Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 42

Chapter Forty-Two

Wen Jianyan once again returned to the live broadcast waiting room full of cameras and transparent compartments.

Before the start of the next instance, he seized the time to check his backpack.

The [Xiaojie's Teeth] obtained in the copy of Decai Middle School has been used up, and [Mr. Mirror] Wen Jianyan still hasn't figured out the purpose, so he can only keep it in the backpack for the time being.

The two props obtained at Fukang Private General Hospital were also put into the backpack.

[Lin Qing's doctor's certificate (difficult-level props in the copy of Fukang Private General Hospital) Effect: Resist a fatal injury

Note: The host gets * Lin Qing's blessing item effectiveness improvement: after using it, he will get a one-minute golden body effect]

The number under the doctor's card is *1, that is to say, this is a consumable item that can only be used once.

[Remains of the Holy Infant* sleeping (epic-level props in the copy of Fukang Private General Hospital) Effect: wake up the Holy Infant, obtain the identity of the mother of the world 30S]

【LV1】

[Permanently bound anchor: Wen Jianyan]

There is no quantity mark under the holy baby, only a very long cooling time bar.

This is an extremely rare growth item in nightmares, and the remains of the Holy Infant he obtained are even rarer among the rare. Not only will it not be consumed, but it will also be permanently bound to the anchor, so it cannot be dropped or snatched.

At least, Wen Jianyan has never heard of the existence of a second similar prop.

He touched the holy baby in the void with his fingertips, and an inadvertent softness flashed across his eyes.

【Apple seedling: LV2】

(Destroying the Flower of Illusion: Developing)

(Fruit of Lies: Developing)

Thirty seconds left in the blood-red countdown in the void.

The lively voice of the little assistant came from my ear:

"The amount of points that D-level anchors can bring into the dungeon is: 5000 points, please save money and work hard to survive!"

This is much better than the E-class that can only bring 1000 points, at least you can buy a life-saving item or exchange for 50 minutes of survival time, and the fault tolerance rate is much higher than before.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and closed the backpack interface.

During this period of time, he wore various appearances, scouted among the various low-level and middle-level guilds, and learned a lot of valuable information.

However, the specific information and plot in the dungeon are always a secret.

Obviously, there is a very strict set of "anti-spoiler" rules in the Nightmare live broadcast room. Not only can the host not watch the live broadcast, but also will not enter the same dungeon. The system will also severely punish the host who leaks the plot or content of the dungeon. , Therefore, no anchor can know the content of the next dungeon in advance.

However, the dungeon mode below C level is basically fixed. The anchor only needs to avoid all kinds of death rules, maintain the live broadcast, and clear the level by exchanging survival time. Don't think about collecting hidden items or changing the plot. Basically, the difficulty of surviving will not be very great.

However, the copy for C++ and above is different.

The mode of the dungeon will become more flexible and demanding, and varied. For example, the team hunting battle started in the last dungeon is a unique mode. In this dungeon, the survival time is still important, but if you do not complete the task , even if you survive long enough, you will encounter a death crisis.

Due to level restrictions, and in order not to be targeted by members of the dark fire, the anchors that Wen Jianyan came into contact with were basically D-level similar to himself, and the highest was C-, so he didn't know much about dungeons above C+ level. deep.

But it doesn't matter.

D-level anchors can only enter C-level dungeons at the highest.

After fully understanding the rules, Wen Jianyan is very confident about entering the dungeon this time.

The experience he summed up can be briefly summarized in three words:

Don't be dead.

As long as you don't be idle and blindly increase the degree of plot deviation, with Wen Jianyan's current popularity in the live broadcast room, it is appropriate to pass a D-level, or even a C-level book.

Nothing to worry about!

However, before Wen Jianyan could relax, he heard the mechanical female voice ringing in his ears again:

"Ding! Due to the wonderful performance of the host in the last dungeon, a B-level dungeon will be opened for you!"

"I hope the anchor will continue to work hard and continue to improve the audience's viewing experience!"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

ah?

[Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start soon. 】

[Our aim is - entertainment to death! 】

Wen Jianyan's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Noisy, very life-like voices came into the ears, the crowd was endless, old people, children, men, women, laughter, shouting, talking, countless streams of sound mixed together, like a loud and huge sound wave rushing towards the face Come on, take him all in.

The ear suddenly changed from extremely quiet to extremely noisy, and the huge contrast made Wen Jianyan a little bit overwhelmed for a while.

He blinked, and after a short period of blankness and blankness, his eyes slowly focused.

He realized that he was standing in the middle of a vegetable market.

The sun was setting.

The reddish afterglow falls on the old-fashioned market, and there are simple pavements on both sides, vegetables, meat, cooked food... Crowds are flowing around, students after school, office workers who just got off work, old people with gray hair, They stop and go, buying things for dinner, everything is full of fireworks.

Wen Jianyan was in a daze, and even wondered if he was in the real world for a moment.

A mechanical voice rang in his ear, pulling him back from his stupefaction:

"Welcome the anchor to enter the B-level dungeon [Antai Community]. This dungeon is a role-playing limited-time dungeon with a duration of 12 hours. Please check the identity card in time and complete the main task.

Note: The main task in this dungeon must be completed, otherwise it will be judged that the live broadcast has failed and the live broadcast room will be closed. "

…B-grade.

The corners of Wen Jianyan's eyes twitched slightly.

He was about to change his mind and become a good anchor for a long time in troubled waters, but the system threw him directly into this kind of "impersonation-type limited-time dungeon" that he had never touched before...

So he must have been targeted!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Good guy, B-level dungeon, the difficulty has risen too fast!"

"However [Antai District] is not bad, the difficulty is relatively low in this level of dungeons."

"That's right, this book is quite friendly to the anchors who have just upgraded, and the initial survival time of each anchor is fixed. Fucked."

"Hahahahaha yes, I remember that there is an identity card with a very high mortality rate in this dungeon. Basically, no anchor has survived the first few missions after obtaining this identity."

"Yes, yes, I remember that it seemed to be an anchor of spirit exploration, right? I laughed to death, this identity card is really perfect, supernatural events must kill people, and the main task is really to put people in a pit."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritted her molars resentfully, and took out her phone from her pocket.

The mobile phones this time are much more advanced than the ones distributed by the system at Fukang Hospital, and the props distributed to the anchors in the Nightmare Live Studio will obviously vary according to the age of the copy.

However, the prompts that popped up on the screen were exactly the same.

[Due to the large number of NPCs in this dungeon, in order to ensure the quality of your live broadcast, we will open the Nightmare background APP service for you]

[Please make persistent efforts to create a more exciting and novel viewing experience for the audience! 】

Wen Jianyan skillfully opened the nightmare icon on the phone.

【Identify card】

Life: Wu Qinghe

Age: 22

Occupation: Spiritual anchor

Related plot: Unlocking

[The initial survival time has been allocated: 5:00:00]

[Integrity first] There was a piece of "..." floating in the live broadcast room

"...As expected, it's not surprising."

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha It's really you!”

"Because there is no difference in the initial duration, I overturned on the identity card, hahahahahahahahaha I really shouldn't have the slightest expectation of the anchor's luck!"

Wen Jianyan, who didn't know about it, was refreshed.

five hours!

Great!

This is the first time he has reached such a high survival time at the beginning! Could it be that the goddess of luck finally favored him!

Wen Jianyan's confidence suddenly surged, and his whole body was full of energy.

His eyes fell on the column of "related plots".

This time, the related plot on the identity card is no longer [not yet unlocked], but has become [unlocking]. Is this the difference between role-playing limited-time dungeons and ordinary time-limited dungeons?

Under his thoughtful gaze, the relevant plot on the identity card slowly emerged:

[Your name is Wu Qinghe, and you are a contracted spirit-exploring anchor on a platform. Recently, you heard that there were many supernatural events in Antai Community, so, on July 14th, you came here with your equipment. Getting ready to shoot material for my new video "Hungry Ghost Festival". 】

The main task has been refreshed.

[Main task 1: Stay in Antai community within two hours]

【Completion: 0%】

[Main task 2: Go to room 1304 for shooting, the shooting time should not be less than ten minutes]

【Completion: 0%】

Wen Jianyan stared at the phone screen lost in thought.

The word "occupancy" is very crucial.

Not to enter, but to stay.

In other words, he must live in this community, not simply enter it.

This might be a bit difficult for Wu Qinghe, the spiritual anchor.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"I went to the live broadcast rooms of several other anchors next door. Most of their ID cards are residents in Antai Community. Now they have basically started to explore the map. Only our poor dog liar is miserable alone. Tragically locked out of the map, I have to find a way to live in, I laughed so hard."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, it's really too miserable."

"However, it's okay. The first task won't be too difficult. I remember that there is an advertisement for rent at the entrance of Antai Community, right? As long as the anchor exchange points for some cash, and then talk to the apartment manager, it should be easy. There is no problem."

While chatting in the live broadcast room, Wen Jianyan made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations.

I saw him raise his eyes, quickly glanced around the vegetable market in front of him, and then walked in one direction with a strong purpose.

The lady proprietress of the pork shop was chopping the pork bones on the chopping board with a sharp kitchen knife. Scarlet blood dripped down the chopping board full of knife marks, her movements were swift and skillful.

"Hello."

At this moment, a young man's voice sounded from above his head: "Excuse me...can you give me a piece of paper?"

The other party really had a good voice, clear, soft, and polite. Even in the chaotic market, it was as eye-catching as a clear spring.

The proprietress raised her head subconsciously.

I saw a young man standing in front of the shop, with his hands spread out in embarrassment, the slender white palms were stained with blood from the front of the shop: "Sorry, I just accidentally rubbed a little..."

The other party's appearance is really outstanding, with handsome features, slender figure, and the clothes he wears are also clean and decent, and the dirt on his hands is even more glaring.

His amber eyes were drooping shyly, with a soft gleam in the setting sun. When he was stared at intently by such a pair of eyes, it was almost impossible to reject him.

The lady boss blushed slightly.

"No problem, young man, just wait."

She wiped her palms on the apron, turned her head and searched the shop, only to find that the roll of toilet paper that had just been placed on the counter had disappeared at some point.

The proprietress hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the light yellow oiled paper used to wrap the pork beside her:

"I don't know if this will work?"

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and smiled, and took the oil paper from the other party with clean hands: "Thank you very much."

He turned around and left the pork shop, took out the toilet paper from his pocket, pulled out a piece, carefully wiped off the blood on his hands, and threw it into the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, the young man folded and tore apart the light yellow oiled paper, and skillfully flipped the paper with his slender, white fingers, easily folding the paper into the shape he wanted.

He folded three in a row, then put the folded things in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the gate of Antai Community.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom".

The doorman's window was knocked lightly from the outside.

"... who is who?"

The doorman is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He pushed open the greasy window and poked his head out. His eyes were black and blue from lack of sleep, and he looked irritable and restless:

"What for? Visitor registration?"

"No, I'm not visiting."

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze from the community, turned his head to look at the guard in front of him.

The young man in front of him looked extraordinarily young, both his clothes and his face were decent, and he answered politely and politely.

However, there was an unusually quiet gleam in his eyes, and he was looking at it for a moment, which made the guard inexplicably startled: "Then what are you here for?"

Wen Jianyan took a step forward, took out a folded, pale yellow copper coin from his pocket, and placed it gently on the windowsill.

The guard's face was a bit ugly: "What do you mean?"

"Before 12 o'clock tonight, burn it at the corner of the corridor on the thirteenth floor where the lights disappear, and take it with wine."

The young man lowered his voice and ordered word by word:

"But this is not the way to crack it. Remember, you can't stay here for long. The farther you go, the better. Don't come back."

After finishing speaking, he took a step back: "Goodbye, best wishes."

Wen Jianyan turned around and walked away from the community without hesitation.

He counted the seconds in his mind.

"10, 9, 8..."

Soon, a panting sound came from behind: "Wait, wait!"

The guard's voice was panicked and urgent, and he pressed Wen Jianyan's shoulder: "Little brother, wait!"

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips curled up slightly indistinctly.

He turned his head and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You...how are you..."

The guard stood firm, his eyes moved somewhat uncomfortably, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "What do you know?"

"I'm just passing by."

Wen Jianyan shook her head with a calm expression:

He took a deep breath, glanced unconsciously at the Antai community, and then quickly retracted as if very afraid:

"I'm just helping out, you don't have to take it to heart."

"but…"

He paused.

The guard held his breath subconsciously: "But what?"

"It's nothing." Wen Jianyan sighed again, and looked up at the gradually darkening sky, with a heavy look in his eyes: "Tonight is the Ghost Festival, and I'm leaving."

He stopped talking and turned to leave.

"Don't go, don't go!" The guard grabbed Wen Jianyan's arm anxiously, his attitude has changed 180 degrees, sincere and sincere: "Little brother, you, you look like a tall man , recently, recently this community has indeed..."

He looked around secretly, and after confirming that no one was listening nearby, he said cautiously:

"Something weird happened."

"It's a bit inconvenient to talk here, I wonder if you'd like to... go in and have a chat?" the guard asked anxiously.

A smile flashed across Wen Jianyan's eyes.

Great, hooked.

In just a few minutes, he had quickly looked around the entire concierge.

The five emperors' coin was hung by the window. The position of the hanging was awkward and incorrect. It should have been hung not long ago, and the person who hung it probably only had a half-knowledge of metaphysics.

The doorman wears a string of Buddhas in his hands, a cross around his neck, and a small statue of Guanyin on the table.

With such a complex combination, it looks like you are in a hurry to go to the doctor. Regardless of gods, Buddhas and ghosts, as long as it can be used, you will believe it.

In extreme fear, people will lose their ability to judge and grab any spider silk that stretches out in front of them.

—whether or not this spider silk is made of pork-wrapped paper.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Grass! As expected of you, dog liar! 【Reward points 50】"

"Grass! As expected of you, dog liar! [100 reward points]"

Room 1025.

There was a stale atmosphere in the narrow room, and debris was piled up everywhere, and there was almost nowhere to go.

A slender and straight young man was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were lowered, and his eyes fell on the steaming old tea cup on the table, looking out of place with his surroundings.

"How many times have I told you, don't bring this kind of talkative person into your home."

In the kitchen, the doorman's wife severely reprimanded her husband: "One or two of these people are liars, why don't you have a long memory?"

She tugged at the prayer beads on the guard's wrist, and frowned with anger: "Look at the things you bought for thousands of dollars, are they useful!"

"No, wife, listen to me, I'm afraid this guy really has something."

The guard gave her a brief overview of what happened at the gate of the community: "...he just mentioned the thirteenth floor, and he didn't ask me for money at all..."

Cai Feng snorted coldly: "Maybe it's a good-natured person who heard about the incident and came here to deceive you."

She turned her head and walked out:

"You stay here, I'll talk to him."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. Half of his face was immersed in the sinking sunset outside the window, and his eyebrows became more and more picturesque. He was very handsome:

"Hello."

He greeted politely.

For some reason, the pent-up anger in Cai Feng's heart subsided a bit, and although the words he said were still hard, they were not as aggressive as he imagined:

"You said, you can solve the strange things in this building?"

Unexpectedly, the young man slowly frowned and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm not very knowledgeable, I'm afraid I won't be of much use."

Cai Feng was taken aback: "...what?"

Wen Jianyan stood up and looked around the entire room: "The location of the building is very strange. It is easy to accumulate yin and qi when sitting facing north and south, but the main line of the rooms in the building faces east. This year is the Year of Gengzi. Five Huanglian Zhenxing In the east, it is the great evil that symbolizes disasters and calamities."

He frowned, and pointed out the window: "Look here, the tip is going straight to the main entrance, it's the evil that pierces the heart."

Wen Jianyan looked at Cai Feng:

"How's your sleep?"

Cai Feng's eyes dodged a little: "...It's okay, it's okay."

"Didn't you hear any strange noise?" Wen Jianyan asked, his light-colored eyes stared straight at the other person, his clear and calm gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything: "Or... something strange?"

Cai Feng: "..."

For a moment she hesitated to answer.

Wen Jianyan sighed lightly: "The whole building is full of evil spirits, and it just happened to hit the Ghost Festival this year. The combination of weather and location has created such a feng shui overall situation. I alone can't do anything."

He shook his head with a heavy expression:

"I suggest that you better move out of this place quickly, at least... don't stay here during the Ghost Festival."

Under the other party's few words, Cai Feng couldn't help being shaken, and his back was hairy.

Regarding the strange events that happened in the Antai Community recently, she was not completely without any doubts in her heart, but now that she was frightened by this liar, she believed it 70% to 80%.

She trotted back to the kitchen and started talking with her husband.

Finally, after ten minutes, the two finally made up their minds.

It is better to believe in what is there than to believe in what is not.

Compared with the job of the gatekeeper, life is still more important.

They simply packed their luggage, hurriedly called to ask for leave and handed over work, and planned to spend two days in a hotel outside.

After thanking Wen Jianyan, they fled the Antai community as quickly as possible without looking back.

Hearing the sound of the cars running away, Wen Jianyan turned around and returned to the building. He took out a pin from his sleeve, and opened the door with two easy clicks.

[Main task 1: Stay in Antai community within two hours]

[Completion degree: 100% bonus points: 5000]

The dog liar looked around the empty room in front of him, with a satisfied look on his face.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room.

"...No way! This is all right?!"

"Grass, dog liar, you really deserve what you can do! What a loss!"

"In a certain sense, the host really didn't lie... If this couple stays during the Ghost Festival, they probably won't be far from death."

"Hahahahaha, but it's still a bully, I'm so stupid, I was really fooled by him, it's too bad!"

Next, it's time to complete the second task.

Wen Jianyan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and was about to check the video recording function of the mobile phone. He suddenly stopped, and his eyes stayed on the back of his hand.

On the fair skin, light black lines began to appear at some point, weird and zigzag, as if oozing out from under the skin.

It looks like...a spell.

And the pattern of this spell, Wen Jianyan can be regarded as very familiar.

It is exactly the same as that of the "Father God".

And the hand with the lines was precisely the one that stabbed the scalpel into the opponent's heart in Fukang Private General Hospital.

Wen Jianyan's pupils trembled, and an ominous premonition slowly surged in his heart.

He hurried to the bathroom and wiped the weird lines on the back of his hand with a damp paper, but the lines seemed to grow deep in the skin, and there was no trace of being wiped off at all.

Wen Jianyan stood there with a wooden face: "..."

His fingers were wet, and water was still dripping down, and the sticky touch of blood seemed to remain on the skin for a long time, which could not be eliminated no matter what.

...isn't it? Lady Luck?

Do you only care for a second when you care about people!

Chapter end