Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 335

In the dimly lit painting shop, the panting sounds of everyone echoed.

This time, they not only entered the painting shop without paying any price, and used up the black team, but also used the rules of this ghost road to greatly weaken the strength of the opponent, although the overall process was extremely shocking. , but judging from the results, it is not only a loss, but a blood profit.

Although no one spoke now, the atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand to wipe the rainwater off his face, and was about to get up from the ground.

At this moment, a face with a pale mask suddenly appeared in the field of vision. Under the dark and old ceiling background, it looked a bit abrupt and strange, which shocked Wen Jianyan. It took a while to realize that it was Yun Bilan who was standing beside him, looking down at him.

Wen Jianyan couldn't see the expression on the other party's face clearly, and could only vaguely see the other party's eyes flickering in the dark through the eye holes on the mask.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, but neither of them spoke first.

Until Wen Jianyan raised his hand: "Give me a hand?" "

Yun Bilan paused, stretched out her hand silently, and took Wen Jianyan's palm hanging in the air.

Her strength was much stronger than Wen Jianyan had imagined, and she pulled him up with just one push. Wen Jianyan staggered and almost couldn't stand still.

Wen Jianyan secretly glanced at Yun Bilan's slender wrist, and it took him a long time to hold back two words:

"…Thank you. "

He lowered his head and patted the dirt on his body.

After running wildly in the rain for such a long time, the clothes on his body were already soaked through, wrinkled and clinging to his body, and just rolled on the ground a few times, the dust and rainwater turned into mud, making him He looked extremely embarrassed,

Wen Jianyan took a few shots, only to realize that he could not change the status quo by himself, so he had no choice but to give up trying to tidy up the appearance.

He raised his eyes and found that Yun Bilan was looking straight at him.

The mask blocked her face, and it was difficult to guess Yun Bilan's true mood just by the two eyes behind the mask.

"Oh, that's right," Wen Jianyan seemed to think of something, he lowered his head, fumbled in his pocket, then took out a mobile phone and threw it to Yun Bilan: "You forgot this." "

Yun Bilan raised her hand and caught the phone.

She lowered her head, and her face covered with a pale mask was reflected on the dark screen of the phone.

Wen Jianyan shook her wet hair vigorously, like a dog drowning in water, grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and twisted them vigorously, the cold raindrops fell tricklingly, and soon accumulated at the feet. became a puddle,

He lowered his head and said casually:

"How old are you, don't throw important things around at random? You don't know about such things? Just take care of your own things—"

Before Wen Jianyan finished speaking, Yun Bilan interrupted:

"I said, don't come to save me. "

Wen Jianyan paused and looked up.

Yun Bilan asked in a flat voice: "Why don't you listen?" "

"Huh? I listened. "

Wen Jianyan tilted his head slightly, and with his wet hair, he looked quite innocent: "I didn't come here this time to save you."

He blinked:

"Since the black team will save your life, it must be for the next action and plan. If I go back directly, wouldn't it be a waste of this excellent opportunity?"

Judging from the results, Wen Jianyan's judgment was correct.

If he had given up before and turned around and returned to the Xingwang Hotel, even if he successfully entered the street next time, he would not be able to open the door without sacrificing anyone. He entered the painting shop without breaking any masks.

But the problem is...

Although none of them lost their masks, the number of teammates increased.

This also means that in terms of quantity, they have one less mask anyway.

But Wen Jianyan gave Yun Bilan his mask.

Yun Bilan raised her hand, took off the mask on her face, and handed it to Wen Jianyan: "Give it back to you, I don't need it."

As soon as the mask was taken off, everyone was startled involuntarily.

The pattern of thorns and vines climbed up her side neck, and swayed on her fair cheeks, which looked extraordinarily strange. There was a little sickly red hidden in a pair of dark eyes, which shone slightly in the darkness. ,

Yun Bilan's facial features were originally very beautiful and not aggressive, but under the background of the red and black thorn pattern, they looked a bit strange and evil, especially the slightly red eyes, which were in the When staring at people closely, it always shows a very strong, almost cold expression.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

He realized that the negative effects of excessive use of "talent" began to appear on Yun Bilan.

The more in-depth the development of the talent, the greater the consumption of the anchor, and just now, under the outbreak of extreme negative emotions, Yun Bilan directly stimulated the talent to develop in a stronger direction, and the degree of alienation in her body also deepened because of this—

Just like the top ten anchors, some "characteristics" began to appear in the body.

Not far away, Bai Xue raised her strange black eyes, and her eyes fell on Yun Bilan's body, showing a thoughtful expression.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the mask in Yun Bilan's hand, but didn't take it.

He shrugged lightly and said:

"Don't worry, I have another way. "

Yun Bilan narrowed her red eyes slightly, staring at the young man in front of her, without opening her mouth for a long time.

Suddenly, she said, "I understand."

Wen Jianyan: "?"

understand what?

"I understand why Su Cheng wanted to hit you." " Yun Bilan said unhurriedly.

Wen Jian said "..."

He couldn't hold back, and asked, "Didn't he tell how many of you that he wanted to beat me?"

Behind him, Huangmao looked around, then raised his hand cautiously.

Wen Jianyan "…"

Chen Mo on the side spoke comfortingly:

"Don't worry, I haven't said it many times." "

Wen Jianyan "..."

Forget about the yellow hair who has played with him several times, why even Chen Mo, who has been in the guild to deal with affairs and rarely socializes with other people, knows! How much resentment Su Cheng has accumulated behind him!

"Well, I believe you have a way. "

Yun Bilan withdrew her hand, but those red eyes still fell firmly on Wen Jianyan's body: "But, if you are lying, I will do it." She added calmly:

"Besides, I'll fill in the prophet's share. "

Wen Jianyan:? ? ?

He stared at the seemingly slender but powerful body of the other party, and a chill came from behind him.

I don't know if it's an illusion...Compared to Su Cheng's gritted teeth and exasperated mouth, he always felt that Yun Bilan's threat seemed to be serious.

And he really doesn't show mercy.

"Ha, haha, what are you talking about?"

Wen Jianyan laughed dryly twice, with a rare lack of confidence in his voice: "When did I lie to you—"

Now, Huang Mao and Chen Mo turned their heads and looked over at the same time, their eyes full of condemnation fell on Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan "…"

All right.

In the relaxed atmosphere rarely seen in dungeons, Yun Bilan put on the mask again, hiding her face under the mask, without saying a word.

Her eyes fell on Wen Jianyan.

Ri Yu activated the props, and the hair color of the other party turned into a hypnotic silvery white, sticking wetly to his cheeks, the expression on his face seemed a little embarrassed, it looked very natural, without any trace of interpretation, but no one knew it was It's not that he lied again in order to avoid topics and enliven the atmosphere.

It seems that no one can see through his ever-changing skin and understand the real himself that Wen Jianyan hides under countless masks.

...Maybe even Wen Jianyan himself has forgotten.

He is always laughing and scolding, always rational and calm, very good at making any cruel decisions, as if he was born to grow wantonly in darkness, chaos and danger.

Or...he's just so good at putting a mask of cruelty on any decision he makes.

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Yun Bilan spoke again.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over.

Wen Jianyan "Huh? What? "

"I have something else on my face, don't I? " Yun Bilan said firmly.

When she just took off the mask, except for Wen Jianyan, who was best at hiding emotions, the expressions of everyone else changed more or less.

Everyone was startled and looked at each other subconsciously.

Wen Jianyan nodded, "Yes. "

He briefly described Yun Bilan's changes.

"That..." Huang Mao raised his hand and said weakly: "Miss Bilan, don't worry, it's actually pretty good..."

He spoke the truth.

At least it fits his trendy aesthetic.

Yun Bilan ignored Huangmao's "comfort".

She didn't seem surprised by this, but just nodded: "...I see. "

When her emotions erupted and her talent was soaring just now, Yun Bilan was in a clear state the whole time.

During the whole process, she faintly felt something...

The so-called "talent" of the anchors, this gift from Mengtong, is not so much linked to the "soul quality" of the anchors themselves, but rather... related to their negative emotions, or the most paranoid part of their personality hook up,

Yun Bilan subconsciously tightened her hand. The sting left by the thorns seems to still be there.

The concretization of her talent used to be "Thorn Whip", but with the outbreak of negative emotions, her talent concretized into "Thorn Cage".

It was as if... the biggest nightmare of her life had come true.

In the process of entanglement and restraint by thorns, he lingered on his last breath, struggling to **** the air, and was finally covered, swallowed and annihilated by more and more restraints.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath, looked at Wen Jianyan, and briefly described her feelings.

The smile on Wen Jianyan's face subsided slightly, and he said in a very soft voice.

"...Is it from obsession? "

He raised his eyes, nodded, and smiled, the expression on his face was still without haze: "I see, thank you." "

Yun Bilan stared at Wen Jianyan who was not far away, seemingly in a daze.

Well, Captain...

What is your talent?

Where do your paranoia and negative emotions come from?

Why do you always spread one conspiracy after another to everyone, even yourself, pushing everyone away, not letting anyone participate in your plan, and refusing to let anyone touch your true side Woolen cloth

Yun Bilan looked away.

It doesn't matter.

No matter what the answer is, it cannot affect her decision.

Because Yun Bilan had already made up her mind.

Her purpose is already very clear, like a clear lake whose bottom can be seen at a glance, and at this moment, her heart is also as firm as a rock.

Almost subconsciously, Yun Bilan looked in Wen Jianyan's direction again.

The young man's profile appeared in the darkness. He seemed to be observing everything around him carefully, without realizing that he had also become the object of observation by others.

Obviously fragile, timid, full of flaws, never honest, but wise, rational, brave and gentle. In the thick darkness of the nightmare, it is extraordinarily dazzling, like a spark that symbolizes freedom and rebellion.

Let her recognize the huge cage that once confused and even paralyzed herself, and regained her courage, determined to regain the unfettered future that once belonged to her,

Wen Jianyan looked at the painting shop in front of him.

The room was pitch black, and the dampness of the rain permeated the air, mixed with a faint smell of fish and putrefaction.

Unlike the outside imagination, the area here is unexpectedly large.

The flashlight in his hand can only illuminate a small area in front of him, while more places around him are still hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen.

Wen Jianyan moved a few steps to the side, turned the phone, and took a picture on the wall next to him.

On the wall, there are portraits hanging high and low, one after another, big and small, densely hung on the wall, extending into the shadows in the distance.

Unlike the portraits outside with blurred facial features and pale faces, all the portraits here have [faces].

There are men and women, old and young. Faces with different expressions look over from the depths of the darkness, appearing lifelike, like living people. When they are suddenly seen in this environment, one can't help but be surprised. ,

However, Wen Jianyan noticed that the frames of these paintings seemed to be different.

Some frames are red and eye-catching, but some of his frames are very dark maroon. Under the light of the flashlight, they show a gray color. It's like a small shop and a Xingkai hotel, where the portraits of the residents are framed.

As for those scarlet frames...

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind flashed through the portraits hanging in the store on the third floor of the [Changsheng Building] dungeon.

The frames of those oil paintings are all very similar to scarlet, but compared with the ones in front of you, the frames in Changlan Building are also a bit older, and the paint on the frames is slightly peeled off, as if they have been used It's been a long time.

Could it be that the "paintings" in these two copies all come from this painting shop?

While contemplating, the branding heat in the lower abdomen became more and more impossible to ignore. Wen Jianyan frowned, and tugged at the hem of his shirt indiscriminately.

Ever since he rushed into the painting shop, this imprint has been heating up. At first, Wen Jianyan could pretend not to feel it, but as time went by, it became more and more difficult to ignore it.

However, no matter how hot the brand was, Wen Jianyan couldn't react.

It would be fine if this was in a courtyard similar to the previous dungeon, but now even though they have entered a similar ghost moth, Nightmare has never shown any signs of disconnection, and the connection to the live broadcast has always been very stable, that is to say , this is still an area that Nightmare can monitor.

From Mengmai's point of view, he should have "killed" Wu Zhu by now.

Instead of keeping this "bug" in the Ouroboros ring and raising it in captivity like it is now, planning to give the nightmare a fatal blow one day.

Therefore, even if he knew that the fragments of the witch candle were probably in the depths of the painting shop, Wen Jianyan could not act rashly immediately.

He turned his head, looked at Yun Bilan, and asked: "Did the black team do anything here just now?"

After all, before this, Yun Bilan had always acted with the black team, and to them, Yun Bilan was a dying person, so they might not set up defenses against her, after all, dead people will not leak secrets of.

Yun Bilan shook her head, her voice muffled by the mask:

"It's a pity that when we act together, the opposite party is always very cautious, never discussing any clues in front of me, or completing any key operations." "

After all, Black Fang is a senior anchor, although in their view, Yun Bilan as a tool is already doomed, but even if there is only a slight possibility, they will not expose their true intentions to her.

Wen Jianyan was a little disappointed.

However, before he could say anything, Yun Bilan continued: "But..."

"Huh? "

Wen Jianyan was refreshed and turned to look over.

For him, as long as he can get even a little clue, it may bring unexpected help.

I only heard Yun Bilan continue to say; "However, after entering the painting shop, the black team did not have so much energy to guard against me. Although I still haven't seen much content, but, as I remember, gentlemen always seem to hold With a piece of old-looking brown paper..."

wait a minute, kraft paper

Wen Jianyan was taken aback for a moment.

Almost immediately, he immediately thought of the epic item he got in the instance of [Ping An Nursing Home]. It was a very old kraft paper that knew everything and could answer all questions.

As long as you are willing to pay the price of your soul, you can ask it three questions, no matter what kind of questions... Even the deeper, more core questions related to the nightmare itself can be answered,

Could it be that…

The reason why the black team was able to obtain so much little-known information in the dungeon [Prosperity Hotel], and the progress is always several steps ahead of them, is because the gentleman also has a similar item? If the answer is yes, then, As the vice president of the oracle, the gentleman has a terrifying advantage over this item...

After all, he has the authority to access the so-called props made by prophecy anchors in the Oracle Guild, that is, "soul products".

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan opened the backpack and took out the epic item.

In the next second, a crumpled and very old kraft paper appeared in his hand.

Wen Jianyan asked:

"Is this it? "

Yun Bilan's gaze fell on Wen Jianyan's hand, and she couldn't help being slightly startled.

She nodded affirmatively, "Yes."

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

That is to say, in addition to the "opening the back door" of Nightmare itself, the oracle has other channels for obtaining information.

This may explain why it has such a detached status in Meng'er. Even before Wen Jianyan entered the dungeon, the gentleman had already expected that there would be something he wanted in the dungeon he was about to enter next. things, so he took the initiative to offer an olive branch, hoping to cooperate with him—but Wen Jianyan refused him.

However, after using various methods, the other party successfully joined the black side's camp, entered the copy of [Xingwang Hotel] with him, and with the help of advanced information, entered the street first and found the building. back to the store.

Wen Jianyan remembered that when he and the opposing team met at the door of the painting shop, Arnis and the gentleman in the opposing team showed an unprecedented paleness, as if they had been "consumed" by some kind.

In the subsequent chase battle, the two of them did not use their talents, otherwise, it is still unknown whether the final result will be so smooth.

Maybe... because of something they did here?

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, covering the expression in his eyes.

It has become a top priority to figure out the purpose of the gentleman and the oracle.

Yun Bilan asked with some confusion, "How did you get it?"

" An epic prop in a high-level dungeon.

"A prop that is full of temptation, but whose position is unknown.

Suspected to be a gift from Ability God, even knowing the secret of God-making, manipulating human beings invisibly, even leading to the formation of a copy.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked down at the crumpled kraft paper in his hand. It was empty, without half a line of writing.

One soul, three questions.

He has already used a question, that is to say, Wen Jianyan has two last chances to ask questions.

…choose carefully.

Chapter end