Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 380

Chapter 380

front desk.

The faint light shrouded the young man, coating half of his masked face with a strange red color.

In front of him, the figure of the hotel manager gradually dissipated like a reflection in the water of a stone thrown into it.

No matter whether it is the black side or the red side, no one expected this scene to appear.

None of them thought that someone would take action against this NPC in the dungeon, which is almost equivalent to a "safe zone"...

And in the end it actually worked!

They stared at Wen Jianyan's direction dumbfounded, and there was a dead silence in the darkness.

Without the hotel manager, some invisible rules seem to be broken.

Since just now, the "residents" who have been standing at the door, waiting motionlessly, have stepped forward and walked towards the door without warning.

The cold air spread.

The pale faces were lifeless, and the steps were stiff and strange.

"What are you still staring at?"

Wen Jianyan slowly put away the brass knife that had been wiped clean, and glanced at the Red Fang anchor who was standing there dumbfounded.

His voice was very calm, as if he had already guessed that this scene would happen, and he even laughed:

"They won't touch you."

Although there was no emotion in the other party's line of sight, at the moment of contact with him, all the red anchors were inexplicably excited.

They wake up like a dream:

"...on, on!"

Although his mind hadn't fully turned around yet, under the command of the red anchor, he still took action subconsciously.

What happened next was not unexpected.

Gentleman Anis and others took away almost all the main players, while most of the anchors on the red side still stayed behind the front desk.

Black was caught off guard, and the winner was already decided without even organizing an effective resistance.

Or…

They are too aware of the current situation. The banquet is coming to an end, and the strength gap between the two sides cannot be shaken. Under such circumstances, only fools will fight with their lives.

But in the blink of an eye, the dust has settled.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and knelt down in front of one of the restrained anchors.

"You, what do you want?"

The anchor was pressed to the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and stared at the young man who was close at hand from the gap in the mask.

"It's very simple." The other party looked down at him, his face was covered by a mask, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. "You should all have ghost coins in your hands, right?"

All the dark coins of the red side were concentrated in the hands of Wen Jianyan alone, but the black side did not take such a move.

What's more, it's the last round now.

Even just in case, the black team will definitely leave a large amount of ghost coins at the front desk to avoid the death of important members, and may even leave the highest amount of money.

The man froze for a moment and nodded.

"Give it to me." Wen Jianyan stretched out her hand with a smile in her voice.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Fuck, this is the first time I've seen such a blatant person who robs and beats..."

"However, why does he want Mingbi at this time? It's useless, doesn't he already have that key item in his hand?"

The black hosts were also obviously taken aback, but under the threat of the enemy's force, they still obediently took out all the Ming coins on their bodies and handed them to Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, counting money with extreme skill.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Anchor, to be honest, this is not the first time you have done this kind of thing, is it?"

Soon, Wen Jianyan counted all the money.

Not a lot.

But definitely not enough.

He looked at the anchor who was pressed in front of him:

"what about others?"

"The rest is gone!"

The anchor maintained the posture of being half-pressed on the ground, and hurriedly explained: "We only have these in our hands, and the rest are in the hands of the gentlemen—"

"oh…"

Wen Jianyan drew a long tone, neither affirming nor denying, but it somehow made people feel terrified.

The mat on the side couldn't help but said: "What do you still need Mingbi for now? Hasn't the hotel manager disappeared already?"

And he was killed by Wen Jianyan himself.

Because everything developed too fast before, they were pushed away by the situation before they could react. After everything was settled, their hearts sank and they realized the truth of what Wen Jianyan had just done. Seriousness—Without the hotel manager, it is equivalent to the loss of all ghost coins, and people who have died before cannot be resurrected.

"Don't worry, it's not gone."

Wen Jianyan took the time to look back at the mat and said.

"ah?"

Mat froze for a moment.

"It's not a human, nor a ghost, it just looks like it," Wen Jianyan explained kindly, "To be precise, it's a copy, or part of the will of the live broadcast room."

He pointedly said:

"Except for the first time, isn't there almost no time difference in the order in which we came here?"

Everyone was startled.

It seems...it is.

Wen Jianyan's understanding of this may be the deepest among all people.

When their team arrived at the "employee rest area", they found that the black team had already arrived here one step ahead of them, and even ambushed them.

This time difference is really too subtle.

It is normal to have a sequence. After all, when the lights are turned off, the positions of the teams are not the same, and it is understandable that the time taken is different. In time, the hotel manager appeared and began to lead the way for them without any chance of separation.

Then, why did the black team arrive one step ahead of them?

More than one hotel manager?

In other words, it was just a tool, not a specific existence... It just appeared in front of them in a way similar to NPC.

"It's only disappeared temporarily now," Wen Jianyan glanced at the ghosts that were still entering the banquet hall, and said, "I think it should reappear after a while."

However, it is hard for him to say how long this time is.

But…

How can you be sure?

Mat opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the question back.

Intuition told her that the reason why the other party came to such a conclusion and finally chose to kill the hotel manager with such extreme means was definitely not based on such a simple "time difference".

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and sent a message on his mobile phone.

Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his gaze, and frivolously patted the black anchor on the cheek in front of him with a stack of coins in his hand: "You have their contact information, right?"

The man didn't know Wen Jianyan's intentions, so he nodded cautiously.

Wen Jianyan waved to the red anchor who was pressing him down.

The other party let go of him.

The black anchor hesitated for a moment, then got up unsteadily.

"Take out your phone," Wen Jianyan raised his chin, with a lazy, casual smile in his voice, "I said, call."

Near the banquet table.

In the darkness where countless ghosts lurk, a silent and **** battle continues.

The main force of the black team has already entered the arena and is besieging the red team. The red team is obviously aware of this, and their actions are extremely cautious. However, even so, they are still retreating steadily, struggling in a panic, as if being strangled by the throat Generally, the space for living activities is compressed and seized.

Everything has reached a fever pitch, and a little distraction may affect the trend of the battle.

"Buzz".

I don't know whose phone vibrated.

Under the mask, the gentleman frowned indistinctly.

In this case?

He didn't care.

"Buzz", "buzz".

More voices sounded, as if the same message was sent at the same time.

Even the gentleman himself.

He realized something was wrong.

The gentleman took out his cell phone.

The screen lighted up slightly, and the words on it appeared in front of his eyes.

"I hope that when you see this message from me, you haven't killed any of my teammates yet.

Just a friendly reminder, your side is about to become chaotic.

-Pinocchio.

yours truly. "

The gentleman was startled, and subconsciously tightened his fingers, his eyes flickering slightly under the mask.

It's just that in an instant, he has already obtained enough information from it.

This was sent from the hands of their team members who stayed at the front desk. Obviously, the captain of the red team who disappeared during the last round of service not only really came back, but also used some unknown means to control They stay with the rest of the team in the foreground.

and…

The gentleman's eyes fell on the last line of the text message, and he frowned.

What exactly is "it's about to get messy"?

While he was meditating, footsteps sounded without warning in the darkness behind him.

"Da da da."

The interval of the footsteps seemed to have been precisely calculated by an instrument, and they sounded one after another, as if each step was stepped on the heart, making the heart constrict.

Startled, the gentleman subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

In the darkness, a pale face loomed.

Cold body, dull expression, empty eyes, rancid smell...

Is a guest.

A second footstep sounded, followed by a third, a fourth...

More and more cold figures emerged from the darkness, walking in this direction gradually with stiff steps.

The gentleman's pupils shrank suddenly.

Oh no!

That guy... I don't know what method he used, but he actually affected the rules of the banquet, and even caused the residents who were originally blocked from the banquet hall to come in!

It would be fine if there were vacancies, but the problem was that their main task was to besiege and kill the Red Fang, and they hardly sent any residents away this round.

Then, these unoccupied residents have become uncontrollable ghosts wandering in this area. When some rules have expired, no one knows when the fragile balance will be broken. Be completely broken and become a ghost killing field!

The gentleman tightened his grip on the phone, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his teeth creaked.

…Oh shit.

front desk.

Under the faint red light, the entire area was shrouded in dead silence.

The residents walked in stiffly, like a continuous stream, one by one, and one after another.

All the live anchors subconsciously breathed lightly and remained motionless, for fear of doing something that would disturb the gradually increasing number of ghosts.

Wen Jianyan stood at the door, staring at the movement outside without blinking.

Finally, a familiar figure slowly appeared in the red-lit corridor.

It's the woman in white.

Wen Jianyan's breath was suffocated.

really.

It wasn't sent away.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the woman in white walked towards the banquet hall step by step with stiff steps, and soon, she stepped in from the scarlet corridor.

Those dark eye sockets stared ahead, and then...

Locked on Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan's heart was in his throat.

His nerves and body were tense to the extreme, and a thick layer of cold sweat oozed out from his back again.

"Da da da."

The woman in white walked forward step by step.

Its steps didn't stop, and it slowly passed Wen Jianyan until it disappeared into the darkness.

"call."

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little.

Apparently, so did everyone else.

The woman in white has a strange and cold **** smell that is different from other residents. Even if they don't know what role it plays in this dungeon, they can feel that it is completely different from other ghosts. Horror of magnitude.

"Wait a minute, did that resident just now..." Xi Zi asked in surprise, "Has he ever appeared before?"

"yes."

Wen Jianyan nodded.

"But, hasn't it been sent away by you?"

Mat lowered his voice, "Now how come..."

"No."

Wen Jianyan turned her head, looked into the darkness where the woman in white had disappeared, and smiled slowly, but there was no trace of a smile in her voice, but a strange melancholy. "It's not a guest, so how could it be sent away?"

That's right, this woman in white...is not a resident.

Not even a ghost.

It was something more weird and evil that occupied the original body and invaded this world.

It is a member of the behemoth that belongs to that, puts the hotel made of flesh and eyes here, and turns the small town into a dead city.

Not even the original body committing suicide by jumping into the well didn't really stop it.

It didn't die with the original body, but still remained in the hotel, appearing in the image of the original body, wandering around lingeringly, waiting for an opportunity to bring everything on the [right track].

Xi Zi was taken aback, and looked at Wen Jianyan's profile.

The other person's face was covered by a mask, so she couldn't see the real expression, but, for some reason, Mat felt a chill rising from her back, which made her shiver uncontrollably.

While talking, suddenly, the red light behind the front desk distorted without warning.

Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look back.

As Wen Jianyan said before, behind the front desk, accompanied by a wave of air, a familiar figure appeared in front of everyone.

A straight suit, a pale face, and a raised mouth.

It stood upright on the spot, with a red light shining on its pale face, making one's heart chill when looking at it.

The hotel manager reappeared behind the front desk, his chest intact as before, without leaving any marks of being directly pierced by a knife.

It didn't speak, didn't act, and didn't pursue Wen Jianyan's actions just now, as if nothing had happened.

A total puppet and tool.

With the advent of the hotel manager, some invisible rule seems to be at work again.

The guests who had been continuously walking forward stopped and did not continue to enter the banquet hall—however, this blank time could no longer be erased, and there was a strong, The disgusting rancid smell clearly shows one point:

The capacity of the ghost has exceeded the upper limit.

and…

Even the terrifying woman who had already left returned here again through this blank period.

Originally, the darkness that only covered the long table had already filled the entire banquet hall.

I can't see my fingers.

Only a faint red light came from the foreground.

No one is in an easy mood.

There are four minutes left before the end of the banquet.

"What do we do next?"

Wen Jianyan shook his head, his eyes remained in the darkness, his lips moved, and he uttered short syllables:

"wait."

Three minutes and thirty seconds left.

With the last 30 seconds left, it will be the agreed time when props can be used.

However, Wen Jianyan didn't look so relaxed, instead his expression became more dignified.

Three minutes and twenty seconds.

The temperature gradually dropped, and the cold air invaded the texture.

In the darkness, pale faces were faintly visible, and Li Gui had already wandered around the front desk.

Three minutes and fifteen seconds.

Finally, when the three minutes were approaching, there were hurried footsteps in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, before it was too late to see clearly, the voice from the opposite side had arrived.

"You have been waiting for a long time."

The voice was still polite, but it had a dark, gloomy color.

Wen Jianyan's eyes suddenly brightened.

coming!

"Da da da."

Footsteps gradually approached.

A group of people wearing masks gradually appeared in the red light.

The one at the head was obviously a gentleman.

"There are still less than five seconds left before the five-second agreed time." The gentleman glanced at the time, "However, I suggest you not to act rashly, especially don't think about activating props."

As he spoke, the gentleman turned his body slightly, revealing the people behind him.

He laughed and said:

"If you want them all to live."

Chapter end