Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 312

Chapter 313

After listening to what Wen Jianyan said, the other members of the team were stunned.

…What? sleep?

at this time?

While everyone was stunned, the young man standing in the corridor turned around naturally and walked into the room.

They watched Wen Jianyan pass by him in a daze, and walked straight to the big bed in the middle of the room.

no?

Is he really going to rest at this time!

Yun Bilan, Chen Mo and the others looked at each other in surprise, and after a moment of hesitation, hurriedly followed Wen Jianyan's pace.

Wen Jianyan stood still by the bed, he raised his eyes, and his eyes naturally fell on the oil painting facing the big bed.

Inside is still a disturbing picture, although it is very different from the previous paintings on the first and fourth floors, but it is also gloomy, damp, full of weird and ominous atmosphere.

Although they were forced to hide in this room because they were being chased by the opposing team, this was after all the first room they entered after leaving the rainy town.

This also means that this will be the next [door] for them to enter the rainy town.

Sleeping in front of such a painting is a great psychological test for everyone.

However, this is also two hours later.

Wen Jianyan looked away and sighed silently.

He put his wet coat on the back of a chair beside him, then turned directly onto the bed.

At this moment, several other people in the team also walked in from the door.

They stared at Wen Jianyan on the bed, showing a look of confusion, Yun Bilan frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Wait a minute, what are you..."

Wen Jianyan was not ready to explain.

Because the explanation is also unclear.

"Is the door closed?" he asked.

After Chen Mo, the others stepped forward, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Very well, I should sleep for a while now," Wen Jianyan said, "You guys help me watch the wind, be careful, and don't wake me up unless there is something unexpected and critical."

To be honest, Wen Jianyan didn't know if he could be woken up in that state.

After all, this wasn't really a rest in the first place, but to others, he looked as if he was asleep.

Chen Mo: "How long are you going to rest?"

"I am not sure as well."

Wen Jianyan shrugged: "But I will as soon as possible."

He also didn't want to stay in that space with Wu Zhu for too long.

The best situation is that the other party is now in a rational state of "remembering everything", he gets the news from the other party's mouth, and then leaves as quickly as possible.

But in case it wasn't...

He is about to get ready to use planb.

Several people looked at each other and nodded:

"good."

Although they didn't know why Wen Jianyan proposed the idea of ​​"resting" under such circumstances, he must have his own reasons and considerations. Since Wen Jianyan didn't say anything, they weren't going to ask.

Several people dispersed and went to guard the entrance.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and lay down without taking off her shoes.

Although the lights in the hotel are now on, it does not mean that there will be no accidents during this period of time, so even if he is going to "sleep" next, he must be prepared to stand up and run at any time .

He hid the blade in his palm, cut his fingertips stealthily and nimbly, and smeared the blood on the Ouroboros ring lightly.

The warm and viscous liquid was sucked up by the cold and heavy metal in an instant.

In the shadow that no one can see, in the eyeballs of Ouroboros, a strange red light is fleeting.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Then, it seemed like only a few seconds passed.

It seems like a century has passed.

I don't know when it started, the surrounding voices disappeared.

The rustling sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the carpet, and the secret sound of breathing of other people in the room have completely disappeared without knowing it, as if there is only one person left in this world, a dead silence.

It's time.

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up from the bed and looked around.

After seeing the surrounding scene clearly, Wen Jianyan involuntarily showed a look of astonishment.

The difference from the anchor hall before is that there, the furniture and the surrounding environment have not changed in any way, but the shadows are diffuse, as if covered with a filter.

but here...

It's a whole different world.

The old wallpaper, which was clean at first, now looks horrible, dilapidated, incomplete, with cracks bursting out, and dark and damp water stains seep from the cracks, flowing down the wall, leaving a There were water marks, and all the other furniture in the room were rotten and rotten, lying crookedly on the ground.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water droplets echoed in the room, appearing hollow and monotonous.

the most important is…

The huge oil painting frame facing the bed has disappeared, leaving only a dark, eerie hole with no bottom inside, as if leading to a terrifying different space, as if just watching, as if will be sucked into it.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help being surprised.

how so?

He looked back and rolled over from the bed.

In the next second, there was only a clatter, and a wave of wetness spread from the soles of the feet.

Wen Jianyan was surprised.

He lowered his head and looked at his feet.

Only then did he realize that the floor of the entire room was covered with cold water, unknowingly covering the back of his feet.

Perhaps because there was no light, the water surface was pitch black and nothing could be reflected.

Wen Jianyan was dripping water and walked towards the oil painting.

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The closer you get to the big dark hole, the lower the surrounding temperature, as if a cold wind is sent from the dark hole, making your scalp numb and your hair stand on end.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed his hand on the wall with one hand, and leaned forward carefully—

"Clang."

Subtle metal clashes sounded behind him.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and suddenly turned her head to look behind her.

In the next second, a gust of cold wind hit, a big cold and strong hand grabbed his neck, and the other hand grabbed his wrist, endless darkness hit and wrapped around his body. On the body, pull him back!

Wen Jianyan staggered and lost his focus.

He only heard a sound of "crash", and his whole body was pushed down into the icy water.

Above the head, a pair of brilliant golden eyes shimmered strangely in the darkness, silently and condescendingly looking down at him.

Oh shit.

From the looks of it, the other party obviously still maintains the state of losing rational thinking when they met last time. Compared with a person with intelligence, he is more like a beast driven by instinct.

Wen Jianyan clenched his teeth.

It seemed that his previous idea of ​​a quick fix could not be achieved.

Wen Jianyan raised his head with difficulty, his chest heaved rapidly, he raised his hand suddenly, grabbed the cold wrist that was clasped around his throat, and groped for the cold metal chain with his fingers, his hoarse voice seemed to come from Squeezed out between teeth:

"let go."

There seemed to be infinite power in his voice, and the ending echoed in the narrow room.

Clang.

Accompanied by the clear sound of metal clashing, the cold fingers clasped around his throat seemed to be split apart by some invisible force, and loosened little by little until they were removed from his throat.

Wen Jianyan was panting, and finally broke free from the opponent's restraint, and stood up unsteadily.

The shirt, which was almost dried out by body temperature before, became wet again, the neckline was torn and messed up, the thin fabric was tightly stuck to his body, and cold water drops dripped from his hair, making him look very embarrassed.

With one hand, he pushed back the wet hair that was in front of his eyes, while keenly noticing the other party's eagerness to move.

"Don't move."

He gritted his teeth and ordered coldly.

Jingle.

Ouroboros' chains tightened.

The other party was finally honest.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe his wet face, then looked down at the man in front of him.

It's Wu Zhu, that's right.

He was leaning on the edge of the bed, his long black hair slanted down from his shoulders, and above his wrists, he could see the metal shackles made of ouroboros chains, the ends of which disappeared silently in the darkness Among them, it seems to be showing his status as a prisoner.

but…

Those eyes did not match his current situation of being controlled by others.

Golden, like a flame burning in the dark, cold and vigorous.

The eyeballs that seem to be able to ignite everything stared at him motionlessly, slowly moving over his body, sliding down the young man's warm, tight, smooth chest, as if to engulf him with his eyes. Peel it off and taste it from top to bottom.

Just like the last time we met, there was not much rationality in the eyes of the other party, half primitive, half ignorant.

Wen Jianyan squinted his eyes, and stared at the other party without avoiding it. It was like wearing an expressionless mask on his face, and no real emotion could be seen.

After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice:

"So, the runaway isn't over yet, is it?"

Wu Zhu didn't answer.

Of course he won't answer.

After all, his current state is closer to what Wen Jianyan saw in the first copy. Because it is too incomplete, he is only driven by instinct, without the ability to think and speak.

That is to say, no information can be obtained from such a witch candle, nor can any answer be obtained.

He knew it would be like this.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath to suppress the frustration in his heart.

Although I'm used to things not always developing as I expected, but it's really annoying every time it happens.

Fortunately, there are other clues besides the witch candle.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, turned his attention away from Wu Zhu's body, and turned to look at the big hole in the wall.

However, before he could do anything, there was a clanging sound of metal clashing again, as if a trapped beast was tearing at its collar, trying to break free from control.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look in Wu Zhu's direction, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Wait, so you don't want me in?"

Just now, although Wu Zhu had indeed strangled his neck and grabbed his wrist, his purpose was not to "strike", but to pull him back.

Although the actions were violent, the purpose was more to try to keep him away from that place than to vent anger and control.

"What's inside?"

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up, and while asking a question, he stepped forward aggressively: "What does it have to do with this dungeon? What does it have to do with you?"

He had a premonition from just now...

The appearance of this room in the [Dream Space] may be related to the deeper secrets of this dungeon.

Wu Zhu remained silent.

That's right, the other party probably doesn't fully understand what he said now.

But this time, his gaze slipped slightly and landed on Wen Jianyan's chest, revealing a thoughtful expression.

…Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something and glanced down.

The shirt was white, and it was already very thin. Now that it was soaked in cold water, it stuck tightly to his skin, and even faintly revealed a light red that was almost pink.

Wen Jianyan felt a surge of enthusiasm and anger rushing straight to his forehead.

This idiot! ! !

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