Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 66

Chapter 66

The number of people on the red side is slowly and continuously decreasing, but there is no sign of refining the soul lock altar.

In this endless attrition, all the anchors have reached the critical point of collapse.

But at this moment, something even worse happened.

Those teammates whose names were written on the yellow paper by themselves, unexpectedly appeared in front of them again for some unknown reason!

Moreover, they are obviously very clear about why they fell into such a field before, and soon, under the catalysis of revenge and anger, their former teammates were torn apart one by one, and the red camp fell into chaos.

[Antai Community] In the live broadcast room:

"Stimulate!"

"Ahhhhhhh, it's actually a big melee, I haven't seen such an exciting dungeon for a long time!"

"Speaking of which, the black side really knows how to play. It didn't take a single soldier to mess up the red side. Now the red side can't take care of themselves, let alone complete the main task."

"Yes, yes, it's really good. The original disadvantage was reversed in an instant. No wonder there is only one person in the camp against Black. The dungeon is really reliable in terms of strength distribution."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. !"

"Me too!"

In dungeons such as camp battles and team battles, the audience's reward is to bet. If the host they bet on wins, they can get a share after the dungeon ends. However, during the live broadcast, the audience can Flow in different live broadcast rooms, both sides can give rewards.

Half an hour before the end of the dungeon, the system will close the betting function and settle the rewards of the audience. Whichever side has the most rewards, the audience will be counted as a successful bet on which side. If the betting points on both sides are the same, then All points are counted as normal rewards, and do not participate in the final point dividend.

That is to say, if the audience realizes that the side they are currently supporting has a lower winning rate while watching the live broadcast, and if they want to change their support camp, they must go to the opposite live broadcast room to tip a higher amount.

In terms of being a capitalist, Nightmare Studio can be regarded as one of the best.

"But speaking of it, isn't the situation so obvious now? Why hasn't the winning rate determined by the system changed much?"

"It's true, it seems that since the faction war started, the winning rate prediction bar has not been moved..."

"? Is it a bug?"

In this dungeon divided into camps and teams, in order to entice viewers to tip and bet, the system will also use the data in the dungeon to calculate the winning percentage of the two camps, and display it in the live broadcast plaza in the form of data strips.

This win rate will also be refreshed and changed at any time.

However, after the faction battle mode of this dungeon of [Antai Community] was turned on, the winning rate bar calculated by this system has not changed, and it has always remained around 50%. Let the red side be in civil turmoil, the winning rate has never shifted to the black side, and there is even a tendency to favor the red side.

Wang Hanyu's complexion was very bad.

After he was unable to provide a new name for Wen Po and refused to write his own name on it, he was kicked out of Wen Po's hut.

Saying "rush" is not quite accurate.

To be precise, he found that the "Wen Po room" in front of him was slowly fading away. Whether it was the decorations in the room, the Wen Po sitting at the table not far away, or the other players in the room, they all looked like It was a phantom that dissipated from his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing alone in the empty corridor with nothing around him.

…Oh shit.

Wang Hanyu gritted his teeth secretly.

He knew that judging from the current situation, he had completely lost the chance to compete for the main line.

Then, according to his experience in dungeons, the most important thing now is to protect himself, redeem enough points to ensure that he will not die before the end of the main mission.

Wang Hanyu took a deep breath, lowered his head and glanced at the comparison of the numbers of the two camps in the backstage of his Nightmare APP.

It's okay, no matter what, the red side should still have the upper hand, after all...

Wang Hanyu reached into his pocket.

The hard and cold touch of the altar wall of the soul-locking altar came from his fingertips, which made him feel strangely at ease.

According to logic, if they want to create the tenth soul-locking altar, then Black's mission should be the opposite of theirs, which is to destroy the soul-locking altar.

This soul-locking altar was obtained by him in the scuffle before the faction battle started.

That is to say, as long as the soul-locking altar is still in his hands, the opponent should not be able to complete the main task, and the red party will not all die.

but…

For some reason, Wang Hanyu felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

For no reason, the words of that fake prophetic anchor kept echoing in his mind.

"The tower is upright."

"Everything about you will crumble from the bottom up, disintegrate, and all the bad things you have done will come back on you.

…Do not make jokes.

Wang Hanyu gritted his teeth, his pale face twisted slightly involuntarily under the strong emotion.

This is the case in the Nightmare live broadcast room. If you kill someone, you will be killed. This is an undeniable truth! Not to mention, the other party has become his obstacle!

In Nightmare, the qualifications for creating a guild are precious and harsh. Even if it is only a small guild, the creation process is not easy, and the guild will receive more rewards and preferential treatment. Many large guilds will raise some shadow guilds to obtain Double the benefits, enhance the competitiveness of your guild in the entire anchor market.

[Obsidian] The guild ranks in the top 20 on the entire ranking list, and has recently been in the limelight. They tried to include them in Obsidian and use their guild as their own shadow guild, but such favorable conditions were rejected by the guild leader. Chen Mo categorically refused, no matter how persuaded Wang Hanyu, the vice president, would not listen.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu decided to plan for his future.

Ever since Chen Mo's name was written on the yellow paper, until now, Wang Hanyu firmly believed that he had made the right choice.

At this moment, Wang Hanyu's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

"Buzzing."

Wang Hanyu was stunned, and looked down at his mobile phone screen. In an instant, his face turned pale.

【Your guild leader is visiting your location】

How, how is it possible?

This function can only be used within the guild, and it costs a lot of points. If it is not a very urgent situation, almost no one will use it.

more importantly…

Shouldn't his guild leader be dead? !

"Da da da."

In the corridor not far away, there was the sound of approaching footsteps.

Wang Hanyu's face turned pale, he took a few steps back slowly, then turned around suddenly, and ran in the opposite direction from where the voice came from!

However, before he took a few steps, the scarlet chain suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, firmly blocking his way.

Wang Hanyu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his facial features were stiff, and he stood still, not daring to move.

A familiar, indifferent voice came from behind:

"Didn't expect that?"

Wang Hanyu turned his head stiffly, little by little, and looked behind him.

His teammate, who should have died, appeared at the end of the corridor without warning, his face was pale, and there was still a scarlet wound on his forehead, which seemed to be corroded.

He looked as if he had climbed up from the depths of hell.

"We can meet again"

Chen Mo smiled and said coldly: "I didn't think of it either."

The baptism of another anchor whose SAN value has been reduced to a critical point has been completed.

Wen Jianyan stood up, turned and walked outside.

Ji Guan walked over, with an eager look on his face: "How is it? How many are left for us to occupy the entire copy?"

As one of the earliest old believers, he is very enthusiastic about developing offline.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the background of the Nightmare app and glanced at it.

Although the number of people on the black side is still 1, the number of people on the red side has been reduced to less than 10. Apart from those who were converted into believers by him, there should be many who died in the battle. Anyway, the current The power ratio should have definitely shifted.

but…

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

It's strange, why is Granny Wen continuing to import people into the mirror world after all this is clearly the case? If she didn't realize that someone was playing tricks the first time and the second time, she should have realized now that the previous failures were not accidents, but she still didn't stop her actions and change her strategy.

Could it be that-

Wen Jianyan turned her head to look at Ji Guan and Su Cheng, and hurriedly confessed: "The next things in this mirror world will be left to you two."

"…Eh?"

Ji Guan was dumbfounded: "What?"

Su Cheng who had just arrived was also suddenly alert: "Wait? What do you mean?"

However, before they could find out why, the young man in front of him took out the gossip mirror from his pocket, his pale arm stuck out from the mirror, and grabbed the opponent's collar.

In the next second, their eyes blurred, and the figure of the young man disappeared instantly.

Only Ji Guan and Su Cheng were left speechless, looking at each other in blank dismay.

What the **** is it for the two of us? !

You, the leader, are too irresponsible!

Just as Wen Jianyan left the mirror world, the phone buzzed.

This is what he did not expect.

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, and looked down at the phone screen.

It was an unknown call.

Wen Jianyan picked up the phone.

Chen Mo's voice sounded from the other end of the microphone, and after simply announcing the room number of an apartment, he immediately hung up.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows, but still walked in that direction according to her memory.

Soon, Chen Mo's figure appeared not far away.

One of his hands was hanging by his side, the wound on the palm was split open, and the scarlet blood trickled down his fingertips, dripped onto the ground, and gathered into a pool of blood.

Chen Mo's chest rose and fell rapidly, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chen Mo looked in Wen Jianyan's direction, lowered his eyes, and said in a calm and depressed voice: "Someone wants to make a deal with you."

He turned slightly sideways.

I saw a figure in a state of embarrassment slumped on the ground, trembling slightly all over.

Wang Hanyu raised a pale face that was full of tears, looked at Wen Jianyan who was not far away, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I know where the last soul-locking altar is!"

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows and stepped forward: "Oh?"

The last soul-locking altar is definitely on a certain anchor. As long as he continues to assimilate the anchor and gradually pull most of the red squares into his camp, the probability of finding it will gradually increase—of course, this premise is that he keeps Prepare to get the words of the soul lock altar from the beginning.

Wen Jianyan squatted down in front of Wang Hanyu, stared at his distorted face, and said softly:

"You know that, right? If I get the Soul Locking Altar and complete the main mission, the rest of your Red Party anchors will die, including you."

Wang Hanyu stepped forward on his knees and grabbed Wen Jianyan's sleeve firmly: "But, but you know how to let the anchors get rid of the shackles of the camp! Right!"

He looked at Wen Jianyan with longing eyes: "I am willing to give you the soul lock altar, as long as you also convert me into your person!"

"Is it okay even if the other red anchors are all wiped out?"

Wen Jianyan confirmed.

"I, I don't want to do this either, but..." Wang Hanyu raised his teary face: "The rules are like this! This live broadcast is cruel, and everyone will do whatever it takes to survive—"

Chen Mo stood aside speechlessly, his face was pale and cold.

He lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers silently, and his flat nails pierced fiercely into the soft palm.

"But it's not enough."

Wen Jianyan lightly interrupted the other party.

Wang Hanyu was taken aback: "...what?"

"Just knowing where the Soul Locking Altar is is not enough."

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly: "The situation in the dungeon has changed too much, your knowledge may have been invalidated, and it is not even as easy as a guiding hand, although the number of exchanges for my guiding hand has been exhausted, But I believe most of the red anchors are willing to give a guiding hand in exchange for a chance to survive, isn't it?"

Wang Hanyu's expression froze.

"You should understand this, but even so, you proposed this deal to me..."

Wen Jianyan smiled and moved closer: "Because the jar is on your body, right?"

This level of lying is not enough to see.

Wang Hanyu's heart trembled, he clenched his teeth subconsciously, and instantly tasted the taste of blood in his mouth.

——He knew that if he said that the soul-locking altar was on his body, the other party could kill him and look for it from his body. That's why he lied to Chen Mo, telling him that he knew the location of the soul-locking altar, so that The other party called the black anchor, so as to leave a little bargaining chip for himself.

But what I didn't expect was that...the other party would see through it directly and expose it mercilessly.

A strong sense of despair welled up in Wang Hanyu's heart.

It's really over now.

Wen Jianyan blinked: "But, yes."

"!!" After hearing the other party's reply, Wang Hanyu showed a look of surprise and joy on his face.

Obviously found out that he was lying, but the black anchor actually agreed to this deal that was completely only beneficial to him! Could it be that…

Wang Hanyu secretly looked at the young man in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Is there such a loving Virgin in this live broadcast?

In order to prevent the other party from going back on his word, Wang Hanyu hurriedly took out the soul lock altar and handed it to the other party.

Wen Jianyan weighed the soul-locking altar in his hand, and heard the familiar sound from the system.

That's right, it's the real thing.

During this process, Chen Mo remained silent, standing firmly a few meters away, looking away, standing like a wooden sculpture made of clay. It was as if the whole person had merged into the darkness.

Wang Hanyu half-kneeled on the ground, raised his head, and stared eagerly at the young man in front of him:

"You, can you enroll me now?"

"certainly."

The young man with amber eyes lowered his eyes: "Do you know what the purpose of our sect is?"

"What, what?"

"Honesty and redemption." Wen Jianyan leaned down slightly, caressed the other's cheek lovingly, then slowly turned sideways, revealing Chen Mo not far behind:

"So, let's make atonement to the other party honestly."

He smiled softly, like a devil in an angel's shell: "I will allow you to join only if my precious congregation agrees to your atonement, understand?"

Wang Hanyu couldn't react for a while.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, and his eyes moved and lingered on his former teammates and the black anchor. Soon, after realizing what the other party was talking about, his face began to fade a little bit. In the end it looked as pale and fragile as paper.

Chen Mo in the distance was stunned.

He raised his eyes and looked at Wen Jianyan who was not far away in disbelief. He opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

…Why?

According to his habits and style, he would never allow this kind of person who betrayed and stabbed him to live, but Chen Mo also reciprocated, although he wanted to kill the duplicitous villain in front of him from the bottom of his heart. Wen Jianyan also said that he was not going to complete the main task, but after hearing Wang Hanyu's tearful plea, he still chose to stop revenge and called Wen Jianyan.

He always remembered that no matter what the purpose was, this man saved himself and pulled him out of the near-death situation.

Chen Mo doesn't like to owe favors to others.

Wen Jianyan came over, patted Chen Mo's shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice with a smile:

"give it to you."

After speaking, he put the soul-locking altar in his pocket, turned and left.

Chen Mo stared blankly at the back of the other party.

The young man's slender figure somehow coincided with the figure that was shrouded in **** holy light in his chaotic and chaotic memory due to the decrease in SAN value.

He felt that his heart was hit hard, the shock and touch that had been deliberately suppressed before, even...overwhelmed, in an instant, as if a floodgate had been opened, countless emotions gushed out like a flood, making Chen Mo was a little confused for a while.

just like…

He is really the other party's believer.

Too strange.

terrible.

He doesn't like to owe favors to others.

But now I don't know why, but the debt is getting deeper and deeper.

Wang Hanyu sat on the spot blankly, four words echoed in his mind:

[The tower is upright]

"Everything about you will crumble from the bottom up, disintegrate, and all the bad things you have done will come back on you.

After parting with Chen Mo and the others, Wen Jianyan went back to the destination he had decided on from the beginning.

He has one thing to confirm.

Wen Jianyan deftly navigated around the map, and finally stopped in front of a familiar door.

1326.

He stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the door open.

In the original watch world, it is located directly opposite to 1304. As long as you go out and cross the corridor, you can enter the room where the massacre happened.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and walked into the room.

The familiar smell of incense and ashes came, and the cramped and messy narrow room opened before the eyes, and the scarlet electronic candle was lit in front of the small Buddha statue, barely dispelling the heavy darkness.

The rocking chair creaked.

When the door was pushed open, the sound of the rocking chair paused for a moment, and an old voice sounded from the depths of the room: "Xiuqing, is that you?"

"it's me."

Wen Jianyan walked towards the depths of the room and replied.

As the distance drew closer, the figure of the old woman was already close in front of her eyes, just like before Wen Jianyan left, she was leaning back on the rocking chair, her lower body covered with a thick blanket.

She raised her cloudy and loving eyes, looked for the figure of the person coming in the air, and then slowly stretched out her hand tremblingly to Wen Jianyan: "Why have you been walking for so long, Xiuqing, spend more time with me Mom."

Wen Jianyan stood there without moving, his eyes lowered, and he swept across the opponent's body lightly.

His voice is gentle and gentle:

"Of course."

Wen Jianyan looked around the room, as if looking for something.

Soon, his eyes fell on a corner of the room, and his eyes could not help but light up slightly.

"I'm busy with work after all." Wen Jianyan leaned over to pick up the clothes rail in the corner, and replied with a normal, even smiling voice.

He weighed the heavy metal product in his hand, squinted his eyes and glanced at the distance from the opponent, and then swung his arms silently:

"But don't worry, I will definitely accompany you more in the future."

"call-"

The clothes rail is empty.

The old lady on the rocking chair stood up slowly, her face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she changed into the appearance of Wen Po in the blink of an eye.

Her eyeballs were covered with white clouds, and her wrinkled, loose skin trembled with the frequency of her speech. Although the smile on her face was the same as before, it had a particularly sinister and gloomy meaning no matter how you looked at it:

"Young man, don't you know what it means to respect the old and love the young?"

Unfortunately, I didn't make it.

Wen Jianyan regretfully threw away the clothes rail.

"Old man, it's a thief to be old and not die, have you heard of it?" He said with a smile: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws."

The wrinkles on Granny Wen's face trembled again, and her eyes, which were covered with white clouds, stared at the young man in front of her.

The room was smashed by the other party, and the old and new grudges that destroyed the Bodhisattva statue were superimposed, making her expression look extraordinarily ferocious.

Wen Po asked coldly:

"How did you find out?"

"You mean, how do you find out you're a counterfeit?"

Wen Jianyan leaned his back against the door and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you stay in the rocking chair all the time, but your movements haven't changed. Your right hand is always placed below your chest, just five centimeters above the blanket I'm tucking in. It's no different than when I left."

Wen Jianyan's gaze swept across the blanket that fell on the ground

"As long as it is a living person, it is impossible to not dare to move for such a long time?"

"This is the first point."

"...And the second point?" Granny Wen narrowed her eyes slowly.

Wen Jianyan nodded: "Naturally."

He leaned loosely against the door panel, looking frivolous and carefree, "Because this isn't really the outside world, is it?"

When he said this, Granny Wen's expression suddenly became gloomy.

Wen Jianyan was just guessing at this point at first.

After all, even after he realized that he was playing tricks behind his back, and that the other party was constantly importing new anchors into the inner world, Wen Jianyan didn't think that Granny Wen would be so clueless.

On the contrary, the other party has a lot of ghost brains.

It can be seen from the fact that she tried to sacrifice all the streamers from the beginning.

It was Granny Wen who betrayed her in a consistent way.

Desire and massacre, only these two can be refined into a soul-locking altar, and those anchors who keep betraying their teammates and writing their names on yellow paper in order to survive are themselves a ruthless self-inflicted massacre.

Regarding the map they are on now, Wen Jianyan thought at first that the external world and the internal world had been merged. Realize it's not that simple.

The lady in the dungeon does not know the existence of the dungeon and the nightmare system, and it is even more impossible for her to know the alienation of the dungeon. Then, if this premise is removed, but from the perspective of the known situation of the other party-by herself, the other party's room Destroyed the statue of the god, found the key letter from the base of the statue, and then turned his head and fled into the mirror.

As the instigator who was not prepared to enter the mirror from the very beginning, what would Granny Wen do?

The most efficient way, of course, is to take advantage of the trend and continue refining the soul-locking altar according to the original plan.

She doesn't even need to completely change the entire map, just a few changes towards the real world in many details to mislead the streamers into thinking that the two worlds have merged, and then make them interact with each other in the way they are now Kill each other, betray each other.

This is why Granny Wen couldn't affect the area where Wen Jianyan was before—the dimensions between the mirror and the mirror are superimposed on each other, not in the state of nesting dolls. According to the letter Wen Jianyan found from the other party's room Look at the content. Granny Wen can only affect the layer closest to her, and can also send the anchor into a deeper layer, but she cannot directly exert control over the second layer.

Of course, these were just Wen Jianyan's guesses.

He didn't have any very tangible evidence, and some only had doubts about the logic of Mrs. Wen's behavior, but this was enough for him.

After entering 1304 and seeing the old lady disguised as Wen Po, Wen Jianyan was completely sure that her thoughts were correct.

If he is really located in the outermost layer of the surface world, no matter whether the inner and outer worlds overlap or not, the people in the room will not change. Granny Wen doesn't have that much power to control the real world.

Since the mother-in-law is not here, then this is by no means the outermost layer.

Granny Wen stared at the young man not far away, the wrinkles on her face trembled slightly, and there was no excess emotion on her old face:

"Pity."

"You are a bright young man."

The moment Granny Wen's voice fell, the scene around her changed in an instant. Although the inside of 326 was chaotic, it was full of warmth. The internal environment gradually disappeared and faded like a faded oil painting. All kinds of weird magic weapons and many props that are very evil at first glance.

A brass Bodhisattva statue as tall as a person appeared in front of Wen Jianyan.

In the dim light, only the two scarlet blood-like electronic candles in front of the Bodhisattva statue have not changed, still dimly lit.

Granny Wen showed a loving, even happy smile at Wen Jianyan:

"—You still stepped into my room."

"Since you have already guessed a lot, it doesn't matter if I reveal a little more to you."

Leaning on crutches, Granny Wen walked slowly to the table and sat down, staring fixedly at the young man not far away with her cloudy eyes covered with white clouds, and the smile on her face gradually deepened: "Indeed, I am here The influence of this world is limited, but as long as you step into my room in this world, you have entered my world—no matter how smart you are, you can't take a step out of here without my permission .”

A sinister smile appeared on Granny Wen's old and ugly face: "What a pity, you are so close to the truth, but you still—"

The rest of her words were stuck in her throat.

The young man in front of him didn't seem to notice what she was talking about at all. He looked left and right, and finally walked to the side of the tall Bodhisattva statue. Knuckles-

"What are you doing?!"

Granny Wen's voice suddenly became sharp.

Wen Jianyan paused, retracted his hand without any shame, and turned to look at Granny Wen: "Ah, it's nothing, I just want to make sure that I didn't break it before, right?"

A regretful expression appeared on his face:

"Modern craftsmanship can do so finely, but there are really not many."

Granny Wen: "..."

She was so angry that her nose was crooked, her facial features shifted under the intense anger, and her voice contained a terrible anger that seemed to be able to burn everything: "You have to pay the price for your disrespect—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the young man slowly taking something out of his pocket.

"when."

A pitch-black pottery jar was placed on the table and made a slight sound.

At that moment, Granny Wen's neck seemed to be stuck by an invisible force, her eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at the soul-locking altar in front of her in disbelief.

"Is this enough?"

Wen Jianyan asked with a smile.

He pulled out his chair and sat down opposite Granny Wen: "You should know, right? This is the last soul-locking altar, as long as it is destroyed, the evil spirits will be released—and there is only the last one left." Steps, as long as I want, I can untie it now."

Wen Jianyan gently tapped the mouth of the altar with his fingertips, his amber eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile flickered in his eyes:

"Guess why I took the initiative to enter your territory?"

"Of course because I don't want to see that happen either."

Wen Jianyan leaned over slightly, with a sincere and sincere expression:

"Why don't we make a deal?"

Chapter end