Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 384

Chapter 384

[Prosperous Hotel] In the dungeon live broadcast hall.

With the scarlet limbs occupying the screen, the live broadcast came to an abrupt end.

Copy ends.

The rest of the live broadcast rooms that had not been cut off also began to lose signal one after another, and the black screen was closed.

[The host has gone offline, the live broadcast room will be closed in one minute...]

【60, 59, 58...】

The jubilation and intensity just now have been replaced by deathly silence, the original black flag hanging high, and the eye-catching "victory" symbol have disappeared.

Due to the forced closing of the dungeon, the huge screen has gone black, appearing empty and dead.

The audience stared blankly at the blacked-out screen, looking at each other in blank dismay, as if they still hadn't recovered.

This, what is the situation?

Uneasy discussions spread among the audience, and the buzz gradually expanded and became uncontrollable.

"It's gone?"

"What happened? Why didn't I understand at all?"

"So who won in the end?"

"I do not know!"

"If you look at the situation before the settlement of the dungeon, the black team should be considered to have won, but the key item is fake, and it is really in the hands of the red team, so it should be the red team who fought back in the end?"

"But don't forget, although the item fell into the hands of the red side, it is useless there! It was even crushed directly... So I think that the final nightmare will definitely be based on the situation when the end is announced. ?”

The audience on both sides insisted on their own opinions, and the debate was fierce.

Obviously the [Prosperity Hotel] dungeon has ended long ago, but the number of people in the live broadcast area has not decreased in the slightest.

At the same time, within the white space after the end of the copy.

The anchors who were pulled out from the Xingwang Hotel woke up leisurely.

Familiar characters floated on the huge screen.

The instance name of Prosperous Hotel has turned gray, followed by a cold number:

【15/250】.

In other words, a total of 250 people were invested in this dungeon, but only 15 people survived. This survival rate is simply shocking.

Since this is a dungeon with a clear camp, the anchors of both sides did not wake up in the same area.

"Where's the captain?"

Huang Mao looked around and was stunned.

"It probably hasn't come out yet," Chen Mo frowned.

"What?!"

Yun Bilan sat up straight from the ground, all the wounds on her body had been healed, but whether it was the change in the color of her eyeballs, or the scarlet vines on her face that had taken up nearly 60% of her skin, there was nothing disappearing signs.

She frowned, although there was no superfluous expression on her face, it still looked sharp and extreme, full of aggression.

"Calm down."

Chen Mo took a step forward and pressed her shoulder: "Wait a little longer."

This situation has happened many times before, after all, they even experienced the situation where Wen Jianyan was more than an hour ahead of others, and his name was even grayed out at that time, but he finally managed to appear in front of them .

Yun Bilan pursed her lips and fell silent.

Huang Mao pulled Chen Mo aside, lowered his voice and whispered, "Well... do you feel that... Miss Bilan seems to have changed?"

In fact, they had already discovered this during the dungeon, but due to the urgency of the situation at the time, they didn't have time to think carefully about this aspect, but now, the dungeon is over, and now, everyone realizes Seeing Yun Bilan's strangeness.

In any case, the strength of the other party is obviously irrelevant.

During the two periods when their captain disappeared, they basically relied on Yun Bilan to take the lead, and even took advantage of the confrontation many times. However, this did not allow them to ignore the changes in the opponent's personality.

Extreme, irritable, and cloudy.

Chen Mo squinted his eyes and looked at Yun Bilan's back.

After a long time, he patted Huang Mao on the shoulder and said, "Take a good rest."

What followed was an almost long wait.

In a blank space, the passage of time can hardly be felt, and it is so long that it is disturbing.

finally…

I don't know how long it has passed, but on the huge screen, the number of survivors suddenly jumped.

【16/250】

Added one!

Everyone stood up abruptly.

Without warning, a familiar figure appeared in front of them in the blank field.

It's Wen Jianyan.

Everyone couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Although they knew from several previous experiences that the other party's delay in returning did not mean death, but this was nothing compared to the peace of mind they felt when they saw him appear in front of them with their own eyes.

The crowd rushed forward and surrounded the past.

"Why are you so late again this time?"

"It's good to be alive, we were really worried just now."

"But anyway, it's not just once or twice, I knew that you must be fine, captain."

However, unlike the joy and rejoicing of the rest of the people, Wen Jianyan seemed a little...absent.

He stood there with his eyes slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

As if a part of the body is still in the copy, although they are very close to them, it gives people an inexplicable illusion of being very far away.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?" Chen Mo noticed that something was wrong with Wen Jianyan's mood, and asked, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, the other red teams surrounded Wen Jianyan when they saw Wen Jianyan's return.

Mat took a step forward, solemnly stretched out his hand, and thanked him:

"It was in the copy before, thank you anyway."

Wen Jianyan pulled away from the strangeness just now, and almost in the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual appearance.

A familiar smile hung on the corner of his mouth, looking gentle, polite and approachable.

He shook hands with each other.

"You're welcome, everyone is in the same camp after all, and it's only right to help within a reasonable range."

Xi Zi: "If it wasn't for you before, I'm afraid not many people in our team would have survived."

Thinking of what happened in the dungeon before, she still has lingering fears.

If Wen Jianyan hadn't told them to leave the hotel quickly, they would have been buried under the squirming building of flesh and blood by now.

"If you want to thank, perhaps you should thank Black Fang more," Wen Jianyan said with a deepened smile on his lips, "If it wasn't for them, none of us might be able to escape."

No matter which side, as long as the fake, talents disguised as props are activated, bugs can be created in the dungeon, forcing the dungeon to crash, but in the end, it is bound to face extreme counterattacks, and even become targeted.

That's why he didn't actively activate it, but created a situation, guided Black's method, and "forced" it out.

Mat was taken aback.

Although she didn't quite understand what Wen Jianyan was talking about, she was very smart and didn't delve into it.

"Anyway, if there is anything we can help with in the future, please don't be polite."

"OK."

Wen Jianyan smiled and nodded.

Although he didn't believe that the other party would be grateful to him to the extent that he would help in a crisis, or that it would play a role in some critical place, he would not reject this superficial kindness at this moment.

"Although we still don't know who will win in the end," Mat turned his head to look at the huge screen next to him, "but at least more people survived on our side, which is already a kind of victory in itself."

Although the key item on the black side seemed to have been tampered with, Wen Jianyan also did not use her, so for now, the outcome of this duel is still pending.

"Um?"

The smile on Wen Jianyan's lips deepened slightly.

"I see the outcome is very clear."

What?

Everyone was startled, turned their heads and looked over, as if they didn't understand what he meant.

"Although the copy is indeed broken," Mat frowned, "but the faction's victory this time has nothing to do with platinum or not, but—"

She seemed to realize something, her eyes widened suddenly, and she turned to look at Wen Jianyan:

"Wait a minute, don't you?"

After a long, almost irritating silence, the screen in the live broadcast room finally lit up slowly.

Now, all the audience stopped arguing and turned their heads to look.

The system's cold, straightforward voice sounded, echoing in the hall:

"Due to an abnormal BUG in the settlement of this dungeon, the success or failure of the match will be determined in the most initial way—"

initial method?

The initial way to judge victory in the first place is…

The audience was startled and looked at each other.

Suddenly, someone suddenly realized:

"It's the turnover of the respective teams!!"

To be precise, the reason why the item made of souls can directly make the dungeon a platinum achievement, and at the same time let the party that activates it win, is because it can send away all the customers at once, so that the business that this team can get The amount directly broke through the statistical upper limit.

But now, this prop is destroyed, so the final victory can only be determined according to the amount of turnover accumulated by both parties before...

"Grass!!"

"I'm stupid!!"

"That's what he wanted!!"

On the huge screen, the turnover comparison between the red and black sides slowly emerged.

Black: 0

Red side: 3

All the anchors in front of the screen were dumbfounded.

All the Ming coins earned by the black side in the dungeon were abducted by Wen Jianyan and completely emptied. Although the red side spent the Ming coins to resurrect all the people who could be resurrected, compared with "0", it was nothing. Always wins.

The screens and flags hanging high in the air all changed in the blink of an eye, turning bright red.

【Ding! Congratulations to the red team anchor for winning this camp against Ben! And get all the rewards of this live broadcast, please make persistent efforts and create greater glories! 】

Staring at the words that appeared on the screen, all the anchors showed blank expressions.

They imagined many scenarios, but they didn't guess that Wen Jianyan would start planning all this so early...

They turned their heads involuntarily and looked at each other.

Did he know from the beginning that things would turn out this way?

very scary…

However, the protagonist at the center of the storm does not seem to be so conscious.

Wen Jianyan had the foresight to turn off the sound in his ears to stop the jingling reward sound, but he still happily opened his live broadcast interface and watched the number of points in his account gradually increase.

To be honest, he spent a lot of money in this dungeon.

Using the appearance many times in such a high-level dungeon has almost emptied all the points he can control in the dungeon, not to mention using up many difficult-level props obtained from previous dungeons. Now seeing his inventory It was finally supplemented, even more than enough, and it was the happiest thing for Wen Jianyan.

Staring at the rapidly increasing balance of points, Wen Jianyan's eyes curled up like a happy miser.

After all the rewards were distributed, all the anchors who survived the dungeon returned to the anchor hall.

Although the duration of this dungeon was only three days, after returning to the anchor hall, everyone still felt as if they had passed away.

In such a long dungeon, both physically and mentally were exhausted to an unprecedented degree.

Everyone longs for rest.

"Wait a minute." Wen Jianyan called out to everyone.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over.

Wen Jianyan looked at Yun Bilan: "Are all the anchors of our guild in their free time?"

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan would ask such a question, Yun Bilan was slightly taken aback, took out the phone from her pocket, and briefly checked it.

She shook her head: "No, several of them are currently in the dungeon."

Wen Jianyan let out a "huh" and said:

"Tell all the anchors, don't leave the anchor hall to enter the dungeon these days, call me when everyone is here, let's have a meeting."

Everyone looked at each other.

Although they didn't know what Wen Jianyan was going to do, they still nodded.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something, and looked at Chen Mo again, "Do you still remember the pending affairs of our guild before entering Xingwang Hotel?"

Chen Mo: "?"

Wen Jianyan attached herself to him and whispered something in his ear.

Chen Mo's pupils trembled.

He looked at Wen Jianyan and asked blankly, "What, what? Are you sure?"

"Of course," Wen Jianyan said with a smile, "I think it's time, don't you think?"

After finishing speaking, he patted Chen Mo on the shoulder:

"Okay, let's go to work."

With an expression of doubting his life, Chen Mo walked away step by step.

"Okay, okay." Wen Jianyan clapped her hands, "Everyone go to rest."

He moved his sore shoulder and neck, and said lazily, "I'm tired too, see you later."

Everyone scattered and left.

Among all the people present, only one person did not move.

It's Bai Xue.

He stood where he was, his hair and skin were pale and bloodless, only a pair of eyes were strangely black, staring straight at Wen Jianyan.

"What?" Wen Jianyan blinked and asked.

"You didn't ask for my contact information." Bai Xue said in a straightforward voice.

Wen Jianyan: "???"

"You said in the copy before that you would buy me something to eat after the end." Bai Xue's face was expressionless, and her voice still had no ups and downs. "But you didn't ask for my contact information just now."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Without changing his face, he swore pointingly: "Don't worry, don't worry, of course I lied to you, isn't it because we will meet in the secret council sooner or later!"

"oh."

Snow White nodded.

"See you at the secret meeting."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wen Jianyan, who glibly said haha: "Hey, since we've covered this, let's leave our contact information before leaving."

Bai Xue: "Oh."

Soon, there was an additional contact information on Wen Jianyan's phone.

Bai Xue: "That's right."

"Huh?" Wen Jianyan made a single sound absent-mindedly.

"The probability and overall situation of a single card." Bai Xue raised her dark, lifeless eyes, "I know what this means."

Wen Jianyan was startled: "?"

Um?

What is not the overall situation?

"Let's play another round next time." Bai Xue looked at Wen Jianyan without a moment's notice, there was no expression on her snow-white face, but the expression in her eyes was very stubborn, which looked a little creepy, "I will win."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Under the other party's overly persistent gaze, he suddenly felt a strong thorn in his back.

Wait a minute, Bai Xue seems to be... more real than he imagined!

Wen Jianyan felt a little nervous.

If he tells the real reason for his victory at this time, he will be killed, right?

Must be killed, right? !

"Hahaha,"

Wen Jianyan laughed dryly, "I'll talk about it next time, I'll talk about it next time."

Under the appalling gaze of the other party, Wen Jianyan found an excuse, turned around, slipped away with oil on the soles of her feet, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only Bai Xue standing there with a blank expression on her face. Watching his back.

Soon, Wen Jianyan returned to the residence he had redeemed with points in the anchor hall.

Instead of looking for Su Cheng and the others, he went straight back to his room.

As soon as he opened the door, Wen Jianyan froze for a moment.

The room has changed.

This was the most expensive room in the nightmare. Although he was the only one living in it, it was extraordinarily luxurious, which was in line with Wen Jianyan's consumerist character of carpe bliss.

However, during the time he entered the copy, his room was upgraded again.

Even in the real world, the presidential suites of the top hotels are far inferior to this.

There is a refreshing, pine forest-like fragrance in the air, and the top champagne that can be collected is placed on the table.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward.

Next to the champagne was a black and gold card with the words:

【Congratulations on officially becoming a member of the secret council】.

It seems that this is a special treatment that can only be opened by the top ten.

Although he had entered the top ten before, he was still in the probationary period after all. However, after completing the instance of [Prosperous Hotel], Nightmare apparently finally recognized his status and formally accepted him into the secret council.

Wen Jianyan smiled, flung the card away lightly, took out his custom-made frog slippers from the shoe cabinet, and walked towards the sofa.

He opened the champagne.

With a sound of "Bo", the stopper was opened, and the golden wine exuding fruity aroma was poured into the quilt, foaming densely.

Wen Jianyan took a sip of his wine.

The quality is really good.

"Well, that's not enough,"

Wen Jianyan leaned on the sofa as if she had no bones, spreading her arms and legs out.

He shook the wine in the glass, watched the color it showed under the light, and said lazily, "The benefits we agreed on before are more than this."

There was a dead silence around my ears.

Nightmare seemed to have no intention of responding.

But Wen Jianyan knew that it must be listening.

"To what extent have you reviewed my appeal before?" Wen Jianyan asked.

After the copy of the Prosperity Mansion ended, he began to negotiate with Nightmare. One of his demands was to take the place of the oracle and "cooperate" or even trade with Nightmare.

The purpose is to enter into the core of the nightmare accordingly.

At that time, Nightmare did not answer directly, but said that his appeal would be reviewed and asked Wen Jianyan to wait for their contact.

Immediately afterwards, we came to the copy of [Prosperous Hotel].

In name, this was a contest to enter the secret council, but as time went by, the dungeon gradually became clearer, and Wen Jianyan knew that this was probably the so-called "audit".

It's a pity that, no matter whether it was erasing the witch candle through the box garden, or completing the sacrifice through props, under Wen Jianyan's "effort", both of Nightmare's preparations failed.

But the problem is that every step of Wen Jianyan did not violate the rules of the game, nor did he intend to resist the nightmare. Not only did he complete the dungeon perfectly and win the victory, he also "cleared" the so-called BUG according to its instructions. Cannot be considered as not successfully passed the review.

This obviously puts Nightmare in a dilemma.

Wen Jianyan was not in a hurry, but waited patiently.

Champagne fades over time.

Wen Jianyan supported his head with one hand, with a little red on his cheekbones, he shook the last bit of golden wine in the quilt, his loose hair drooped, and his expression was lazy and relaxed.

In the ear, the voice of the system finally sounded:

"Tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon, please attend the official meeting of the secret council."

In the shadows falling from the ends of the hair, the eyes that should have been hazy were very clear, without any sign of drunkenness.

It's not a definitive answer, but it's an unabashed clue.

"Formal?" Wen Jianyan asked, "You mean, it wasn't formal last time?"

"Yes." The mechanical voice in the ear replied.

"What's the difference?"

"All members of Parliament who are able to act will be there."

Wen Jianyan covered the glimmer in his eyes, drank the last champagne, and smiled silently:

"Okay, I'll go."

Wen Jianyan threw the empty wine glass aside, not caring that the remaining wine in it flowed down, soaking the expensive leather sofa, and then walked into the bathroom in three steps.

He took a shower.

Wen Jianyan slowly left the bath and put on his clothes after the cold and sticky rainwater that had been stained in the dungeon before was completely washed away.

The warm water vapor evaporated, blurring the cold mirror surface.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on her hands.

In the palm of his hand, there is a faint pink knife edge.

His fingers twitched.

The vivid touch surged again.

The cold knife hilt held tightly in the palm, hot golden blood flowing from the fingertips.

Overwhelming darkness, endless lonely graves.

The cold coffin, the smell of decay.

On the back of the neck was a cold and wide palm, pressing him forward.

The blade plunged deep into his chest, and what spread out together with the blood was a strong, suffocating sense of oppression on his lips.

Between blood and saliva, they are so wet and intimate.

His pupils constricted, staring at the other person's face close at hand.

Until the other party disappeared like a bubble, the sharp light from the tip of the knife swayed slightly and fell on the face.

Until the hot blood remained between his already stiff fingers, and the touch of the other party's lips remained on his lips, as well as the passionate teeth marks.

The young man stood in front of the mirror, lowering his eyes expressionlessly.

In the tightly controlled calm appearance, his lips moved, as if they were slightly pursed.

After realizing what he was doing, he frowned a little irritably, and raised his hand to ruffle his wet hair.

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan left the bathroom and threw herself on the bed.

He raised his hand, fingers spread.

The Ouroboros ring on the finger was tightly wrapped around the root of the finger. Even after being soaked in hot water, it was still icy cold, in sharp contrast to the pink skin underneath that was too soft and hot from the bath.

According to common sense, after the dungeon is over, he should meet with his allies again and exchange information.

but…

I don't want to go at all.

Wen Jianyan put down his hands, and even pressed his palms into the quilt to keep out of sight and out of mind.

With a sullen face, he stared at the ceiling coldly.

Damn witch candle.

Can't you just resist?

Chapter end