Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 59

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Wen Jianyan has exceptionally rich experience in card time.

The moment he finished speaking harshly, the translucent countdown suspended above his head happened to reset to zero.

【Countdown: 00:00】

He smiled and waved at Granny Wen in front of him: "Goodbye."

In the next second, the familiar, dizzying feeling came again.

When Wen Jianyan opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the very beginning.

Chains and spells hung silently in the darkness, the door was quietly opened, the room was empty, the ground and walls were all bare, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

Su Cheng's deliberately lowered voice came from behind: "...Someone is coming!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up: "Do as we said before!"

The two put on concealment robes, and disappeared into the cold and deep corridor one after the other.

In fact, this was the purpose of Wen Jianyan's visit to 1316 in the first place.

According to the clues he got in the inner world, the remaining seven jars should all be hidden in 1316. In this case, if there is any unusual movement here, Granny Wen must not let it go.

Of course, it would be even better if we could find some clues in 1316, but it doesn't matter if we don't find anything, as long as Granny Wen is attracted, his goal will be achieved.

"Duh, duh, duh."

The heavy sound of crutches hitting the ground sounded at the end of the corridor, and the hunched lady Wen slowly walked out from the depths of the shadows. She opened her eyes covered with white clouds and walked step by step to the door not far away. Wide open 1316.

Wen Jianyan held his breath and walked lightly.

Using the effect of the concealing robe, he quietly walked around Granny Wen's side, and then ran straight to Granny Wen's room!

hurry up!

He bent down, easily picked the old door lock, and then slipped in silently.

The light in the room was dim, and the air was filled with a strong burning fragrance. An evil Bodhisattva statue as tall as a person stood in the center of the entire room layout, with various charms and instruments hanging on both sides, and electronic candles flickered faintly red.

The room was filled with all kinds of strange artifacts, and weird and distorted lines were drawn on the ground and on the door.

Wen Jianyan quickly rummaged through the cabinet, hoping to find some useful clues.

Soon, he found some briefings that had been cut down.

One of them was a serial murderer who murdered seven people in a row, and died suddenly on the day of his arrest.

Wen Jianyan threw the briefing away.

He stood in the center of the room, looking around at the cramped narrow room in front of him, a shadow rarely passed over his forehead.

Finding things is Wen Jianyan's forte.

Especially about the kind of secrets that they don't want to reveal, that they try to keep hidden.

Wen Jianyan understands this kind of human psychology so well, so he can always find the location of such items accurately.

But... this time is different.

Because Wen Jianyan didn't find anything, but found too many things.

Skeletons of babies, magic tools for making, weird containers that smell of blood, strange insects and animals that have been dried, small sculptures with weird shapes...

It's almost like an exhibition hall of an evil sect.

In addition, Wen Jianyan also found paper, paste and dyes, as well as several unfinished paper figurines.

Everything made his scalp tingle, but he had no idea what it was for, let alone where to start.

At this moment, Su Cheng's deliberately low voice came from outside the door: "...Did you find anything?"

"…not yet."

Wen Jianyan stood still and responded in a low voice.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something, his eyes paused slightly, and his eyes slowly fell on the statue of Bodhisattva, which was as tall as a person.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

…maybe.

Su Cheng's anxious urging voice came from outside the door:

"Are you still okay? If we don't leave, the old lady will probably come back!"

Wen Jianyan: "...immediately!"

As he answered, he walked quickly to the Bodhisattva statue, and carefully looked at the brass statue in front of him, which exuded a strong evil meaning.

Brass is solid, so you can hide things, so...

Wen Jianyan bent her knuckles and raised her hand to tap the base of the Bodhisattva statue.

hollow.

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up instantly.

Hit the jackpot!

He stretched out his hand, trying to lift the brass statue of Bodhisattva, but the metal statue was too heavy, Wen Jianyan blushed and didn't even raise it a few inches.

He had to let go, giving up the attempt.

Su Cheng's voice sounded again. He seemed to hear heavy noises in the room. His voice was even more uneasy than before: "...What are you doing? Hurry up, we should go!"

"…immediately!"

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, lowered her voice and roared back.

While Wen Jianyan was rummaging for things in the room, Su Cheng stood at the door watching the wind as they had agreed at the beginning, and his whole body was in a tense state of panic.

From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the depths of the corridors on both sides, for fear of seeing that familiar figure appear at the end of the shadow.

After hearing Wen Jianyan's reply for the second time, Su Cheng slowly took a deep breath, suppressing the raging desire to beat someone in his heart.

Pooh! If you do this right away, the horse will wait to die of old age!

At the end of the corridor, there were many shadows, and a hunched, slow-moving figure faintly appeared in the field of vision.

Su Cheng gasped, and subconsciously pressed his back against the wall.

He can only pray now that their next move is quiet and quick, fleeing before being discovered by the other party.

Su Cheng probed into the room and urged in a low voice, "Quick, you're back!"

The words of urging were stuck in his throat.

He stared at the room dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on the statue, and Wen Jianyan, who was slowly stepping back, suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: "You you you... What do you want to do?"

The young man didn't answer, but stared intently at the statue of the evil Bodhisattva in front of him, backed up, backed up, backed up—and then helped to start!

He raised his long legs and kicked on the Bodhisattva statue!

Crisp and sharp, extremely rough.

The brass Bodhisattva statue collapsed, and the metal and the ground collided with each other, making a deafening roar! Echoed in the dark and dead corridor.

Su Cheng's forehead buzzed from the shock.

His expression was blank, dumbfounded, unable to make any response for a long time.

I can **** you be quiet and quick.

It's so quiet!

At the end of the corridor, the hunchbacked, slow-moving figure suddenly paused, and then sped up its pace at an incredible speed, like a rabbit out of the cage, and rushed towards this direction at a trot all the way!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"I can't stop laughing! What's the fastest way to **** off a cultist? Kick her idol over!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha Wen Po: Xiaobi, you wait for me!"

Wen Jianyan grabbed the thing in the groove of the statue's base, and didn't have time to look at what it was, but put the thing in his pocket directly, and rushed out of the room as fast as possible:

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

He grabbed Su Cheng who was still in a daze, and screamed:

"Run, run! People are about to catch up!"

Su Cheng collapsed.

you are good! We are done too!

Wen Jianyan dragged Su Chengcheng to run into the distance, the whistling wind filled his ears, and the dark doors on both sides of the corridor passed by.

While running, he took out from his pocket the worn paper he had just found from the groove of the base of the Bodhisattva statue, and carefully distinguished the writing on it under the dim light.

"So, what's going on with this dungeon!"

While running, Su Cheng looked at Wen Jianyan and asked in a raised voice.

Ever since they came out of the inner world, he couldn't keep up with Wen Jianyan's train of thought. The other party obviously had more information than him, and the whole action process was done without hesitation. Su Cheng finally found a chance this time. The question was asked.

"To put it simply, it's part of Granny Wen's plan to seal the evil spirit."

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the worn paper in his hand: "To seal it, you need ten soul-locking altars, and the key to making it is desire and massacre—I guess, it doesn't matter whose desire is, as long as the massacre can satisfy the desire." .”

"She found a puppet full of desire, brainwashed him with the teachings of sexism, turned him into a serial killer, successfully made seven soul-locking altars, and as a result, the puppet was caught in the middle, so the remaining three One needs Granny Wen to figure it out on her own."

Su Cheng was stunned:

"So she's targeting the residents in this building?"

Wen Jianyan replied briefly, "Yes."

His eyes fell on a corner of the paper, and stayed on the date for a moment:

"The power of evil spirits will reach its peak on July 15th, so Granny Wen must make ten soul-locking altars tonight."

Su Cheng's face turned pale for a moment, and he completed Wen Jianyan's words with some fear: "But the last one failed at 1304, so she focused her attention on us anchors..."

"That's right."

Wen Jianyan put the note back into his pocket, and then took out another object that he took out from the Bodhisattva base.

The moment he saw what it was, his pupils constricted and he almost forgot to breathe.

It's a mirror shard.

Under the flickering lights, it seems that I can faintly see...

An erratic man's figure.

The dark runes covered the pale skin, and the facial features were blurred, as if there were only shadows left, soundlessly sleeping in the depths of the mirror.

There was that familiar feeling of fear that made his fingertips feel cold.

The skin on the forearm started to feel hot again.

Grass, the evil spirit is really you!

Wen Jianyan gasped for breath, turned the mirror upside down reflexively, as if being scalded, his fingertips trembled, and then hurriedly stuffed it back into his pocket.

Please, please, please, continue to sleep, continue to sleep!

Suddenly, Su Cheng stopped abruptly.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback, then quickly stopped her pace and looked up.

In the corridor ahead, countless people were crowded, and under the dim red light, those pale and smiling paper faces appeared not far away, firmly blocking their way.

"These paper figures..." Su Cheng swallowed his saliva.

Wen Jianyan lowered his voice and gave an affirmative answer: "That's right, these paper figurines are all puppets of Granny Wen."

They were only created by Granny Wen, and those pale monsters that were sealed in jars and made rattling noises were the real ghosts in this dungeon.

The two backed away slowly, then turned around abruptly, and ran in the other direction.

However, before they ran a few steps, they saw figures appearing in the depths of the corridor in another direction.

Under the dark red light, those smiling paper figurines stared straight at the two humans in front of them. On their pale faces, the two blushes looked particularly strange and eye-catching.

The two were blocked at the corner of the corridor, with pursuers on the left and right, and there was nowhere to escape.

Wen Jianyan abruptly pulled Su Cheng over, lowered his voice and whispered in the other's ear: "Wait a minute and watch my gestures, chant the spell and enter the mirror."

Su Cheng: "?"

ah? Isn't there a third soul-locking altar in the mirror! Do you want to go in and be hunted down by other anchors!

Before he had time to ask his question, he saw a path slowly parting among the paper figurines in front, and a stooped old woman slowly came out from behind.

Su Cheng subconsciously closed his voice.

"Duh, duh, duh."

The sound of the crutches hitting the ground echoed in the corridor, slowly approaching the direction of the two of them, every step was like a hammer on the heart of a person, and one couldn't help but feel a tight grip on the heart.

Soon, Po Wen's face appeared under the light.

She looks very different from before.

Granny Wen's wrinkled face trembled slightly, the corners of her mouth drooped tremblingly, a pair of cloudy eyes fixedly stared at Wen Jianyan, the previous appearance of an unfathomable expert had disappeared at some point, she It was as if he had to eat the flesh and skin of the young man in front of him in order to relieve his great hatred.

Obviously, she has realized who the culprit of the chaos in her room is.

"Young man, you will pay for your actions."

Granny Wen's voice was old and hoarse, echoing in the dark corridor, like the hiss of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"laugh."

The young man laughed, narrowing his amber eyes, and with a faint smile on his lips, he took a step forward slowly: "It seems that you haven't realized who I am yet."

Su Cheng stared at Wen Jianyan who took a step forward in horror.

…ah?

What? who are you?

Wen Jianyan rolled up his sleeves unhurriedly, exposing his arms. On his fair skin, the black, spell-like lines stretched out, covering the back of his hands and forearms completely. Under the bright lights, there was a strange luster.

The moment she saw the pattern, Granny Wen's pupils shrank instantly, and she took a step back almost subconsciously.

"That's right, the evil spirit you want to seal is my only truegod."

The young man's face remained unchanged, and the depths of his amber pupils shone with sincerity and enthusiasm, full of devotion and passion like a fanatic. He smiled and said in a fanatical tone: "I have found a way to kill my father. God wakes up, He will return tonight! Right here, right now!"

Granny Wen was shocked, her eyes flickered, she looked at the young man in front of her with a vicious expression, as if she was weighing the truth of what he said.

While speaking, Wen Jianyan put one hand behind his back and gestured to Su Cheng:

Hurry, it's now!

-hurry up!

Chapter end