Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 67

Chapter 67

"…trade?"

Granny Wen's voice was hoarse and old. She slowly raised her cloudy eyes and fixedly stared at the young man in front of her, as if she wanted to dissect him from the inside out through the mask that seemed to be calm. :

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, whether it's becoming a believer of evil spirits or joining their organizations later, it's not what I want."

Wen Jianyan sighed: "Everything is just forced by livelihood."

"Those evil spirits and monsters, although I can deceive them for a while, who can be sure that they will never attack me?"

He lowered his eyes, with a look of fear on his face:

"Although I managed to save my life now, staying with these inhuman ghosts is still too scary, challenging my physical limit as a human being too much."

Granny Wen narrowed her eyes and said in a calm voice, "In that case, what deal do you want to make with me?"

"After I escaped into the mirror, I guess, you should have calculated everything from then on, and prepared to put me into the jar together."

Wen Jianyan did not answer directly, but slightly bent his knuckles, rubbed the uneven and cold edge of the soul lock altar, and added slowly:

"Also, you confirmed that I can no longer escape from the mirror, right?"

After realizing that the alienation of the dungeon does not mean leaving the mirror, Wen Jianyan didn't need to plan to find Granny Wen at first, but tried to use the old method to let the evil spirits in the soul-locking altar pass through the original mirror Pull yourself back into the real world.

He failed.

The channel that originally connected the two worlds was blocked from the outside, making it impossible for all the anchors who entered it to leave.

Wen Jianyan soon realized what was going on outside.

He and Su Cheng ran out from the mirror world, and turned Granny Wen's room into a mess. Under the siege and interception of many paper figurines, they finally chose to enter the mirror to escape.

Granny Wen didn't choose to chase in. On the contrary, she chose to close the passage to prevent anyone from escaping, and then continued her plan - to refine this lifeless anchor and others into the soul lock altar.

In this regard, Wenpo obviously made two-handed preparations.

Even if the anchors whose names were written on the yellow paper did not succeed in killing each other, the act of throwing them into the mirror itself is a mutual betrayal, and they can also be sacrificed.

"I could have broken the jar and ended it all, but lo and behold, I chose to come to you and make a deal."

Wen Jianyan spread her hands:

"In the end, I'm just a human being. In fact, I don't want evil spirits to be released to cause harm to the world... I have worked so hard, but I just want to survive."

"So, as long as you are willing to reopen the channel and let me return to the real world, I am willing to return this last soul-locking altar to you... As for what you want to do in this mirror world and what you want to do to other people, I promise No more meddling."

The young man raised his eyes and said sincerely:

"How about it?"

Granny Wen didn't answer, but stared at the other party silently with cloudy eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Wen Jianyan let the other party scrutinize him with an open expression.

He seemed to have already guessed Granny Wen's current attitude, and had already prepared accordingly. He took out a contract from his pocket, and slowly pushed it over: "I understand, if I am in your position, I'm afraid it's hard to believe myself.”

This is exactly the contract he signed with Ji Guan in the previous dungeon. As long as the contract is signed, both parties will be bound by the system rules and enforce the content of the contract.

"I believe you should be able to tell that this is the real thing." Wen Jianyan blinked.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"! This is an item exchanged in the system mall, right? Can you still sign it with an NPC?"

"I don't know... It seems that no anchor has tried it?"

"In theory, it should be possible. I remember that this prop does not strictly stipulate that the signatory must be an anchor."

"Even taking this out, this guy actually really wants to make a deal! Shocked, is he really planning to draw?"

"Ah... that's it, I didn't expect it would be a draw in the end, oh, it's boring."

Granny Wen lowered her eyes and read each word carefully, not missing half of the details above.

It said that as long as she can open the passage back to the real world again and let Wen Jianyan go out, he will return the soul lock altar to her, and promise not to come to fight again, and will not interfere with Granny Wen's actions again , and will no longer be her enemy.

Finally, she raised her head and said in a voice that did not fluctuate:

"How can I be sure that you haven't tampered with these terms?"

"you can not."

Wen Jianyan shook her head.

"But if you think my conditions are not good enough, and you don't want to spare my life..." The young man pursed his lips, and he flinched, with a painful and fearful look on his face:

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to fight to the death with you and break the seal of the soul-locking altar."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, use the most cowardly tone and say the most ruthless words."

"Laugh!"

"The main reason is that Granny Wen has the upper hand in this transaction. The anchor has already collected all the winning props and is only one step away from winning. As for Granny Wen, if you don't want the evil spirits to really be summoned Come out and basically have no choice but to accept."

"And these conditions of the anchor are indeed quite reasonable, there is no reason to refuse."

"Forget it, a draw is a draw, alas."

Granny Wen's room fell into a dead silence.

Wen Jianyan waited patiently.

Granny Wen sat motionless at the table, staring at the contract on the table in front of her, half of her face was hidden in the darkness, as if she had become an immovable sculpture,

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Granny Wen moved.

She raised her head slowly, and said tremblingly: "Okay, since you promised not to meddle in my affairs in the future, and you won't be against me, it's not that I can't let you go."

As she spoke, Granny Wen took out the cinnabar and pressed her handprint on the contract. The next second, the contract turned into a spot of light and disappeared into the air.

Wen Jianyan smiled and said, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

The contract is reached.

Granny Wen stood up leaning on her cane, came to the Bodhisattva statue, dug up the thick incense ash, and took out the small Bagua mirror from it.

Scarlet talisman paper was pasted on the mirror surface of the gossip mirror, sealing the mirror surface tightly.

She patted the incense ashes on the gossip mirror with her wrinkled palms, muttered something in her mouth, and then slowly removed the spells one by one.

As the charms attached to it gradually disappeared, Wen Jianyan found that it was completely different from the gossip mirror he had seen before. Although it was still made of copper, the patterns and decorations on it were the same as ordinary gossip mirrors, but , the inscribed text that originally symbolized the world map inside the mirror was clearly revealed, showing a dazzling scarlet under the dim light.

If it is said that Granny Wen gave the anchors all the sub-mirrors before, this should be the most core mother mirror.

Granny Wen raised her eyes to look at Wen Jianyan, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, come here."

Wen Jianyan walked over.

"Put your hand on the mirror."

The youth complied.

A familiar voice from the system sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear:

【Ding! Congratulations to the streamer for obtaining the hidden props in the dungeon (difficult)! 】

【Collection degree: 4/5】

Good guy!

Wen Jianyan's spirit lifted.

Granny Wen closed her eyes, chanting something in a low voice.

The next second, Wen Jianyan felt a strong pulling force coming from the mirror, accompanied by a strong earth-shattering, and a strong smell of incense ash from the end of his nose.

He staggered a step, propped his hands on the wall, and stabilized his figure.

Wen Jianyan raised his head.

He was standing in the middle of Granny Wen's room at the moment, and the reminder of the completion of the contract sounded in his ears.

Obviously, he has now left the mirror world and returned to the real world.

"Are we cleared?"

Granny Wen raised her eyes and looked at the young man standing in front of her.

Wen Jianyan nodded: "It's clear."

He straightened his collar, turned and walked out.

There was a faint smile on Granny Wen's face. She turned around, walked to the table step by step, leaning on a cane, and watched the other person's back.

"Squeak."

There was the sound of the door being unscrewed.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door and raised her eyes.

Under the dim light, countless paper figurines with pale faces and smiles stood at the door, staring at him with eyes that seemed to be painted on.

Behind, Granny Wen's old voice sounded faintly: "I remember, the contract stipulates that I only promise to bring you back, and there is no promise not to do something to you, right?"

Wen Jianyan's face changed, and he turned to look at Granny Wen: "You—"

The crooked old woman had a sinister and vicious smile on her face: "You don't really think that I won't have any results after you have done such disrespectful behavior to the Bodhisattva statue, do you?"

The more she spoke, the sharper and angrier her voice became, and the dim light above her head fell down, making the statue even more pitted, and some places were even rubbed off with paint, making it look extraordinarily miserable.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, Granny Wen is really good at holding grudges!"

"The main reason is... who asked the anchor to smash someone's idol! Nothing can offend a fanatic more than this."

"Hahahahaha, this Bodhisattva statue is really miserable. I think its head has been thrown crookedly."

"Now, the soul-locking altar is in your hands, and it's useless for you..." Granny Wen stared gloomyly at Cong Wen Jianyan not far away, and reached out to pick up the soul-locking altar.

The heavy weight made her palm sink.

Granny Wen was slightly taken aback, and involuntarily silenced her voice. She lowered her head and looked at the soul-locking altar in her hand with some doubts.

The weight seems, not quite right?

Suddenly there was an ominous premonition in her heart.

Granny Wen disassembled the mouth of the soul-locking altar and looked into the soul-locking altar-in the jar, besides the original bones and the unsealed gossip mirror, there was another mirror.

But this mirror was bare, without any charms affixed to it.

The bright brass mirror lies quietly on the bottom of the altar, reflecting the dim light in the room.

Granny Wen's pupils shrank, and her fingers trembled involuntarily.

this... this is...

This is impossible!

Something flickered in the mirror.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The familiar sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded in the small room.

A pale arm protruded from the mirror.

The young man standing at the door smiled softly, his amber eyes narrowed slightly: "I remember, the contract only stipulates that I will not interfere in your plan, nor will I be an enemy of you... But, I did not Promise, if anything comes back with me, they won't do anything to you?"

Granny Wen stood there with a pale face, staring at Wen Jianyan who was not far away, as if she wanted to tear him into pieces with her eyes and execute him Ling Chi. One after another.

A pale, deformed monster crawled out of the mirror, a huge black hole-like mouth was split on its face without facial features, and its sharp teeth sank deeply into Granny Wen's arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Her stooped and short body shook like chaff.

There was a piercing scream from Granny Wen's throat, and the shrill voice contained strong fear and resentment, echoing in the narrow room.

A thin arm that only belonged to ghosts was wrapped around the old woman's body, and pale fingers grabbed her skirt, hem, arms, legs, throat, and climbed onto her hair, ears, and face.

Like embracing a lover, tighten up little by little.

There was a crackling sound of bones cracking.

Granny Wen's eyes were tearing apart, and she stared at Wen Jianyan through the gaps between her pale fingers: "You lied to me! You lied to me!!"

"Bitch, I want to curse you, you will die!!"

"Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless!!" Her bloodshot scarlet eyes were rolling in the depths of their sockets, appearing frantic and terrifying:

"Evil spirits can never win, never!! You all have to die, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva will help me!"

"Oh, don't tell me I almost didn't remember..."

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and took out the phone from his pocket.

He turned on the camera, adjusted the focus and angle, then squatted down slightly, and took a photo of the scene in front of him seriously: "Don't move."

The moving woman who couldn't move was so angry that her eyes were about to explode.

"Crack."

The sound of shutters rang through the room.

The sound of the system rang in my ear:

[Main task: Taking pictures of evil spirits has completed reward points: 10000]

【Completion: 100%】

[Current plot modification rate: 93% Reward points: 50000]

Wen Jianyan stood up in satisfaction.

Judging from the timing of the release of this mission, the real evil spirit sealed in the mirror has not yet appeared, and he has not yet become a so-called believer of evil spirits.

According to the updated description of the main task, Wu Qinghe decided to take a photo as the cover of the video in order to make his video more topical, get more attention and traffic.

From this, it can be seen that the evil spirits in this main task should be referred to in general, not specifically.

He looked down, inspected the photo he had just taken, and selected a netherworld filter for it.

In a chaotic narrow room filled with countless evil artifacts, a crooked brass statue of a Bodhisattva stared down at everything in front of him. Possess Wen's old face was distorted by fear and despair, embraced by countless pale arms cast a vicious glance outward.

Wen Jianyan is very satisfied with his photography skills.

"Thank you, I've already thought about the title of this video, it's called good and evil will be rewarded, how about it?" Wen Jianyan looked up at Granny Wen and asked with a smile.

Granny Wen's eyes were fixed on Wen Jianyan all the time, her distorted lips squirmed, as if she was silently cursing.

Wen Jianyan showed a thoughtful expression:

"It's also good to call evil force feedback."

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

This time, the bone rubbing sound came from Granny Wen.

Under the oppression of countless external forces, her body was deformed, twisted, compressed, compressed, and compressed again, just like every soul imprisoned in the soul-locking altar before, dragged into the small In the jar.

The walls became scarlet and soft little by little.

"Thank you."

That stuck, somewhat unaccustomed voice sounded.

Wen Jianyan shrugged: "This is a deal we made before, isn't it?"

He walked to the cabinet, picked up the mirror that Granny Wen had just taken out, and put it skillfully into his pocket, with a careless smile on his lips, "I said, even if you don't need to bring Father God Summoned, I can also set you free, let you complete your revenge—"

"Crack."

There was a slight, metallic crack.

Wen Jianyan was startled, subconsciously stopped the voice, and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

The last soul-locking altar was half down on the ground, scarlet blood and broken flesh remained at the narrow mouth of the bottle, the ground was already stained red with blood, and a steady stream of blood gushed out from the mouth of the bottle.

The gossip mirror with the spell on its surface lay in a pool of blood, and the spell on it was soaked in scarlet blood.

"Crack."

There was another cracking sound.

This time, Wen Jianyan finally saw that a thin crack appeared on the gossip mirror, and then spread rapidly.

wait wait wait?

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

etc? !

No no no right?

He took out his phone in a panic, and opened the backstage of his Nightmare APP:

[Main task: Destroy all the soul-locking altars and completely release the evil spirits]

【Completion: 97%】

In just a few seconds, that number jumped up again: [Completion: 98%]

[Antai Community] The live broadcast square cheered: "Oh oh oh oh oh! Black is going to win!"

The winning rate bar hanging above his head finally began to tilt for the first time!

Black's winning rate is like a landslide, starting from the middle position to skyrocket! !

"Ahhhhhhhhh happy!"

"Although the black team won this time, in fact, there were not many people left in the red team. Most of them were either transformed or died in the internal struggle. It is obvious that the copy of Antai Community has been alienated this time. But in the end, the death rate was the lowest in history, I really didn't expect it..."

"Hahahahaha, I finally stood in the right team this time."

"This dungeon should be over soon, right? At most two or three minutes, hurry up, I can't wait for the dividend!"

Most of the audience were discussing happily and enthusiastically, looking forward to the next points and dividends.

However, some viewers suddenly noticed something strange: "Speaking of which, the faction victory is obvious, why does that black anchor look unhappy at all?"

"Eh...it seems to be eh."

"Speaking of which, he could win directly just now, but he took the initiative to make a deal with Mrs. Wen... Besides wanting to benefit his congregation, is it true that he doesn't want to complete the main task?"

"Why? I can't figure it out!"

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale.

No, no, no, no?

Will the seal be lifted after the caster is finished? !

You idiot missions didn't even remind you of such an important matter!

Wen Jianyan was a little bit broken.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, slowly reached into his pocket, and took out the mirror fragment he found from the Bodhisattva base.

The mirror was pitch black and chaotic.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the figure of the man who was only left in phantom seems to have become... solidified a lot.

"hiss!"

Wen Jianyan felt a strong tingling pain from his fingertips, his fingertips were cut by the edge of the fragments, and the mirror fragments slipped from between his fingers, making a jingle.

At this moment, a familiar system prompt sounded in my ear:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the main task: destroy all the soul-locking altars and completely release the evil spirits]

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Is it still too late for me to immigrate to Mars?

Chapter end