Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 73

Chapter 73

In the anchor hall, the system prohibits conflicts between players, so as long as they do not enter the instance, the lives of all anchors are guaranteed.

For the next six hours, Wen Jianyan met with several guilds he had carefully selected.

According to the contact in the past three days, Wen Jianyan has basically figured out the character of the representative anchors sent by these guilds.

Therefore, according to the different anchors he met this time, the appearance he chose was also different.

For someone like Oracle who is mysterious and likes to monopolize the industry, Wen Jianyan is an intellectual middle-aged man who looks delicate and weak, easy to control and has no offensive power.

For someone as aggressive as Dark Fire, who respects the guild's internal strength, Wen Jianyan will put on his own brawny shell, so that he cannot be ignored in terms of size and momentum, and strive for the right to speak in response to his appearance.

If the visitor showed his flaws in the communication in the past few days, and Wen Jianyan found out that he was easily attracted by beauty, the liar would put on the shell of his own red-haired beauty.

Although everyone knows that the appearance of all the anchors in the system space is not necessarily real, but all human beings are visual animals, even if they understand that the current appearance of the other party is probably not real, but in the process of talking In the same way, they will be confused and become captives of vision uncontrollably.

This is a huge advantage for Wen Jianyan.

He is a person who is good at making use of his appearance, and now he is able to use every appearance to the extreme, almost like a fish in water, easy to use.

This feature is awesome!

Although it is not impossible to use the appearance as a dungeon, the price is really too high.

After all, if the anchor suddenly changes his appearance, it will be very difficult for the audience who are already familiar with the image of the anchor to accept.

Although Wen Jianyan is already considered rich among novice anchors, he is still very reluctant to face such a high cost of points.

He admired the interface of his appearance and sighed regretfully.

Sooner or later, he will have to go through a dungeon wearing the appearance!

Is this the joy of buying skins with krypton gold in the game? love it.

During these six hours, Wen Jianyan gained a lot.

He found that the amount of information obtained by the anchors in high-level guilds is completely incomparable to that of ordinary anchors, especially in many old-fashioned guilds. Get what you want within the range.

For example, although the streamer cannot choose the dungeon he will enter next, he can control the difficulty of the next dungeon within an acceptable range by controlling the level of the streamer in the team, which not only reduces the death rate of the streamer, but also This method can be used to guide newcomers in the guild.

In addition, they can also use the talent of the anchor to predict the next instance of the anchor in the guild. If there is a type of props that are needed, they will form a team based on this information and explore that instance. .

Even for hidden items of the same level, there will be grade distinctions after they become props.

The higher the grade, the longer the duration and the greater the functionality.

There are actually quite a few props that can eliminate ghosts on the market, just like the toy gun props that Ji Guan gave him in [Fukang Private General Hospital]. However, these props can only target ordinary ghosts. On a powerful dungeon boss, not only may it be completely useless, but it will also irritate the opponent and make him die faster.

And what Wen Jianyan needs are props that can directly target the dungeon boss.

"Of course there are such props!"

One of the representatives of the guild patted his chest and said: "We happen to have a C-level anchor here, and the broadcast will start in about ten days. The dungeon he enters will have similar props that can hurt the boss. If you are willing to join In our guild, once the transfer procedure is completed, you will be included in the team!"

He coughed lightly: "At that time, I will also join the team, and I can take care of them together."

The red-haired beautiful woman had a smile on her lips, and a pair of amber fox winking eyes slightly raised, with a terrifying charm: "Really? Thank you so much."

She leaned over slightly, her snow-white neck bent into a slender arc: "I will think about it."

Six hours later.

Wen Jianyan finally ended her journey as a courtesan.

"Bang."

The door of the room closed behind him.

The moment Wen Jianyan entered the room, the appearance on Wen Jianyan's body was automatically removed, and he changed from a two-meter-tall man back to a slender young man.

He looked gloomy, and after taking two unsteady steps, he fell face down on the soft sofa with a plop, which startled Su Cheng and Ji Guan.

They quickly jumped up and surrounded them: "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

Wen Jianyan moved his head, showing half of his face, and said weakly:

"I'm exhausted..."

Although he is very good at deceiving people with disguises, after six hours of non-stop role switching and probing each other, even though Wen Jianyan thought he had good physical strength, he couldn't stand the high-intensity consumption, almost too much.

It's just a marathon.

Ji Guan leaned down, poked Wen Jianyan's shoulder, and said quietly: "I added more chocolate this time, and it's in the kitchen for you."

Wen Jianyan sighed and shook her head listlessly: "No, I don't have the strength to eat now."

Just sleepy.

He got up slowly and with difficulty, the muscles and bones on his body creaked. Wen Jianyan stretched his neck, then turned around and staggered towards the room. The two people behind waved their hands and said lazily:

"I'm going to sleep first, don't call me."

After returning to her room, Wen Jianyan took a shower with the last bit of strength she had left, then threw herself on the soft big bed, and rolled slowly.

Now his muscles are sore, his brain power is exhausted, and his whole body is groggy.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, and turned off the light with a "snap".

The darkness filled with a sense of security enveloped him, and Wen Jianyan fell into a deep sleep almost in a daze.

Wen Jianyan knew that he was dreaming.

Since entering this nightmare live broadcast room, every time he fell asleep, he would inevitably have nightmares.

After all, although Wen Jianyan will not be defeated by the things in the copy, he is still a normal human being.

Sometimes it is a copy that I have personally experienced. Broken **** fragments are randomly pieced together. Familiar or unfamiliar faces overlap and move in front of my eyes. Some are anchors, some are NPCs, some are ghosts, and some are just some It's just a simple outline of the facial features.

Ghost, run for your life, scream.

Sometimes he dreamed of his own death—disemboweled, **** death.

but…

In the next three days after the end of the last dungeon, although he experienced so many terrible things, his sleep quality improved.

Wen Jianyan drifted in the gap between half dream and half awake, remembering in a daze.

There are no longer all kinds of bizarre horror images in the dream. On the contrary, there is only a boundless darkness in my mind, with no end in sight, dead silence and peace.

Perhaps his ability to accept is stronger than before.

However, today's dream is a little different from the past.

The darkness that had been quiet for three days began to tumbling for some reason, and gradually condensed into a familiar human shape.

The distance between the other party and himself seemed very far away, but for some reason, Wen Jianyan was able to clearly picture the other party's face in his heart—

Talisman-like tattoos, long black hair, and golden cold eyes.

The sleeping young man seemed a little restless, his brows were slightly furrowed, fine beads of sweat ooze from his pale forehead, his hair stuck to it, and his breathing involuntarily became slightly rapid.

He turned over involuntarily, and the edge of the loose clothes was lifted, revealing a half of a narrow waist with graceful and tight lines.

The hip bones are thin, and the white belly is slightly sunken. On the soft and sweaty skin, the scarlet and complicated brand is immersed in the shadow covered by the cloth.

Accompanied by the unsteady breathing of the young man, the tattoo looked extraordinarily gorgeous and treacherous, as if it was still shining with a faint golden luster.

in a dream.

The smell of blood lingered in his nose, and the darkness around him was controlled by something, which consciously rolled up and wrapped around the youth's feet.

Wen Jianyan frowned, took two steps back, and the darkness surrounding her ankles disappeared like mist.

He raised his head, his pupils subconsciously shrank slightly.

The figure of the man, who was so far away that he could hardly see clearly, somehow shortened the distance to him. Although there was still a thick and deep darkness, Wen Jianyan could still clearly see the golden pair, very The pupil of a person's eye.

The darkness grew thicker and rolled around.

The man walked towards this direction unhurriedly, and his figure and face gradually became clear. Even in a dream, people could feel the oppressive feeling from the depths of the soul without hindrance.

"Damn it, no matter how you dream, you won't be quiet."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand irritably and rubbed her hair.

Could it be that the other party has given him too much psychological shadow?

It's just a lingering ghost!

Chapter end