Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 360

The corridor, which was empty just now, was suddenly packed to the brim.

The dark red light spreads down, the wallpaper is dark red, the carpet is dark red, and the narrow corridor looks like a closed throat. The air is cold.

It's not just the low temperature, but the gloomy, cold air that seems to be able to penetrate into the bones.

Pale faces "looked" over.

Wen Jianyan stood stiffly in place, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his hands and feet were cold, his scalp was numb, and a strong stomach cramping began to appear, which made him want to vomit reflexively, but was forced to hold back

Swish, Swish. There was a sound of clothes rubbing.

The residents started to move around.

In the corridor in front of them, facing the vague and terrifying faces, they looked like puppets walking towards Wen Jianyan with stiff steps.

run away!

Every cell in the whole body is screaming crazily.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously took a step back, but just now——

Countless empty, dark eye sockets looked at him.

Wen Jianyan's hairs stood on end.

But at that moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and the dry, stylized voice seemed to echo in his ears again: "Please go to the left for the banquet." "

attend banquet!

Wen Jianyan's shock was like enlightenment.

At that moment, the mask covering his face had an unprecedented presence.

The hotel manager thought he would attend the banquet because the mask was still valid, and he would still be judged as a "ghost" rather than a "human" by the dungeon. The overwhelming fear gradually faded, and the ability to think gradually recovered.

Therefore, in their eyes, as long as he doesn't do anything weird, then he will be of the same kind.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, restrained her physical reaction of wanting to run away, and stood upright on the spot, maintaining a posture of taking half a step back.

Be still.

Countless pale faces were facing him, and the holes around the eyes were pitch black. It is too much to test the psychological quality of a normal human being.

Wen Jianyan's throat was tight, and he felt cold sweat all over his back, and his muscles trembled slightly due to excessive tension, but he still held on, showing no flaws.

Swish, Swish. The sound of clothes rubbing against each other sounded again.

One after another, the eyes moved away from Wen Jianyan, and the "residents" started to walk forward again.

During the whole process, he maintained a motionless posture, allowing the "residents" to pass by him and walk behind him step by step.

The whole process is very tormented, it can be regarded as living like a year.

I don't know how long it has been, perhaps a century.

The sound of rustling clothes rubbing finally faded away.

Wen Jianyan turned her head stiffly, and carefully glanced behind her——

The corridors were empty. All the residents have left.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan's strength seemed to be emptied in an instant, his legs gave way, and if he hadn't hurriedly supported the wall, he would almost have fallen down again.

"vomit--"

Wen Jianyan half lifted his mask, arched his waist, and retched violently.

He didn't spit anything out.

Under the mask, the young man's face was pale, his forehead hair was soaked with sweat, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were red. He was supporting the wall with one hand, his fingertips turned white from exertion, and the veins on the back of his white hand were bulging, like rolling hills.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, suppressed the nausea rising from his stomach, wiped the corner of his mouth, and forced himself to straighten up,

No, you have to keep going.

The "banquet" is about to begin.

In other words, all the residents in the Xingwang Hotel will gradually leave the room they are in now. If he doesn't hurry up, he may not be able to catch up with the woman in white before she leaves the room. Then all the efforts he has made since entering this place will be in vain.

Wen Jianyan suppressed his too violent heartbeat, put the mask on his face back on, then quickened his pace, and ran wildly along the corridor.

The internal structure of the entire Xingwang Hotel has been deeply engraved in his mind. He deftly turned one corner after another and rushed in the direction of 208. However, even Wen Jianyan had deliberately avoided several rooms. Dense area, but still bump into open room doors from time to time, and tenants who step out of the room stiffly.

Every time this happens, Wen Jianyan's heart twitches and he reflexively hides aside. Stay still, breathe lightly, and wait for the tenant to walk by slowly before taking any action.

If it is really impossible to hide, he can only grit his teeth, bite the bullet and participate in their actions, and then leave the team without a trace and start his journey again.

Although the original Xingwang Hotel only had two floors, due to these uncontrollable accidents, it took Wen Jianyan a longer time to rush to the destination than expected.

The door of Room 208 was closed tightly, and the bottom of the door was pitch black.

Wen Jianyan stood at the door, calmed down his unsteady breathing caused by sprinting and nervousness, and glanced down at his phone.

There are less than 20 minutes left before this dungeon closes.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and slowly pushed the door open.

It was pitch black inside the door.

Just standing at the door makes one's heart beat faster and one's heart feels frightened.

Wen Jianyan collected himself, turned on the flashlight, and walked slowly towards the house.

All the furniture was immersed in the shadows, and there was a very familiar rancid moisture floating in it, and the sound of his deliberately light footsteps echoed in the dead room.

Soon, Wen Jianyan stopped.

He stood in the center of the room, slowly moved the flashlight in his hand, and shone towards other corners of the room, searching carefully, not letting go of the slightest trace. Wen Jianyan soon realized.

There was no other figure in the room except himself, it was empty and deserted.

He turned his head and looked at the oil painting on the wall.

I don't know when it started, the huge oil painting hanging on the wall is now only the picture frame, and inside the picture frame, the place where the oil painting should be is empty and becomes pitch black. Which means he's late. 208 is already empty.

Before he entered this room, the residents in 208 had already left and attended the banquet.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, blinked, and suddenly became dazed.

missed.

Is he going to the "dinner party" now, looking for someone in the "dinner party"?

However, Wen Jianyan's scalp tingled when he thought of the densely packed pale faces that he had just encountered in the corridor.

The combination of the mask and Congpihua's essence can reveal his "powerful" identity. In the mirror world before, ghosts and children could not touch because of a layer of mask, so it was difficult to know him with such a wonderful disguise. Judging from the experience in the corridor, when he and the ghost were in the same space, it was obvious that this camouflage was not perfect, and once there was a loophole, it was easy to see through.

What's more, it is still uncertain what kind of existence the "space" I am in now is.

If you can wake up in the mirror world if you die here, then Wen Jianyan doesn't mind giving it a try.

But what if death is real death?

Then, as an ordinary human being, going to participate in this ghost banquet, wouldn't it be equivalent to a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, lifted his mask, and wiped his face in frustration.

He lowered his head and clicked on his live broadcast interface to see if the signal had recovered.

At the moment of opening the live broadcast room, bullet screens flashed across the eyes:

"Ah!" The host looked at me! "

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the barrage is on!!"

The live signal has entered and recovered?

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Ah, what a pity, I didn't meet the ghost in room 208, I thought it would be certain this time." "Too bad, I happened to miss it."

"But it's okay, the anchor, your teammates have also found key clues, which are basically not too different from the information you found here before, and they have already started to act. Don't worry, there will be nothing when we meet up later. Problem!"! "

International game live broadcast writers sometimes expect that as long as the information can be grouped among the same lady, it will be mentioned that it can be shared when it is harmful to this wealth. It is limited to relevant fashion, and will not be blocked because the information of other anchors cannot be spoken.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and watched the barrage in his live broadcast room.

The full blue light illuminated his side face, and a smooth line of light disappeared from his cheeks to the side of his neck.

Similar clues were also found

In other words, Chen Mo and the others also realized the role of the last banquet, and the role played by the female ghost in 208 during the whole process?

Suddenly, in the dead silence, there was a very soft sound, as if something was breaking:.

" Click. "

Wen Jianyan was startled, raised her head hastily, and looked in the direction of the voice.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, a thin gap suddenly appeared on the wall, as if it was rapidly beginning to split from it. Dense, spider web-like cracks began to emerge from the wall, as if they were being propped open from the depths.

Oops!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he instantly realized the current situation. look at the current situation

I'm afraid this once original copy is in its final stages.

"Crack! "

The entire hotel seemed to be shaken by some invisible force, the ground under his feet began to shake, and powder fell from the gaps in the walls and ceiling.

The banquet started, the prison was opened, and the dungeon collapsed.

And before the dungeon really collapsed, Nightmare would forcibly cut in, take over and seal off the entire dungeon.

The shaking was bigger.

The walls, the ceiling, and the ground all made groan-like creaking sounds, and everything was collapsing and shattering.

Wen Jianyan could hardly stand upright, and staggered while shaking, trying to find balance.

"Slap!"

The oil painting hanging on the wall was shaking and fell to the ground, revealing the wall behind it. Half of the wall has collapsed, revealing a large black hole.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback and looked towards the hole.

The hole on the wall is bottomless, like a passage leading to the unknown, dark, as if it can **** people into it. It was almost exactly the same as what appeared in Ouroboros in memory.

Wen Jianyan stumbled towards the hole.

However, before he had time to reach the entrance of the cave, he tripped over a picture frame that was tilted aside.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and hurriedly supported the wall beside him, trying to stabilize his figure, but in the next second, a strong burning sensation rose from his lower abdomen. Underfoot, there is an invisible attraction in the empty oil painting.

Countless dark shadows surged from the painting, like cold hands, tightly grasping Wen Jianyan's arms, calves, wrists, and ankles.

Under the forceful pull that she couldn't resist, Wen Jianyan's hand that was holding on to the wall loosened. A scream escaped from his throat, and then he fell into the oil painting.

Darkness covered vision.

Wen Jianyan felt that she was falling, falling continuously.

The cold shadow locked his throat like a hinge, making him almost breathless. He could only struggle in the air where he had nowhere to go, tearing at the invisible force that bound his body.

"Bang! "

Finally, Wen Jianyan fell heavily to the ground.

"Well!"

He snorted, feeling that his internal organs seemed to be displaced by it.

Although he was dizzy from the fall, the strength that was still imprisoned on his neck just now disappeared, and his limbs finally regained their freedom.

Oh shit

This copy is the second time.

Wen Jianyan lay on the ground, panting violently.

As time went by, his vision was confused and shaken, and gradually returned to normal little by little.

Wen Jianyan supported the ground with one hand and straightened up.

What appeared in front of my eyes was a completely unexpected location.

The tall, wide corridor at the top can hardly be seen. The corridor was dark, and his mobile phone with the flashlight on fell beside him, dispelling some of the darkness. With the faint light, one can vaguely see that there are large and small picture frames hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and each picture is extending towards the distance.

For some reason, the burning sensation at the hip bone deepened again.

The lines carved into the flesh and blood kept burning under the skin, as if sending a message to Wen Jianyan - the existence that branded him was nearby.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously raised her hand and pressed it on her hip bone.

Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel a small piece of skin below that released heat.

According to the previous inference, the Prosperous Hotel, which was a prison, is now being destroyed, and the bugs are beginning to spread, which means that the fragments of the witch candle should appear soon.

Is this piece of witch candle a past image, or is it a fragment of the witch candle?

Countless questions intertwined in his mind, disturbing Wen Jianyan's peace.

However, in the current situation, even if he wanted to break his head, he might not be able to come up with an answer. He took a deep breath, collected himself, then picked up the flashlight, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Wen Jianyan cautiously glanced to the side, and after careful observation, he confirmed one thing: Yes, this is indeed the corridor in the painting shop.

Whether it's the walls or the paintings hanging on the walls, they are almost exactly the same as in memory.

Wen Jianyan raised his head and looked up.

The top of the head was pitch black, and it was impossible to find where he fell from now.

But he knew clearly that he was dragged into the oil painting in Room 208, and then entered here.

He looked away, frowning slightly.

Outside Xingwang Hotel is a small town, inside the town is a street, and deep in the street is a painting shop, and the portraits in the corridors of the painting shop communicate with the oil paintings in Xingwang Hotel. Fun ring design.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at the time.

There were less than ten minutes left before the end of the dungeon.

But the strange thing is that the passage of time seems to no longer follow the normal law, and the number that changes once every second sometimes seems to change once every three or four seconds, as if entering another tricky space Inside, everything became uncontrollable and the live broadcast room seemed to be disconnected again.

It seems that according to the current situation, he can only continue to move forward.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, subconsciously turned the cold and heavy Ouroboros ring on the root of his finger.

Although it is not sure whether Mengtong is really offline now, but once there is a situation that cannot be dealt with here, no matter how bad it is, you can use the Snake Snake in your hand, and the witch candle fragments in the national guardian, let He went to deal with his own problems. Anyway, this was his backup plan when he was desperate.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, collected himself, and walked forward again.

Although this corridor and this painting store are all part of Xingwang Hotel, for some unknown reason, it doesn't seem to be affected by the collapse of the copy.

I have sold everything about the Xinjiang calendar before, whether it is the extraction of Cui Jue, the enhanced cracking, and the location of the image. It is carefully arranged at the beginning of the terminal and the calmness at the beginning, as if it will always appear. When you reach the city market, there will be celebrations. Even if time changes, there will be no change.

It's eerily quiet here, with a strange dead silence that seems to make people's breathing stagnate. In the dead silence, only the sound of a lonely footstep echoed hollowly.

Wen Jianyan walked forward step by step, the slightly shaking flashlight could barely illuminate the area in front of him. The more he walked forward, the temperature at the hip bone seemed to rise a bit, as if he was leading the way.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

The light of the flashlight moved down slightly and landed on the ground.

Is it blood?

Messy blood splattered all over the ground, as if it had experienced a fierce battle.

Beyond the half-dried blood, a string of messy footprints stretched far away——

Wen Jianyan subconsciously quickened her pace and ran forward along the string of **** footprints.

The footsteps gradually became faster.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and suddenly stopped his pace.

The footsteps suddenly disappeared, and the corridor returned to silence again.

Wen Jianyan stood on the spot without saying a word, looking straight ahead into the darkness, while the flashlight in his hand slowly raised——

At the end of the slightly swaying pale light, a figure was lying motionless in the middle of the corridor. Under him was a pool of blood that gradually spread, and a half-finished painting.

And on the screen, there is a familiar, tired and sharp face.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

Hugo? !

Chapter end