Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 379

at the same time.

In the banquet hall.

There was a strong rancid smell floating in the air, and the lights at the front desk emitted a faint red light. Outside the door, tall and low figures stood in the corridor, as if they were waiting for something.

The darkness dissipated again.

Another round of service is over.

The surviving anchors returned to the front desk in embarrassment, but the number of them was much smaller than before they left.

The wall clock on the wall is still running non-stop.

There are eight minutes left before the end of the banquet, and at most there will be a final round.

After several rounds of service, both the red and black sides have greatly reduced their staff. The people who are still alive are basically senior anchors with outstanding abilities.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall became more and more eerie.

It's not just that the number of guests in the banquet hall has completely exceeded the upper limit, even among the still alive anchors, people's hearts are faintly floating, and the atmosphere is so oppressive that it's hard to breathe.

"…Hello."

After a round of narrow escapes, several red anchors looked at each other, exchanged glances, turned backwards, and looked at another woman wearing a mask and a [001] plate on her chest. anchor.

With undisguised impatience in their voices, they asked aggressively.

"Where's your captain?"

After the last round of service ended, the captain of the red team, No. 008 who took care of everything, disappeared inexplicably.

And his teammates kept it secret.

It neither stated whether he was dead or not, nor gave any useful information, but still tried to "maintain the status quo."

"Don't lie to us, he's dead, isn't he?"

One of them gritted his teeth.

Apart from this, there is no other possibility.

In the process of serving the residents, disappeared in the overwhelming darkness, no one saw what happened when he disappeared, and after the darkness disappeared, it was all over, no one was alive, no one was dead—and All the other anchors who died under the attack of the residents were exactly the same.

If the horse stumbles, no matter how powerful the anchor is, it may fall into a seemingly ordinary dungeon.

"This is the end of the matter, just surrender directly."

Another person took over the conversation.

He had a mask on his face, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but his voice seemed tense and anxious, "Anyway, the copy has been in the last few minutes, we really don't need to die here like this, simply, we I don't want the victory reward this time, just give it to them…”

"I said that,"

An unwavering female voice came from under the mask, interrupting his words, and said with great certainty, "He's not dead."

The eyeballs shining with dark red cold light looked from under the mask, like a sharpened dagger:

"If you say this again, I promise, I will do it earlier than Black."

The person who spoke just now was taken aback by Yun Bilan's eyes, and subconsciously stopped speaking.

Chen Mo on the side also stepped forward: "I also disappeared for a round, didn't I? Didn't I just come back."

He smoothed things over calmly and rationally,

"It was the captain who saved me, I'm sure."

"He's not dead, just give him a little more time..."

However, Chen Mo's words seemed to anger the other party.

"Not dead? Not dead?!"

The man's voice raised slightly uncontrollably: "Then where is he?!"

"In the last round, the black side has already started to attack again, not to rob people, but to attack! Three of our brothers have died in the darkness, but the only Mingbi that can revive the anchor is in the hands of your captain. Didn't he promise to save everyone who died because of it? Huh? Where is he now?"

With Wen Jianyan's disappearance, the three plates of **** dough in front of the place where the woman in white was standing also disappeared.

The black team seemed to have discovered something from this point, so in the second round of service, they carefully adjusted their countermeasures and began to siege the red team's anchor again.

They already have more experience in PVP, and their methods are even more sinister. When Wen Jianyan was still there before, and they were able to constantly recover the number of staff reductions, such a gap in strength could be contained and made up for, but now, the master of everything The leaders disappeared, and with them all their advantages.

The next round will only get worse.

If this trend continues, the red side will suffer heavy losses in the next siege.

And now, there are less than ten minutes left before the end of the dungeon.

No one wants to die at this juncture.

If he didn't get the props, Black would not stop easily. However, the props were on Wen Jianyan's body and disappeared with him.

Now if you want to stop the loss, there seems to be no other option except to surrender as soon as possible and give up the competition with Black.

While the internal contradictions of the red team had intensified to a critical point, the black team was also quietly observing.

"You guessed right,"

One of the black anchors leaned over to the gentleman and said in a low voice, "There must be a big problem on the other side."

In the round just now, their move was a test, but now, their guess has obviously been verified.

All the anchors who died in the previous round did not resurrect in the opponent's camp as planned.

Moreover, the red team seems to have begun to split, and everything is moving in a direction that is beneficial to them.

The gentleman narrowed his eyes slightly behind the mask and smiled: "I see."

As the only black anchor who knew the essence of this dungeon, he knew that Wen Jianyan must not have died. If he died, the dungeon would end directly instead of continuing.

However, judging from the current situation, although Wen Jianyan is not dead, it is obviously close to death.

Although the gentleman didn't know how this happened, he knew very well what he was going to do next.

Of course it was to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

"In the next round, we will act together with you and completely kill them."

Gentleman said.

His voice was still gentle, but with a bit of malevolence that couldn't be ignored.

"You don't need to manage the guests anymore, just killing all the red anchors is enough."

"clear!"

The red light flickered in the corridor, and the figures of countless residents stood in the corridor, waiting silently.

Finally, the darkness covering the banquet table completely dissipated.

The last round of service has begun.

The residents walked towards the long table slowly with stiff steps, and sat down on the empty seats one by one as in the previous rounds.

The anchors of both sides started to leave the front desk and walked towards the long table.

However, the contrast between the two sides is tragic.

Although the black team is not fully mobilized, it is almost the same. Not to mention the senior anchor who has experienced many rounds of service, even Anis and the gentleman have acted. This is the first time.

On the other hand, the red side seemed much deserted.

Under the pressure of Chen Mo, Yun Bilan and the others, although the anchors of the red party did not voluntarily surrender as proposed, they are obviously not prepared to leave the safe front desk under this unsecured premise. Therefore, this time, only Wen Jianyan's direct line team and a few anchors who had been favored by him were really dispatched this time.

Gentleman apparently noticed this too.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This is what he likes to see happen.

With fewer people in the red team, their siege will become easier. What's more, these are the only people Wen Jianyan really cares about. For him, it will get twice the result with half the effort.

Darkness fell again.

The members of the red and black sides who did not participate in the battle stayed behind the front desk, quietly waiting for the passage of time.

The time went from eight minutes to seven minutes.

six minutes.

Along with the spread of the rotten smell, a burst of **** smell also began to mix in it.

No one knew what happened near the long table, but each of them knew very well how urgent the situation inside was.

In the darkness, only the red light in the corridor was still on.

Countless residents with stiff faces stayed outside the door.

"Da da da."

Footsteps came from afar.

Obviously, the red light in the corridor is still working, attracting more residents.

Everyone is used to it.

"Da da da."

The sound of footsteps continued, walking towards the front desk non-stop, getting closer, getting closer, and there was no tendency to stop.

At this moment, someone finally realized that something was wrong, and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Outside the door, the residents stood motionless, like wooden sculptures made of clay. Behind them, a figure was approaching step by step with steady steps.

He parted from the group of still ghosts and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, everyone's pupils shrank.

Oops!

Sure enough, the scariest thing they had imagined happened. The ghost group waiting outside the door had reached the upper limit. They were no longer restricted by the rules, and began to move around on their own during the banquet!

"Come on, get ready—"

Just when there was chaos in the banquet hall, Hong Fang was suddenly stunned.

Wait a moment…

That figure...does it look familiar?

The narrow corridor has been dyed dazzling red by the light, like flowing blood, which will be splashed in the next second, under the terrifying, suffocating light, surrounded by countless cold and ghosts Among them, a young man is walking in step by step.

He wore a pale mask on his face, the surface of which was dyed scarlet by the lights, and his elongated body was like a dark silhouette tearing apart the **** curtain.

"Yes, it's him! It's Pinocchio!"

A person from the red side cried out.

really.

Since they were not in the banquet hall, the power imposed on the regular employees to interfere with their identification with each other naturally disappeared.

What's more, this time, Wen Jianyan had no intention of hiding her identity at all, she almost pinned the badge with her name on her chest.

He walked forward casually in an almost leisurely manner.

Regardless of the black side or the red side, everyone gasped sharply.

how come?

This guy disappeared in the banquet hall, why did he come back from outside the banquet hall, wearing a mask, with the residents?

What happened?

What the **** is going on? !

When everyone stood there dumbfounded and could hardly believe their eyes, Wen Jianyan had already walked to the door.

Unlike other residents who are bound by "rules", as a human being, the invisible constraints do not exist. He just took a light step and entered this area logically.

There was a dead silence in the dark banquet hall, so quiet that only the sound of Wen Jianyan's footsteps could be heard.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Jianyan walked towards Hong Fang's territory.

The anchors of the other two red teams woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream, they were the first to react, and hurriedly greeted them: "You—"

Before they finished speaking, they were interrupted by Wen Jianyan.

"Wait a minute."

The masked youth raised his hand, stopping their intention to speak.

He turned his head, his eyes slowly sweeping across everyone in front of him.

Through the mask, they couldn't see Wen Jianyan's face, but, for some reason, their hearts wobbled to the highest point.

"Ha ha."

A chuckle overflowed from under the mask, it seemed a bit dull because of the obstruction, the ending sound was light and floating, and it spun in the air, but it made everyone's heart twitch.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked at the two captains.

He said lightly: "So, you let them go?"

Following the mask, those light-colored eyes reflected the red light in the corridor. The moment they looked at those eyes, they couldn't help but feel as if they had been completely seen through. There was no special emotion in the other party's voice. On the contrary, it looks very loose, but it is inexplicably hairy.

"Listen to me—"

Mat subconsciously took a step forward, as if he wanted to explain something.

However, Wen Jianyan shook his head and said softly:

"It's okay, I understand."

"After all, I disappeared at the time, and you don't know whether I died or whether I will come back later. Therefore, in order to ensure the survival of the team members at the last moment of the dungeon, this is naturally the best choice."

He seemed very understanding.

However, inexplicably, all the red anchors felt their nerves slowly tense, and they were overwhelmed by a certain atmosphere in the air.

"I don't want to pursue what you did before," Wen Jianyan said in a still gentle voice, "Just cooperate with me from now on, okay?"

"Of course, of course."

The red anchors nodded hurriedly.

Although all the decisions they made before were based on rational considerations, after seeing Wen Jianyan appear, under the other party's few words, they easily felt guilty and guilty. The whole earth handed over the dominance.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the wall clock on the wall and estimated the time.

"It's the last round, then, the main force on the black side should have almost left."

But in just a short moment, he has basically grasped the current situation.

"Then, it shouldn't be too difficult to control the rest of the people."

Wen Jianyan said thoughtfully.

Mu Bai frowned: "Wait a minute, are you going to fight with the rest of the black side? But, in the area of ​​the foreground, we forbid conflicts."

"I see."

Wen Jianyan nodded, turned around and walked towards the front desk.

Wood cypress and mat watched his back.

Um? So what do you understand? ? ?

Wen Jianyan came to the front desk and looked at the manager in front of him.

The other party's face was pale and stiff, with the corners of his mouth raised high, maintaining a weird smile.

Sensing Wen Jianyan's approach, it slowly turned its head and looked over with dark eyes: "Do you need any help?"

"nothing."

Wen Jianyan smiled, her raised eyebrows shining brightly under the mask.

"It just needs a short time difference."

Without warning, he suddenly took a step forward, shortening the distance suddenly.

Not far away, the red anchor, who had been watching this side all the time, was stunned. Under the dim, red light, they seemed to vaguely see something shining in Wen Jianyan's hand.

Sharp and shiny.

Like... a brass dagger.

Everything that happened next happened in a flash, and no one could react.

The blade stabbed deeply into the chest of the hotel manager, fast, fierce, and precise, but no blood flowed from it. Wen Jianyan looked at the other's face.

Pale, smiling, unchanged.

But like bread swelled by water, it began to gradually spread out and melt.

The manager disappeared.

A layer of weird red slime remained on the blade of the dagger.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his hand, wiped the short knife briefly on his body, and took it back without changing his face.

Anything that evil gods can stab to death.

Can it kill you?

"Infighting,"

He turned his head, looked at the other red anchors who were stunned and stupefied, and smiled slightly under the mask:

"It should be fine now."

Chapter end