Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 330

Chapter 330

Wen Jianyan raised his hand to touch the mask on his face.

It sits against the face for a very quirky touch.

From a distance, it looks hard and pale, with a texture like ceramics. However, after actually using it, you will find that this mask is actually as soft as human skin, and it is cold and tightly attached to the skin of the face, leaving no trace. A small gap always gives people an illusion that they want to merge with it in the next second, which is very weird and makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The sound of breathing was muffled in the mask, echoing in the ears.

It's barely smooth.

Looking out through the mask, the whole world seems to have changed.

Outside the window, the cold rain fell drop by drop. The corpses, who were standing upright on the street with their backs to each other, suddenly turned into a state of facing them directly after they put on their masks.

There were strange smiles on each of the stiff and pale faces, and the sockets of the eyes were dark, like two empty holes, and they looked over absently.

However, unlike just now, they are just watching now, but they don't take any action.

The beating heartbeat gradually stabilized like a drum.

"Let's go."

Wen Jianyan heaved a sigh of relief, and heard himself say it in a muffled voice.

"This time, we should be able to continue down this street."

After speaking, he took a step forward and walked towards the door.

The rest of the people looked at each other and followed cautiously.

There was a dead silence in the ear, only the sound of the rain falling, the pattering sound.

The corpses stood motionless in place, turning their heads slowly as they moved, with pale faces facing them directly, and pairs of dark eyes staring at them in unison, looking at them. It was creepy, and everyone involuntarily raised their hearts.

The distance is pulled in a little bit.

They could clearly see the veins on the corpse's pale face, and they could even smell the strong, putrid smell mixed with rainwater from the corpse. Their nerves screamed in fear, and the hairs on their backs stood on end.

One step, two steps, three steps, and finally - pass by.

Although they had already crossed the crowd of corpses, the silent, emotionless, empty sight was like a needle piercing their backs, like some kind of invisible urging, which made them involuntarily speed up their pace.

Finally, they were away from the corpses.

Feeling the dissipation of the rancid smell, everyone couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief under the mask.

I don't know if it's because of wearing a mask, but the street in front of me seems to have a subtle change from before.

The sky was already gloomy before, but now it is even more pitch black like ink stains.

Everyone remained silent and continued to move forward.

Unlike the last time, this time, the corpses on the road did not disappear. Instead, as they advanced, the number gradually increased.

They stood stiffly on the street, their pale faces staring at them silently.

Visibility has decreased.

The edge of the line of sight is almost completely shrouded in boundless darkness, only the bluestone path under the feet and the shops with closed doors on both sides can barely be seen.

The rain is still falling continuously, the street ahead seems to become wider, and the distance between the two sides is gradually widening.

The street scene on both sides is very strange.

It was a street scene they had never seen since they set foot on this street.

Every detail that they could see told them that, just like what Wen Jianyan said, this time, they did not enter the cycle of ghosts beating the wall again, but actually moved forward.

The further you go, the more desolate the scene on both sides of the street becomes.

The originally densely populated houses on both sides gradually became sparser, and in the gaps between the houses, one can vaguely glimpse a little bit of boundless barren land.

And further away...

Huang Mao squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see something clearly, and subconsciously took a step towards the side.

However, just as he took a step, a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him back violently.

Huangmao shuddered, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

It's Wen Jianyan.

Through the bloodless mask with fuzzy facial features, through the two holes in the eyes, one can vaguely see those warm light brown eyes.

The other party's familiar voice sounded

"Don't."

As he spoke, Wen Jianyan pointed down.

Huangmao looked in the direction of Wen Jianyan's finger.

On the wet and hard bluestone road, he could vaguely see half a yellow-brown footprint in front of him, as if he stepped back on the soil and left it immediately.

The moment he saw that footprint, Huang Mao couldn't help but stand on end.

The size of that footprint...

is his own.

Obviously this road looks so wide in front of them, and they are walking in the middle of the road, far away from both sides of the road, and Huang Mao just walked a step towards the side...

However, with that small narrow step, he actually left the seemingly spacious road under his feet and stepped into the dirt outside. If Wen Jianyan hadn't caught him in time, otherwise, Huangmao had no doubts, My next step would be to completely leave this path and directly enter another world.

Under the mask, Huang Mao's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Wen Jianyan said in a low voice, "Don't leave the main road."

Huangmao nodded vigorously.

Only then did Wen Jianyan let go of his hand.

According to his previous guesses, the reason why they couldn't find the painting shop was not because they went the wrong way, but because they were still human, and the only ones who could reach the area in the painting were ghosts.

Well, this means that after leaving the second shop, the path they will take next will gradually depart from the so-called "human world".

In the copy of Changsheng Building, Wen Jianyan used various details to peel off a certain truth about "reality".

The reality they live in and know is like the crust of the earth, just a shallow layer of the whole world.

And below that, there is a bottomless endless unknown.

If we say that Changsheng Building is the outermost guardrail to prevent overflowing ghosts from escaping into the world, then Xingwang Hotel is the road leading to the inner side.

This bluestone road was built by humans, and walking on it can barely be considered safe for the time being, but if you leave this road...

What might happen after that is hard to say.

Therefore, after leaving the mask shop, Wen Jianyan always maintained his vigilance at the highest level, because he knew a long time ago that in the dungeon world, seeing is rarely believing.

So, just now, he was keenly aware that after taking that step, Huang Mao's figure suddenly became unreal, as if it would disappear in the next second, so Wen Jianyan immediately stretched out his hand and urgently pulled him away. Pulled back.

"What did you see just now?" Wen Jianyan asked.

Huangmao swallowed, and replied in a difficult voice, "I, I don't know, but..."

He paused, panting under the mask, trembling slightly

"Like, grave."

Wen Jianyan was startled.

…grave?

However, now does not seem to be the time to ponder these questions.

He quickly came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the other team members, and warned, "Don't look out of the road, and don't be attracted by things outside the road. Our destination is the painting shop. Apart from that, we must focus on nothing else, understand ?"

Several other people in the team were also frightened by what happened to Huang Mao just now.

They nodded one after another, cheered up 1.2 million points, followed behind Wen Jianyan, and continued to walk forward.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked back, and looked forward.

So... if they entered the town from room 329, can they find the painting shop directly through the passage?

Or…

Will he die because he directly enters the ghost beast?

Wen Jianyan still does not know the answer to this question.

But he always felt that things would not be as simple as guessed.

He restrained his somewhat divergent thoughts, took a step forward, and continued to walk forward with full concentration.

The further you go, the more eerie the atmosphere on the street becomes.

Originally, there were only a few sporadic corpses gradually increasing. What's worse, the newly added corpses are no longer just those who are standing still, and there are even some who can move.

They wandered slowly on the street with stiff and slow steps, like wandering souls without sanity and purpose, walking aimlessly.

Wen Jianyan and his party had to keep an eye on the movements around them as they moved forward to avoid being bumped into by these things.

Although they seem to have not noticed their existence now, it is uncertain whether things will be as calm as they are now after being touched.

However, the only good news is that since they entered the real road, even though they walked in the rain for a longer time than before, the human leather clothes they wore never woke up again. signs.

It was also difficult for Wen Jianyan to explain why.

It may be that they have entered the other world, so they naturally lost their effectiveness as a medium connecting the other world with the human world. It may also be because they wore masks and were judged as "ghosts" instead of "humans". , the human leather garment will naturally fail.

Of course, maybe these factors work together.

But in any case, this is at least a rare good phenomenon.

The houses on both sides of the road became more and more scattered.

There is a large section of blank space beside the Qingshiban Road. Beyond the blank space, there is brownish-yellow soil, and the area beyond is almost completely covered by darkness. Perhaps only a visual talent like Huangmao can know what is outside. However, in this case, he obviously did not dare to use his talent.

After all, the Qingshiban road is already dangerous enough, but the danger outside the road is even more dangerous.

If you're not careful, you could be doomed.

Suddenly, in the blank space ahead, a complete house appeared without warning.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

Huang Mao exclaimed in his ear, "Yes, it's a painting shop!"

Although they had already made similar psychological preparations, when the speculation in their hearts was suddenly confirmed, everyone couldn't help being shocked.

After walking all the way, when they saw the real painting shop appearing in front of them, it was also difficult for them to tell whether they were pleasantly surprised and relaxed, or fearful and cringing.

"Walk."

Wen Jianyan gave an order, and the group speeded up and walked towards the painting shop.

Soon, the whole picture of the painting shop appeared in front of them.

Except that the surrounding area is empty and there are no other buildings, this painting store looks exactly like the building depicted in the oil painting in 329.

The slightly skewed roof, the mottled walls of white paint, the closed old gate, and the sign hanging above it has been eroded by the rain and looked very vague.

Three large characters can be vaguely seen on it

Frame shop.

Other than that, there is no other logo.

It looked very quiet, almost indistinguishable from other buildings on the entire street. The windows were dark, and it was almost impossible to see anything inside.

The door was closed, but it looked like it was unlocked, as if it could be opened inward with a slight push.

However, the sense of oppression brought by this building is far better than other things on the whole street.

Everyone standing in front of the door couldn't help but feel a little terrified.

"This is it." Wen Jianyan said slowly.

Chen Mo nodded, took the lead, and walked towards the door of the painting shop.

He stretched out his hand, ready to raise his hand to push open the door.

The others watched his movements closely and held their breath slightly.

Chen Mo's fingers were a little pale in the rain, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly approached the door—

Twenty centimeters, fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters—

"team leader…"

"team leader!"

Huangmao's voice was almost screaming.

He grabbed Wen Jianyan's arm, "Back, back!"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

A creepy scene suddenly appeared in front of them, making their hair stand on end in an instant.

The street seemed to have come to a standstill.

All the walking corpses stopped, just like those standing upright, they all turned their heads in unison to look in this direction. There was nothing in their dark eye sockets, and they were silently watching them.

Under the gaze of countless pale faces, a strong sense of crisis suddenly hit their hearts, making them feel cold all over.

"Crack."

At this moment, a thin, slight voice sounded.

The voice was so soft that it was almost completely covered by the surrounding rain, but it was caught by Wen Jianyan. He suddenly turned his head to look in Chen Mo's direction, carefully looking for the source of the voice.

It's a mask.

I don't know when it started, a thin crack suddenly appeared on the mask on Chen Mo's face. The crack was very small, and it was particularly conspicuous on the pale and smooth mask.

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something was wrong, "Chen Mo, come back!"

Chen Mo didn't look back.

The wind rises.

The human leather coat on Chen Mo's body was slightly rolled up by the wind, and the shadow folds on it gradually took on an inexplicable shape similar to a human face, and a rancid smell gradually came out, which became more pungent in the rainy weather, but Chen Mo didn't seem to notice it, and still stretched out his hand towards the door.

The last three centimeters left.

not good!

"return!!"

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and stepped forward with a sudden stride.

The moment he walked to the door, a strange, dizzy feeling hit him, making his consciousness suddenly blurred for a moment, as if there was only one thought left in his mind

open the door.

In the next second, the area near the hip bone suddenly heated up.

Wen Jianyan suddenly woke up like a dream.

"The door cannot be opened yet!!"

He firmly grabbed Chen Mo's arm and dragged him back.

After leaving the door of the painting shop, those countless sights falling on them disappeared.

The corpse with a strange smile on its face started sleepwalking again, wandering around the street stiffly and slowly, no longer paying attention to them.

The group of people pushed to a safe distance a little further away, panting a little.

Chen Mo turned his head, showing a somewhat dazed expression, "Just...what happened just now?"

Wen Jianyan took a breath, let go of Chen Mo's hand

"You are trapped."

Even he almost fell for it.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, and quietly pressed on her side.

Quiet.

"If this happens every time, then, wouldn't we have no way to open this door?" Huangmao beside him asked in shock.

Wen Jianyan put down his hand, he pondered for a while, then slowly said word by word

"I don't think so."

Chen Mo stood up unsteadily, turned to look at Wen Jianyan, "What did you think of?"

"I guess... the rule should be the other way around."

He pointed to the mask on Chen Mo's face.

A thin crack appeared on the surface of the pale ceramic mask.

"Instead? What do you mean?"

Everyone was startled.

"This is a street that only ghosts can set foot on, but..."

Wen Jianyan looked in the direction of the painting shop.

Not far away, the house was still standing there quietly, with the door half-closed, as if it could be opened with a light push.

What just happened flashed through my mind.

As Chen Mo gradually approached, the mask with cracks appeared, and the human leather clothes that started to make trouble again turned their attention to their ghost group again.

No step means one thing...

The judgment of Chen Mo himself has gradually changed from "ghost" to "human".

That is to say...

Wen Jianyan slowly expressed his conclusion, "I think that is a door that only humans can open."

Chapter end