Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 310

Chapter Three Hundred and Ten

Wen Jianyan walked forward step by step in the rain.

The further he walked, the slower his speed became, his limbs seemed to be dragging a thousand weights, each step was more difficult and heavier than the previous one.

Soon, Wen Jianyan could see the location of the "hole" with the naked eye.

The light rain fell down in a patter, and the wet clothes clinged to the body, and every second became heavier than the last.

Wen Jianyan knew clearly that this heaviness was not caused by the rain.

Even if he didn't take the initiative to look at it, he could still catch a glimpse from the side of the puddle with his peripheral vision, the rapidly increasing number of pale corpses on his body, layers upon layers of broken bodies pressing on his body, glowing with a strange blue-white color , in the slightly fluctuating two waters, it is particularly oozing, and today's scalp is numb

…Soon.

Coming soon.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were fixed on the front, and his breathing was disordered.

Only a few steps away from him, an obvious hollow can be seen, which is particularly abrupt in the dense rain.

Obviously, it also "discovered" Wen Jianyan who was approaching.

The water surface reflects the blurred figures of the residents.

It stopped walking towards Chen Mo and the others, and in the mirror disturbed by the rain, the blurred and pale face with strangely raised mouth turned towards Wen Jianyan.

There are still ten steps left.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and glanced at the handle of the umbrella in his hand.

The bluish-white female hand has gradually become clear, and there is a faint smell of corpses floating in the humid air, which is very close to the state of the last time.

It shouldn't be long before the spiritual attack using the umbrella as the medium is about to start.

Wen Jianyan's fingers hanging by his side twitched slightly due to nervousness.

hold on.

There must be no problem.

After all, about ten minutes ago, he personally verified the feasibility of this countermeasure. As long as he grasped the time well, theoretically speaking, he could repeat the previous success.

All that needs to be done now is to get close enough - and then put the umbrella over it.

Of course, just in case, Wen Jianyan is also prepared to deal with shocks at any time, as soon as any unexpected danger occurs, he will immediately activate the living (Holy Infant Remains) item and use its invincible duration Save your life.

Although the whole process sounded very simple, Wen Jianyan didn't know the bottom line.

This time there are too many variables.

Even though he had personally implemented it once before, he was still not absolutely sure of success this time.

It's getting closer.

There are five final steps left.

The cold rain poured down from the sky, weaving a gloomy and depressing gray space.

On the ground, only the young man walks alone...

However, as long as someone looks down at the water on the ground, they will see a chilling picture.

Countless pale and blue corpses are piled up, like another terrifying and distorted alienated world, imprisoned under the water surface, yearning to infiltrate all the time, exuding endless malice.

The "hole" in the rain is close at hand, and the temperature around him seems to have dropped to freezing point, and the cold and rancid smell lingers in the air.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill on his back, and his hair stood on end. Physiological fear began to stir, and his tense nerves screamed, warning of the coming danger.

This feeling is very familiar, almost the same as last time.

It's scary, but it's still manageable.

There are three steps left.

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The last two steps.

action!

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, his slender legs were slightly bent, like a tight bowstring, and his muscles tightened—the next second, his body briefly overcame the weight of the corpse on his body. The stringed arrows, rush forward!

It's just that while breathing, the small half of the human skin umbrella has already blocked the top of the hole.

It worked almost immediately.

Under the umbrella, the "guest" paused slightly, as if he had fallen into a moment of stagnation.

Everything is as expected!

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up, and he was about to go all out and continue to cause conflicts between media and media.

However, as the umbrella tilted, half of his outstretched arms were reflected on the surface of a small puddle beside him—at that moment, under the water surface, several pale arms stretched out from a place beyond his sight, and landed heavily. grabbed his arm

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Even though he thought that his physical strength was not bad, even so, his outstretched arms could not withstand such a sudden heavy pressure.

His elbow bent down uncontrollably, and his figure couldn't help but staggered, and he stepped into the nearby water pool—under the turbid and chaotic water, a pale and swollen face was faintly visible.

Wen Jianyan looked down in astonishment.

It turned out to be the former captain of the black team...!

Across the slightly swaying water surface, his facial features appeared distorted and alienated, with a bit of strange strangeness.

The corners of the mouth were raised high, fixed on a treacherous arc, a pair of bluish-white fingers stretched out from the water, grabbed Wen Jianyan's ankle, and continued to pull him down.

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"Ah, why is this happening? Generally speaking, the floating corpses of these dead anchors would attack the person holding the painting? Why are they targeting the anchor this time!"

"I guess it's because there are too many layers of cursing clothes on him, and there are paintings, umbrellas, and the distance to the residents is the shortest among all of them."

"That's right, these things can't be seen without a medium. The anchor has the most media in the audience right now. It's strange if he doesn't get targeted." Sure enough, the more layers of curses stacked, the more The greater the certainty factor, even if there is no error in every link, something will still happen..."

Almost instantly, Wen Jianyan's figure dropped by half.

Stumbling, the half-delivered human leather umbrella in his hand instantly tilted and moved away from the "hole".

Almost as soon as the human skin umbrella was moved away, the "hole" under the umbrella immediately started to move again.

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There was a slight sound of heavy footsteps that could hardly be heard.

Behind, Huang Mao, who was always watching this direction, took a sharp breath and couldn't help screaming: "Be careful!"

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt cold.

very cold.

That kind of coldness didn't come from the temperature on the same side, but the icy coldness coming from the cracks in the bones, as if to freeze the soul together—Wen Jianyan could almost hear the sound of his own blood congealing, the The fingers seemed to be frozen, the height of the fingertips was slightly numb, and they couldn't even bend or stretch.

Oops.

In this case, there is no way to activate the props!

Within the line of sight, a blurry silhouette of a human figure gradually emerged in the [empty space] in front of him, and Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end in an instant.

He knew that the reason why they could not see the appearance of the "guests" before was because they were not in the same space, but now, [seeing this itself means... For him, two worlds The border of the house is gradually becoming blurred, so he can see where the "guests" are.

The frozen face twitched slightly, slowly pulled to the sides in the low temperature—

As if to make him make a [smile] expression.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan was never so clearly aware of one point:

Props must be activated.

Immediately, now, immediately.

otherwise…

He might actually die.

Chen Mo and Yun Bilan in the distance were startled when they heard Huang Mao's screams, and turned their heads suddenly to look in the direction where Wen Jianyan was now. They realized the seriousness of the problem almost instantly.

Wen Jianyan is now at a critical juncture of life and death.

...bad!

There was no need to think, and there was no time to communicate, the two of them made the same move without thinking——

They threw open their umbrellas, stepped into the water, opened their arms in the rain, jumped vigorously, and shouted hoarsely:

"Hello! "

"Stupid! look here! ! "

The moment the two of them took the initiative to reveal their positions, the footsteps of the "guest" froze for a moment and did not move forward.

It's two to one now.

In the reflection of the slightly rippling water surface, that pale and fuzzy face slowly turned and [looked] in the direction of Chen Moyun and Bilan.

Wen Jianyan was still cold.

However, the tugging feeling on the face was obviously relieved, the temperature of the body seemed to have recovered slightly, and the fingers seemed to be no longer stiff.

But for him, this does not represent the lifting of the crisis.

Wen Jianyan's eyes turned slightly to the side.

Under the umbrella, a pale and blue side face of a woman gradually emerged.

As if sensing Wen Jianyan's gaze, the woman turned her head slightly and [looked] in his direction without warning.

Its facial features are very vague, and the only thing that is clear is the raised and stiff corners of the mouth.

However, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel the emotionless [staring] with pure coldness and malice. At that moment, he only felt his scalp go numb and his whole body tremble.

—The time for the ghost under the umbrella to wake up is coming soon.

And this curse will not be transferred due to the actions of Yun Bilan and Chen Mo.

The bell of death is approaching.

"Da da."

The resident under the rain turned around stiffly and slowly, as if it was about to change direction, and turned towards Chen Mo and Yun Bilan.

Wen Jianyan's brain was spinning rapidly.

Do you want to activate the item now?

But in that case, he will miss the crucial opportunity.

He still remembered that, in the puddle outside the door on the second floor, there were two umbrellas that the black team could no longer use, and there were blue and black statues on the handles of the umbrellas—they obviously didn't expect Xianer Yongmei Jie The conflict between them resolved the crisis, but those two were still unusable.

Including the umbrella he used to restrict the movement of "residents", it also quickly turned black and rotted, and was completely damaged soon.

That is to say, [Umbrella], as a medium, also has restrictions on its use.

If he activates the item, he will wear the title of Mother of the World and gain short-term invincibility.

Then, the moment he activates the item, [Umbrella] will most likely lose its target and become invalid.

...In that case, his previous efforts would be in vain.

Wen Jianyan stared at the back of the "guest".

At the end of the direction it is facing, there are two figures of Chen Mo and Yu Bilan—they threw away the umbrella and entered the water. Because they carried the [painting] on their bodies, their movements quickly became slow and heavy, and their bodies also had Tendency to be dragged down by objects in the water.

The floating corpse that had been clutching Wen Jianyan's ankle before gradually dived, and its figure gradually became blurred.

If Wen Jianyan's guess is correct, it shouldn't be long before it will go to the real oil painting bearer.

——In this case, they are absolutely unable to escape the attack of "residents".

Rather than sit and wait.

Better to give it a go.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind.

A pair of amber pupils flickered with a fierce fire that seemed to be able to burn everything dry.

Hanging by his side, his slightly trembling fingers tightened abruptly, giving up the preparation to activate the props.

Fuck it, fight it!

not far away.

Chen Mo and Yun Bilan soon learned the price of putting all their eggs in one basket.

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Because of their reckless behavior, they soon found themselves in danger.

Under the surface of the water, countless pale and swollen floating corpses approached, with strange smiles on their faces, stretched out blue and white cold fingers, grabbed their ankles and calves, and pulled them towards the water with an irresistible force and speed. go.

"Damn, let go!"

Yun Bilan gritted her teeth, cursed irritably, trying to break free from the floating corpse's hand, but soon, the next hand stretched out, as if she was stuck in a deep swamp, and the sinking trend was unstoppable.

The situation on Chen Mo's side was even worse.

Because...【painting】is on him.

In just a few seconds, more than half of his body was immersed in the icy rainwater. Under the water were countless pale and terrifying corpses, with bleak smiles, stretching out their hands towards him.

Chen Mo struggled hard, struggling with those terrifying things, but he was still pulled down, and more and more cold and pale arms grabbed him.

At this moment, a cold and hoarse voice came from the side:

"painting."

Chen Mo was taken aback, and turned his head to look.

The young man stood in the rain, lowered his bloodless, pale face, stared at Chen Mo with a pair of strangely black pupils, stretched out his hand to him, and said:

"Drawing, give it to me."

Chen Mo just woke up like a dream.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, and handed over the rain-soaked canvas.

Bai Xue, who has always been on the edge of the team, except for giving advice occasionally, has never tried to participate in all this from the beginning...

For the first time, I took the initiative to take over the painting.

He slightly raised his expressionless, pale and cold face like a puppet, and his eyes fell on the void above Wen Jianyan's head, as if he was watching something that no one else could see.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt that the heavy weight that had been hanging on her body seemed to disappear.

He was slightly taken aback.

However, Wen Jianyan no longer had time to think carefully about the reasons.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the "guest" whose back was facing him. His body without weight was as light as a swallow's feather, and he strode forward—

In the next second, the human skin umbrella hung upright above the hollow.

The "guest" stopped in his tracks.

In the pool of water on the ground, two vague figures could be vaguely seen standing stiffly under the suspended umbrella.

Cold, weird, and motionless.

...it worked.

The moment she realized this, Wen Jianyan felt that her body seemed to be drained of strength. If she hadn't been holding on with one breath, she might have fallen directly into the rain.

It's a pity that he has no time to get tired and rest now.

There were less than two minutes left before the end.

"Quick! Keep going!!"

Wen Jianyan raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, raised his voice, and ran towards his teammates, shouting as he ran:

"The time is almost up! Hurry up!"

Yun Bilan broke free from the shackles of the corpse, picked up the human skin umbrella that she had just dropped from the ground, and dragged Chen Mo out of the puddle.

In the distance, Huang Mao ran from the direction of the door. As the only person with excellent eyesight who had never been entangled by any corpses, his speed was very fast.

Wen Jianyan also ran here at the moment.

He grabbed Bai Xue's collar with one hand, pulled him out of the water, snatched the canvas from his hand with the other hand, raised his hand suddenly, and threw it in the direction of Huang Mao:

"then!!"

Raindrops poured down from overhead.

In this way, a group of people dragged me, I pulled you, pulled each other with difficulty, and finally staggered and stumbled into the door.

The moment they fell on the carpet, the lights in the corridor "snaked" on, and at the same time, the open oil painting door closed behind them and stuck to the wall tightly.

In the closed and dead hotel room, everyone's rapid and chaotic breathing echoed.

Wen Jianyan let go of his hand, slowly got up from the carpet, then staggered to the side, leaning on the wall with one hand, arching his back—

"Ouch! "

Water droplets dripped down the tail of his hair, his face was soaked pale by the cold rain, only the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red from suffocation, and his wet face was clinging to his body, making him look more vulnerable, miserable and pitiful .

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"Oh oh oh!"

"It's been a long time since I saw the anchor vomit!!"

"Hahahahahaha, every time the anchor retches, the live broadcast room is filled with joyful atmosphere. "

"The anchor was really pitiful when he was persecuted, so cute."

Huang Mao also stood up unsteadily.

In his hands, the oil painting turned into raindrops dripping from between his fingers like last time, leaving a wet mark on the carpet.

Chen Mo took a breath and said incoherently:

"Come on... I, let's leave this room. "

According to the previous experience, shortly after the noodles were brought into the Xingwang Hotel, the guests would move in soon. Although, according to their previous training, the guests would probably not attack them, but even so, they did not People are willing to personally verify whether this clear test is reliable.

In any case, it is still best to get out of here as soon as possible.

Yun Bilan was so tired that she didn't want to talk, she nodded, and while walking forward, she even grabbed Wen Jianyan who was still retching, and dragged him stumbling towards the door.

Soon, the group left the room.

The door of the hotel room closed behind them, and the small "Do Not Disturb" light symbolizing the occupancy of the guests was lit up, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark and narrow corridor.

Chen Mo raised his eyes and looked towards the door in front of him.

On the slightly faded house number, several numbers [425] can be seen. He took a step back and looked at the house numbers on the next few doors.

Except for the house number [425], all other house numbers are connected. And all are on the first floor.

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Chen Mo frowned, feeling his nerves tense again.

Like Wen Jianji Heyue, they returned to the Xingwang Hotel through another door in Mingliang Town, and they were indeed able to get rid of the previous situation of being chased by a "guest", but what is the problem... Although the return is Coming back is coming back, but they are still too much at the center of the enemy camp, which means that the crisis they are facing now has not been resolved.

No matter what, you have to get out of here quickly.

Now is a good time.

The lights in the corridor have just been turned on, and it may take some time for the other teams to leave the room. Therefore, they had better use this window to quickly leave the first floor and return to their third or fourth floors.

"Captain, hurry up, we should go."

Chen Mo walked over and helped Wen Jianyan from Yun Bilan's hand, "Which direction should we go next?"

Among them, the only one who can remember the map with a photographic memory is Wen Jianyan.

"Then...there..."

Wen Jianyan raised his pale face, looked around firmly with straight eyes, then raised his hand and pointed in one of the directions.

His voice fluttered, "Then turn left...there is the fire escape."

"good."

Chen Mo nodded, half dragged and half dragged Wen Jianyan who hadn't fully recovered, greeted the others, and walked towards the direction he just pointed.

Everyone knew the urgency of the situation and acted quickly and silently.

Bai Xue followed behind everyone silently.

He lowered his head expressionlessly, just like at the beginning, followed them without saying a word.

Although with this team

Action, but he is always like a shadow, silent, silent, not speaking, not acting, not interfering.

Bai Xue lowered her head, her expression indifferent.

In the dungeon, he basically rarely intervenes—even if the crisis the other party encounters comes from him.

But this time, he broke his behavior pattern in a rare way.

But to be precise, this is not a shot.

As long as Bai Xue thinks about it, the intervention he can make is far better than the simple thing of "receiving the painting"... But he didn't do anything, just took the painting.

Bai Xue didn't care about the lives of these people.

He doesn't care about the outcome of this confrontation, no matter who dies, it has nothing to do with him.

he just...

curious.

Bai Xue was curious.

Bai Xue raised her dark and treacherous eyes, and silently looked in Wen Jianyan's direction.

The young man was supported by his teammates. Although he also worked very hard to move forward, his legs seemed to be disobedient, and he was always one step behind.

His face was pale and blue, and the vitality lost due to the guest had not yet fully recovered. From time to time, he would cough because of the cold, his dark wet hair stuck to his cheeks, and it was wet from head to toe, looking like It was a small animal that fell into the water, weak and pathetic.

In any case, it is impossible to tell that this is actually a person who miraculously survived without using any props and talents under the triple curse.

What is the probability?

Bai Xue silently retracted her gaze, and once again lowered her eyes expressionlessly.

Perhaps it was because the lights had not been turned on for a long time, the first floor of Xingwang Hotel seemed very quiet, but this did not change the fact that this was the hinterland of Black Fang.

Under Wen Jianyan's guidance, the group found the fire escape smoothly.

Not daring to delay, they quickly walked into the stairwell and climbed up the stairs.

first floor.

second floor.

After passing the second floor, everyone was visibly relieved.

Just go up one more floor and they will be on the third floor.

And that place belonged to the Red Fang, and they no longer needed to be as worried as they were just now.

Just as they were about to continue upward, suddenly, there was a sound of downward footsteps overhead.

Someone is walking down the stairs?

Is it the red team?

Or…

Everyone was startled, they looked at each other, and saw the same look of surprise in each other's eyes.

Wen Jianyan broke free from Chen Mo's support, looked up to the top of his head, his light-colored eyes shimmered in the dark, he raised a finger, pressed it on his pale lips, and made a soundless " Shhh" action.

Everyone held their breath and fell silent.

The team upstairs didn't seem to notice them, they were talking to each other in a low voice, Wen Jianyan listened carefully, and soon caught a familiar voice.

Very polite, low and polite voice.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

He has heard the voice.

Before entering the copy of [Prosperous Hotel], more importantly...he heard this voice in the [Secret Council].

—Tenth on the ranking list, the vice president of the oracle, code-named gentleman.

In other words, the team upstairs has numbers eight and ten at the same time!

That's why, they didn't meet the gentleman's team on the first and second floors before, not because of luck...but because they also chose this time to go to the third and fourth floors, the red side's territory to investigate!

And now, the journeys between them have miraculously overlapped.

one up.

one down.

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