Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 295

Chapter 295

The tip of the knife lightly touched the main artery, seemingly touching the skin of the neck, causing a shiver.

Zhong Shan turned his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the young man beside him.

The corners of the opponent's lips were raised, and he still had the harmless appearance of humans and animals. The cold and sharp light of the knife came into his eyes, and a slight edge flashed out.

Cold all over the body.

At this moment, Yun Bilan and the others who had lost their burden finally arrived.

The dominance of the two sides was completely reversed.

Facing the opponent's entire team, Zhong Shan, who was left alone, had no chance of winning.

More importantly, there are less than three minutes left until the next time the lights are turned on. Even if he is unwilling, the best result will be the death of the fish. With such an early position, he will lose his last hole card.

"I think I don't need to say anything more." Wen Jianyan said with a smile.

Zhong Shan stiffened his neck, swallowed with difficulty, and nodded slowly.

At the end of the bluestone road, the opposing team opened the way.

Wen Jianyan glanced at Chen Mo: "Take the painting."

In the pool of water on the side, there is a wet canvas lying quietly.

Although the anchor holding the painting just now was dragged down, the canvas in his hand did not sink with him, but was left in place, wet and crumpled on the bluestone road.

The last place they stayed was only one step away from the gate. As long as they were fast enough, basically nothing would go wrong.

Chen Mo nodded, and stepped forward. While being careful not to let his shadow fall into the water, he stretched out his hand towards the canvas on the ground—

Suddenly, his peripheral vision swept across the depression beside him.

In the small pool of water that was splashed and rippled by the drizzle, three pale faces were faintly reflected, with pitch-black pupils and corners of the mouth pulled up high, showing strange and stiff smiles at people outside the water.

Chen Mo's heart tightened, and he instinctively speeded up.

He grabbed the canvas in his hand, the canvas felt wet and heavy, and the strange touch made his heart skip a beat, Chen Mo didn't have time to think, and rushed towards the door!

"Let's go!"

After entering the gate, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The gloomy, damp, weird and ruined town disappeared, replaced by a dry and spacious hotel room shrouded in dark red lights.

The huge room echoed with everyone's rapid panting, and the subtle sound of raindrops dripping onto the ground.

He had just returned to the Xingwang Hotel, and before he could gain a firm footing, he only heard a "pop" sound from outside the door.

Outside the hotel door, the lights in the narrow aisle were turned on one by one, and the light filled the corridor, symbolizing the coming of the next round of lighting time.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and threw a glance behind her.

I don't know where to start, but the "door" on the wall has automatically disappeared.

The oil painting frame is hung on the wall as it is, but the picture has undergone slight changes.

Under the gloomy sky, the bluestone road stretched far away, and the dilapidated houses at the end of the road were skewed, and everything was shrouded in fine raindrops.

Inside the dark window frame, the woman's figure had disappeared.

However, in the blurry rain curtain in front of the door, three shadows could be vaguely seen.

They stood fixedly in place, motionless, their faces were pale and blurred, like three masks floating in the rain, and they were looking in this direction fixedly.

...the three people who just died in the town.

After the lights are turned on, their figures are left in the painting forever.

"Hey, can you let me go?"

Zhong Shan stood stiffly on the spot, and spoke slowly.

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan looked away and smiled slightly.

He raised his hand, skillfully grabbed a few strands of hair, and pulled them lightly!

"Ouch!"

Zhong Shan felt a pain in his scalp and cried out unexpectedly.

In the next second, he felt that the cold knife point on his neck moved away, and the young man behind him raised his hand and lightly pushed his back.

Zhong Shan stumbled forward and was caught by his teammates hastily.

"Captain!" "Captain, are you okay!"

Zhong Shan stood firm, covered the back of his head that was still aching with one hand, and turned his head to look at the other party in astonishment.

Wen Jianyan shrugged: "Okay, you can leave now."

Zhong Shan stared at the other party in surprise.

Beside him, his team members approached and said in a low voice: "Captain, do you want us to—"

"Shut up!"

Zhong Shan seemed to be suddenly angry, and roared like an explosion.

The team members couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously silenced their voices.

Zhong Shan looked at Wen Jianyan again, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

If it was him, he would never let the opponent go so easily when he encountered such a backhanded situation. After all, in a cruel place like Nightmare, he will always be tricked or be tricked. Once there is a chance to fight back, We must not let it go, only by cutting the grass and roots can we cut off all risks.

But the other party let him go so easily just now, and pulled out his hair before that...

He couldn't help but think too much.

You know, in Nightmare, there are various types of anchor talents, and many of them are very evil.

And those that require a certain body part as a seal are even more evil among evil sects.

Not far away, the young man stood in the same place, with a tall and straight figure, soft eyebrows and eyes, the elusive brass knife had disappeared without a trace, with a faint smile on his lips, he looked extraordinarily harmless to humans and animals , didn't seem to mind what the other side might do next.

Zhong Shan gritted his teeth, turned his head and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Shame on you, hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, led the rest of his team members, turned around and left the hotel room with a huff.

Listening to the noisy footsteps gradually going away, Yun Bilan breathed a sigh of relief, and her body, which had been tense all the time, relaxed a little, and she finally lifted her combat readiness.

She walked towards Wen Jianyan, her eyes fell on the wide open door:

"Just let them go?"

"Then why not?"

Wen Jianyan shrugged and looked away, "Fight with the opponent, and fight to the last person?"

It's possible, but it's too bad.

[Prosperous Hotel] It hasn't been long since the dungeon started, not to mention figuring out the rules of the hotel, they haven't even seen the black side yet, it's really not his style to fight with the team members in this situation .

In addition, Wen Jianyan has never been a person who likes to have direct conflicts with people. He doesn't like fighting, fighting, and anything related to it.

Yun Bilan: "Then what if..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Wen Jianyan smiled.

He opened his palm, and several locks of jet-black hair fell from his palm, and were thrown to his feet like garbage.

What he likes is deceit and manipulation.

Wen Jianyan blinked: "They are so afraid of me now, believe it or not?"

This is his inspiration from the last dungeon.

In the end, I still have to thank Mu Sen and his persistent frame.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"As expected of my wife, someone stole a lock of her hair in the last dungeon, and was almost framed by the black talisman paper. This dungeon will use this method to deceive people in reverse!"

"No, he is much more ruthless than Mu Sen. He just cut a strand, but he grabbed it!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, look at the amount of hair on the carpet... the other side is almost not bald, so I don't believe that there is no personal grudge."

"By the way, where's the canvas?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took out the wet and wrinkled canvas from his arms, cold water dripped from the edge of the canvas, and wet the carpet in the hotel.

Wen Jianyan reached out to pick it up.

However, as soon as the finger touches the edge of the canvas, the touch under the finger suddenly changes.

The originally heavy fabric seemed to have turned into water, dripping from between the fingers of the two of them.

"what happened?!"

Chen Mo was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to grab it.

However, his fingers passed through the fabric, and the water melted from the canvas fell to his feet with a splash.

It no longer looks like rain, but is mixed with the color of oil paint, gray, dark, and bleak, dyeing that small piece of carpet into a dirty color in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was shocked.

Could it be... their previous guess was wrong? Are all efforts in vain?

"Zi...Zi Zi..."

The overhead lights suddenly flickered fiercely.

The light was bright and dark, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the room became cold and humid.

Bai Xue paused, as if sensing something, she turned her head to look in the direction of the oil painting.

Wen Jianyan followed his gaze and looked over.

Under the eerie flickering lights, a pair of wet footprints appeared without warning in front of the oil painting frame.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he felt a chill behind him.

When he was in a daze, the wet footprints became more and more.

like...

Something soaked in water, invisible and shadowless, is moving forward slowly and stiffly.

The distance is shortening.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the cold air cut the skin like a knife, bringing intense pain.

There was a damp smell of rainwater in the air, and a subtle, rotting corpse-like stench.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The interval between each step seemed to be calculated, without any change at all, walking towards this direction step by step.

"Go!"

Wen Jianyan hurriedly shouted in a low voice.

Several other people also woke up from a dream. They and Wen Jianyan hurriedly backed away, staring at the wet footprints, and quickly retreated towards the main entrance of the hotel room.

There was only a "click" sound, and the door closed in front of the eyes of several people.

They stood in the brightly lit corridor, pale and breathing heavily.

Wen Jianyan's hand was tightly grasping the doorknob, and his palm was slippery and sticky. He took a deep breath slowly, raised his eyes, and looked at the old-fashioned logo on the door.

My heart was pounding, and it sounded very loud to my ears.

Under his steadfast gaze, the light of [Do Not Disturb] slowly lit up.

This is the signal.

Signals that the room is occupied.

They did succeed.

This shows that their initial guess was correct, which is indeed what the rules want them to do.

But Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

Because it also means that the safety and calm before the hotel is indeed real.

Because it is [empty].

But now, under the guidance of the rules, they personally "welcome" a ghost into the originally empty Xingxing Hotel.

That is to say...

They will personally turn this place into a terrifying purgatory full of dangers.

Chapter end