Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 332

Chapter 334

In the room, the air fell into an extreme dead silence.

Everyone's eyes fell on the tightly closed door, they held their breath slightly, their nerves tensed to the extreme.

"What's going on?"

Anis looked gloomy and asked in a low voice.

Although the gentleman still had that expression of indifference, the expression in his eyes was also very solemn.

He shook his head slowly, and said in a different voice:

"have no idea."

After hearing this answer, everyone in the black team couldn't help but feel their hearts sink.

Nor did they expect the gentleman to answer in this way.

In the past, he had always been confident, and seemed to know everything that might happen next. This was the first time after entering this dungeon, he would actually give such an answer.

"Duh, duh, duh."

The stiff knock on the door sounded again, breaking the dead silence, echoing in the dimly lit room, making everyone tremble involuntarily.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel...

The interval between the knocks seemed to shorten.

gentleman:"…"

He stared in the direction of the door without saying a word, the expression in his eyes was unpredictable, and it was hard to tell whether it was cloudy or sunny.

…the ghost knocks on the door.

This should never have happened.

This kind of thing completely exceeded all his expectations and deduction, and should never have happened anyway. Even though he had just carefully recalled all his actions so far, he still had no clue.

It was clear that everything was moving forward steadily according to the plan, and their operations hardly made any mistakes, but the strange thing was that such an unreasonable crisis actually appeared in front of them.

My heart sinks like it has no bottom.

The gentleman pursed his lips habitually, and subconsciously rubbed the scraps of paper in his hands, his eyes sparkling.

...Sure enough, I shouldn't be too confident.

Before entering this dungeon, he had already learned a lot of news that other people could not obtain, and after entering the dungeon, relying on information and predictive tools to advance smoothly, perhaps because it was too smooth, so this Maybe it will make him more or less forget...

In any case, here is also a s-level horror copy.

And in such dungeons, any kind of danger is possible, and this illusion of "controlling everything" may eventually make them blind.

"Aggression!"

There was another knock on the door.

This time the sound was even more urgent, and the interval had been shortened to a frightening point.

"Us, what shall we do now?"

One of the black players turned his head to look at his captain, lowered his voice, and asked anxiously.

open the door? Still don't open the door?

Accompanied by the knocking on the door, which gradually became more urgent, this question began to linger in everyone's mind, like the drumbeat of soul-hunting, forcing them to make a quick decision.

"...I have to open it."

Anis looked gloomy, staring at the direction of the door, and said slowly.

The protection rules for this door are still in place today.

When the door is closed, ghosts cannot enter the painting shop, so as long as they stay in the room, they are safe, but the problem is, as the anchor, they absolutely cannot stay here forever .

"Don't forget, this road will only appear when the Boom Hotel is disconnected from the town,"

The gentleman took the words and said slowly, "That is to say, if we don't take these three hours to leave this street, the hotel will officially enter the 12-hour light-off period at night, and we will stay in the ghost all night gone."

Anis: "Besides, I don't think a ghost of this level would let us go so easily."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help being shocked.

really.

If the ghosts outside would leave because they didn't answer the door, although it would be inefficient to wait here all night, it would not be impossible.

But the problem is, according to the knocking on the door that gradually increased, it can be seen that this is not some lonely ghost wandering here by chance, but is really eyeing them.

According to their previous experience, the door of the painting shop can isolate a large part of the spiritual perception. Since the opposite side can find them through the door panel, the possibility of it leaving because they don't respond becomes extremely low.

The gentleman sighed lightly:

"We can only prepare for a head-on conflict."

This conclusion fell to the ground coldly and shattered into a field of ice slag.

"be prepared."

"but,"

Anis changed the subject.

He turned his head and looked at the corner of the room.

The blue-haired woman leaned expressionlessly in the corner of the room, her clothes were wet, her face was extremely pale, and she looked in a state of distress, but her pair of cold eyes were scorching and glaring, like shining sharp knives in the darkness Light.

The corners of Anis's mouth raised slightly, showing a sinister smile: "It's not like we don't have measures to reduce risks at all...Are you right? Beauty."

outside the door.

The cold raindrops fell, and countless pale and stiff corpses swayed and wandered on the bluestone road.

The door of the painting shop was closed.

There was only one man in a human leather jacket and a smiling mask standing upright at the door.

Wen Jianyan held the mobile phone in one hand, focused on the moving stopwatch on it, and hung one hand steadily in the air, waiting for the next time it fell on the door.

3, 2, 1, here we come.

His bent knuckles tapped on the wooden door.

"Duh, duh, duh."

There was a stiff knock on the door.

Wen Jianyan, who has experienced the copy of [Changsheng Building], can almost be regarded as a half-expert on how to make a knocking sound similar to that of "non-human" existence.

However, there will always be a difference between theory and practice.

Even in the usual uninterrupted situation, it is extremely difficult to completely reproduce that mechanical and terrifying door knocking sound... and under the current situation, it is even more difficult.

Under the thick mask, cold sweat overflowed Wen Jianyan's forehead.

Since the moment he stood at the door, he has been able to feel the force brought by the mandatory rules on the door, which makes him almost completely unable to resist.

The muscles and bones of the fingers are trembling, trying to push the door open desperately, but when the fingers fall, a burning pain will burn from the hip bone in an instant, the burning pain It spread in the internal organs, and forcefully pulled Wen Jianyan out of the trance.

The stopwatch on the phone screen was blurred for a while, and awake for a while.

Wen Jianyan clenched her teeth tightly, and almost tasted the scorching blood spreading from the depths of her throat. It felt like walking a tightrope on a cliff.

Even so, he still didn't dare to be distracted for a moment.

If his guess is correct, then the black team is behind this door at the moment.

They are all very experienced anchors with rich dungeon experience. It is much more difficult to pretend to be a ghost to deceive them than he used to fool other anchors in junior dungeons. Yu Yi, therefore, Wen Jianyan had to be perfect in these seemingly insignificant details.

"Duh, duh, duh."

The knock on the door fell again, the interval shortened slightly.

Wen Jianyan felt that the smell of blood seemed to well up in his trachea.

The burning pain in the hip bone has begun to persist.

He felt as if he was calmly floating in the air above his head, looking down at his uncontrolled body moving on its own.

Wen Jianyan calmly reviewed his plan.

Indeed, the black anchor is experienced and extremely deceitful.

But the problem is...

Their experience is too rich, and the information they have learned is too comprehensive.

This is the only foundation on which Wen Jianyan's "fraud" can be built this time.

The [door] that can make Wu Zhu's imprint heat up is definitely beyond the difficulty of the dungeon, and may even be close to the mandatory rules of the nightmare's origin, and it is absolutely impossible to be offset by any props in the nightmare.

Wen Jianyan knew that the other party should also be aware of this fact.

After all, as senior anchors who have climbed to the top ten in Nightmare, it is impossible for them to have any props to force them to wake up and eliminate interference, but they did not use props, but chose the more difficult and troublesome thing: choosing each other One member of the team was sacrificed.

This shows that these people are absolutely aware of how irresistible the rules of this door are.

And it's impossible for them to question that.

And it was even more impossible for them to think that Wen Jianyan, who had the mark of the witch candle, could resist the rules of this door.

In the end, they could only come to one conclusion:

There are ghosts outside the door.

And it's an extremely terrifying, even capable of overcoming the rules of the door and sensing the presence of the anchor inside the door... a super ghost.

What would a person do in such a situation?

Pray for the spooks to leave?

If the anchor on the opposite side is just an ordinary b-level or even level, there is a great possibility that they will choose to do this. After all, they lack the courage and means to contend with ghosts. Instead of confronting ghosts head-on, they would rather follow their own Instinctively, choose a more conservative approach.

However, for experienced anchors like the black team, they must be able to see that the ghost blocking the door in this situation will not be easy, and even waiting will not lead to any results.

They will definitely choose to confront head-on.

After all, if Wen Jianyan was in that situation now, he would make the same choice.

but…

Unlike Wen Jianyan, Black now has a huge advantage.

A [abandoned child].

A human who is used as a tool to forcibly push the door to release the identity of "ghost".

Cloud blue.

Since the phone didn't disappear, she must be alive.

Perhaps it was because there was no time to kill her, or perhaps it was because it was still useful to keep her, so Yun Bilan could still be "used".

According to Wen Jianyan's understanding of the black team, it is impossible for them not to know the difficulty of the "ghost" outside the door, which means that they cannot care about the life and death of the tools.

Since the depth and strength of the ghost outside the door can be ascertained through the death of a person...

So why not?

Of course, all of this is Wen Jianyan's inference, and he is not 100% sure about what choices the people in the sect will make.

but…

In any case, the possibility of this outcome is the greatest.

"Aggression!"

There was a hasty knock on the door.

Will everything go according to his ideas?

Wen Jianyan was not sure.

Across the holes in the mask, the depths of a pair of light-colored eyes seemed to be burning with endless flames.

However, he should know soon enough.

inside the door.

Yun Bilan staggered towards the door with her stiff footsteps due to being unable to move for a long time.

The cold eyes of many anchors behind her were like invisible sharp arrows, piercing her thin back.

Yun Bilan continued to move forward with a blank expression.

The crooked wooden door was getting closer and closer. With the dim light, she could already vaguely see the rough wooden texture on it, and feel the gloomy air seeping in from outside the door.

Ah, that seems to be it.

Staring at the door that was close at hand, Yun Bilan let out a long breath.

I can't tell whether it's regret, fear, reluctance... or relief.

No one will come anymore.

She took it upon herself to guarantee it.

The moment she left her phone behind, Yun Bilan already knew the ending that was waiting for her. To be honest, she didn't even think that after jumping into the rain, she could live for another two hours... It was far beyond her imagination.

Looking back, she didn't know how long she had been stealing, the faces were blurred, and they were left far behind. They went away one by one, leaving herself alone.

And now, no matter what, it was the last moment.

Yun Bilan stopped her pace, stared at the half-open door in front of her eyes, her face was surprisingly calm.

Perhaps death was approaching, but she rarely recalled the period of her life before she entered the nightmare.

A manipulative family, suffocating control, and constant surveillance made the spikes of resistance and rebellion grow wildly in her heart. After struggling with all her strength, she finally broke free bloodied from the prisoner that had bound her for half her life. Cage, began to describe the vision in my heart.

So, for the first time, she dyed a head of dazzling blue hair.

But before the bird was about to break free from the bushes and take to the sky, it was recaptured in a second cage.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath and pulled herself out of that faded memory.

Anyway, at least the others survived.

Huang Mao, who is usually timid and cowardly, but can always muster up courage before a crisis, Chen Mo, who is always calm and rational, rarely reveals his true emotions, but is very reliable, and...

Wen Jianyan.

A weak human being whose soul has been trafficked is no different from other anchors in the nightmare, but he wants to be a car with his arms and destroy the entire nightmare.

It's hard to say whether he's crazy, or if he's just too good at drawing cakes, using his eloquent tongue to instill crazy ideas into other people's minds, luring desperate people one after another to gather in his By his side, willingly being used by him.

Perhaps he was indeed bewitched.

Yun Bilan admitted.

For those who are in the abyss of sinking and nightmare, without a future, the vision Wen Jianyan describes is both salvation and poison.

Even more so for her.

She originally thought that this was her solution and her destiny, but... that guy showed up without dying, bringing her a spark of hope.

Yun Bilan is a selfish person.

She never thought that she would sacrifice for others, but this time, she did just that.

free.

The two words wrapped in honey and soaked in poison made her rush forward again, like moths flying towards a fire.

Yun Bilan raised her hand, pressed it against the door, and then pulled it back forcefully.

...At least this time, death will finally get her way.

"Squeak—"

There was a piercing screech from the heavy wooden door.

The cold wind from the cold rain fell on her body, curling up her dazzling blue hair.

A figure with a pale face, a cold breath, and a strange smile at the corner of his mouth stood at the door. Even if he didn't need to think about it, he knew that this was not a human being.

It stretched out its hand suddenly, and suddenly grabbed Yun Bilan's arm.

Contrary to the coldness in the imagination, the palm was actually hot, wet from the rain, and it suddenly stuck to her wrist, making it painful to hold.

Yun Bilan was stunned.

A familiar, gentle voice with a smile rang in my ear:

"surprise."

Chapter end