being, it must abide by certain constraints, certain rules.

However, it was able to ignore the red light of the candle and choose to go directly to the counter. Behind this, there is only one possibility: some higher-level rules are ruling it.

"Cough cough, cough!"

The sound of coughing came from behind the crowd. It seemed that someone couldn't help but also started to cough dryly, but what was strange was that the rhythm and interval of coughing were exactly the same as this "customer"!

This terrifying similarity made the hair stand on the back, and everyone turned their heads suddenly, looking in the direction of the sound.

A pale teammate leaned against the wall and sat on the ground—it was the anchor of Orange Sugar who dripped blood into the incense burner for the first time.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but his complexion looked even worse, under the light of the oil lamp, it looked almost blue.

He raised his hand, covering his chest, with a painful expression, and coughed in exactly the same voice and rhythm as the "customer":

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At the same time, blue-purple corpse spots climbed up from under his neckline, like unstoppable rot, spreading rapidly on the skin.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, as if realizing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the counter.

I don't know when the "customer" has stopped moving forward.

Under the light of the chirping oil lamp, you can see its dirty cloth and shoes, as well as two old and rotten palms.

Unlike the previous customer, it did not go to the counter, force the oil lamp to burn out, and intrude into this area, but stood still in place, motionless like a dead body.

He looked back over the "customer".

In the darkness, the scarlet spot on the incense burner was quietly burning, slowly descending at a familiar speed—

"It locked the target!"

Wen Jianyan gasped and said in shock.

The direction it came to the counter was not to attack indiscriminately, but because it locked on the anchor who first dripped blood into the incense burner, and wanted to feed on him!

"I understand," the anchor, who was going to be the second tribute from the beginning, looked sullenly, while watching his teammate who was dying of pain, he picked up the desk, "Just let it change the target, right? "

"Cough cough! Cough!"

Soon, the sound of his teammates coughing became heart-piercing, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs!

In the next second, he spat out blood with a "wow!", and in the scarlet blood, there were also internal organs that could not be ignored.

"Wait a minute!" Wen Jianyan sternly stopped.

"What are you waiting for!" The anchor had a distorted expression—he and the anchor who got recruited were both members of the Orange Candy team. They must have been teammates who had been born and died together, and had been with them for a long time. It was absolutely impossible to see him die like this.

"If this continues, he will become a complete tribute and be eaten up! You can't stop—"

"I know."

The silver-haired girl stared at him fixedly, stretched out a white and slender palm to him, and said in a calm, almost emotionless voice, "Give me the candle and let me go."

"Varied-?!"

The anchor was surprised, obviously not

Thinking that the other party would make such a suggestion, he immediately froze in place.

"I mean, let me go."

Wen Jianyan repeated calmly.

Su Cheng, who hadn't recovered yet, was stunned: "Wait, wait, but you—"

"I know."

Of course Wen Jianyan knew what Su Cheng was worried about.

One-third of his vitality has just been eaten, and he has not fully recovered yet. If he becomes a tribute now, becomes a locked object, and donates the rest of his vitality—

Then he might really die.

"I have my own plans."

Wen Jianyan walked forward indiscriminately. He was obviously slender and had soft features, but there was a terrifying willpower in his eyes, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression:

"Besides, this is my prop, isn't it?"

He stretched out his cold hand and gently took the candlestick from the opponent's hand:

"You have no right to refuse."

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"!Grass!"

"Hi my wife!"

"Oh my god, this look, this posture, what kind of control sweetheart is this, I've been slapped!"

"The anchor is really sharp, like a shark that bites on a loophole and never lets go. It's a terrifying insight."

"? Wait, what does this sentence mean? Is there something wrong with this customer?"

Wen Jianyan lit the candle and walked into the darkness.

The "customer" who took the black cloth did not follow, but stood still, motionless - obviously, it had completely locked on its prey, and was not ready to catch the next drop of blood before it fell into the incense burner. change object.

Wen Jianyan walked to the table as quickly as possible.

He lowered his head and looked at the incense burner in front of him.

The incense has been burned to nearly half of the position, and the rancid sweet fragrance with the smell of blood floats up, making people dizzy.

However, the strange thing is that the sacrifice that was supposed to rot did not change in any way. On the contrary, the three-disc sacrifice remained in place, as if it had not been sacrificed at all.

It seems that this time the customer does not accept installment payment.

The behavior pattern of the second customer has completely entered another set of rule systems

Sure enough, his guess was not wrong, there must be something wrong here.

But in any case, the most important thing now is to change the target of "customers".

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, and mercilessly took another bite out of the wound on her finger just now. The bright red blood oozed from the wound and dripped into the incense burner.

He did not drip blood into the three offerings.

Because it doesn't work.

It didn't accept it just now, but it doesn't make sense to continue to accept it this time.

Wen Jianyan held the candlestick in one hand, sucked her injured finger hastily, and then slowly backed away—

This time, he didn't retreat behind the counter, let alone try to leave. On the contrary, he just moved a little away from the table and waited by the path that customers must pass from the counter to the incense burner.

Wen Jianyan's judgment on the second customer still hasn't changed.

If you act rashly without knowing the rules, everything may be irreversible.

They have limited resources at hand and don't have any extra margin for error.

Even if the risk is astonishingly great, in order to survive, Wen Jianyan will restrain the fear in his heart and never let go of any chance to figure out the rules.

In the darkness, the girl holding the candlestick stood alone, her face was pale and bleeding, her shoulders were thin, as if she would be swallowed by the surrounding shadows in the next second.

But on the contrary, it was the unshakable, rock-like expression in her eyes.

Slow footsteps came from behind: "Da

…Da da…"

It's going in this direction.

Wen Jianyan's nerves tensed up, his fingers holding the candlestick tightened subconsciously, and sweat oozed from his palms.

near.

Under the faint, thin candlelight, Wen Jianyan could see that the "customer" in dirty cloth was approaching - he knew that before it came to the incense burner and tasted the next sacrifice, He would not attack himself, but the fear of being in close contact with inhumans was still brewing in his heart.

closer.

The weak candlelight couldn't illuminate the face of the "customer" completely enveloped in darkness, and Wen Jianyan could only see its stiff and straight body.

He held his breath, his eyes were firmly glued to the customers, and with the most focused observation he could exert in his life, he wandered around them one by one, looking for any clues.

A rotting, corpse-like stench hit his face, and the "customer" walked past him with stiff steps.

etc…

Wen Jianyan suddenly frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the customer's back.

Something is not quite right...

He subconsciously took a step forward, and the candle in his hand flickered for a moment, then burst into flames for a moment, and then suddenly burned out!

The molten hot wax dripped down and landed on the back of his white hand, scalding a layer of reddish color.

However, Wen Jianyan didn't have time to care about the pain in his hand at all. Instead, he widened his eyes in shock and stared at the direction not far away——

At the moment when the candle exploded just now, he saw it clearly.

On the back of the "customer", there was a pitch-black talisman with scarlet and strange lines sticking crookedly!

It was one of the props that they were asked to choose in the donation box when they were between the second and third floors!

In an instant, all the clues were glued together into threads in my mind - completely strung together.

Yes, resources are limited.

Too limited.

No matter how you calculate it, "fragrance" is definitely not enough for any team.

Their team is made up of two teams, and it is already the strongest team on the entire floor. However, even they only have two incense sticks in their hands, so the reserves of other teams can be imagined!

However, each store needs to receive four "customers", which is absolute and cannot be changed.

In the nightmare, there is no certain death situation.

Therefore, there must be some way to replace the existence of "Xiang" and let the anchors complete the task in another way.

Due to the closed nature of the first three floors, many people will forget the attributes of the copy of [Changsheng Building].

You know, this is a team book.

And all the teams in Nightmare will enter the terrifying jungle competition mode at the later stage.

So that's why, this time the attack came so fast - because this is not the customer they should have been dealing with.

This "customer" entered their shop driven by the new rules created by other teams using the effects of spells.

So that's why "Darkness" isn't concentrated enough, why "Sacrifice" can't be used to separate the target of the customer...

I am afraid that the other half of the "darkness" is in another store, and the offerings that can be used to share the damage of customers are also not here.

Wen Jianyan's hairs stood on end.

He realized that if they had just been like this, following the original method, completing the task all the way and sending the "customer" away, what a terrible thing would happen.

Because the cost of the "customer" must be paid to the original store.

In other words, they will consume the vitality of three people, as well as an extremely precious stick of incense... and all for another shop

busy!

They get nothing!

While Wen Jianyan was feeling chills from his conjecture, what he didn't notice was that the "customer" in front of him suddenly stopped when he approached and the moment the candle exploded.

It didn't walk towards the incense burner, but turned around slowly and silently.

The face shrouded in darkness precisely "looked" at Wen Jianyan—

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chapter end