Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 8.1

Published at 20th of July 2022 06:34:47 AM

Decai Middle School

After hearing the mission, everyone was stunned.

After what they had just experienced, the hint given by this D-level instance has become clear:

“As long as you follow the rules, you will not be killed.”

However, after the NPC clearly stated the rule “don't leave the dormitory after ten o'clock”, the live broadcast system immediately updated a task that was completely contrary to the rules:

[Leave the dormitory after the lights were turned off, and explore the campus.]

Isn't this clearly pushing the anchor into a death trap!

They can hardly imagine what kind of terrifying situation they will face if they were caught by the old witch after leaving the dormitory.

The sound of the clock echoed in the air.

The entire dormitory building was surrounded by darkness, and only the ceiling light at the corner of the corridor was still on, and in the suffocating darkness, a dim and faint white light flickered.

Dormitory room 201

The rookie anchor Cheng Huaquan stood alone in the dark, not yet reacting from the shock of the live broadcast mission.

With shaking hands, he took out his ID card in a panic.

The initial duration was seven hours, and now there were still four hours left.

Cheng Huaquan's fingertips were white, and he was holding the card tightly as if this was the only way to gain a sense of security.

He stared at the numbers above and made up his mind secretly.

He won't do this main task.

Anyway, his initial survival time is the longest. Even if he doesn't do this main task of the live broadcast, it shouldn't matter too much. He only needs to get enough points that can be exchanged for three hours to clear the level. He can ask the audience for a reward before the next point settlement is reached, and collect the points for customs clearance.

He really didn't want to face the unknown monster outside the dormitory.

After completing the psychological construction, Cheng Huaquan turned on the live broadcast interface.

He tried hard to please the audience, spared no effort to meet any of their increasingly outrageous requirements in the live broadcast room, licked his face and begged for more popularity and rewards.

However, what he couldn't understand was that no matter how hard he tried, the number of people online in the live broadcast room was still inexorably dropping rapidly.

Just like the sand in the palm of your hand, the harder you try to hold it, the faster it will drain.

When the number of live broadcast viewers dropped to three digits, Cheng Huaquan finally panicked.

If this continued, he will no longer have the possibility of continuing his life.

“Don't go, don't go!”

He put his miserable pale sweaty face in front of the light screen, and shouted in panic: “You, what do you want from me? Just tell me, I will definitely ——”

When Cheng Huaquan was sweating with anxiety, a slight “duh” sound came from behind.

Rhythmic, thumping sound.

It was so light that it can be ignored with just a little bit of concentration.

Unexpectedly, in Cheng Huaquan's live broadcast room, the number of people who had been decreasing rapidly suddenly stopped, and even showed a tendency to rise.

The fire of hope lit up in his eyes:

“Thank you, thank you everyone, I will definitely live up to your support…”

However, Cheng Huaquan, who was immersed in ecstasy, didn't notice that although the number of people in this live broadcast was increasing, the barrage was extremely quiet, and almost no comment appeared on the bullet screen.

Cheng Huaquan, who is a novice anchor, doesn't know that all barrages involving spoilers will be blocked.

However, in the dead silence, he gradually realised that something was wrong.

“Duh.”

“Duh.”

“Duh.”

The regular thumping sound gradually become clearer over time, until it was completely impossible to ignore.

Cheng Huaquan froze in place.

…That voice did not come from the corridor but was coming from inside this room.

Right behind his head, to be precise.

His eyes trembled nervously, and cold sweat slid down his sunken temples.

Don't turn back, don't turn back, don't turn back——

The light screen in front of him shook slightly, and the faint light illuminated the glass not far away.

Like a mirror, the glass clearly reflected the anchor's distorted face.

And…

A pair of feet hanging in the air behind him.

“Duh.”

“Duh.”

The drooping black toes slammed against the metal bedpost, making a regular sound.

Almost uncontrollably, Cheng Huaquan's gaze slowly moved upwards——

He saw a person hanging from the fan.

With long black hair hanging down, the smiling face half-submerged in the shadows was staring straight at him. It was pale as molten wax, a pair of strange pitch-black eyes stared at him for a moment, and the corners of the mouth grinned silently.

“…Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”

A shrill scream swept through the darkness.

On the ID card, the remaining survival time dropped rapidly at a terrifying speed, as if being swallowed by some invisible existence, and in a blink of an eye, it dropped to single digits.

Snapped.

In the live broadcast square of “Decai Middle School”, a screen went black.

【The anchor has been disconnected.】

【The 27463hud live broadcast room will close in one minute, countdown: 60, 59…】

In the live broadcast room that has turned black, the audience was delighted by death, and they were discussing it contently in the barrage area.

[Tsk tsk tsk, it's a shame that he got the eight-hour survival time in the beginning.]

[This kind of anchor who resists the main task, is hopeless, and it's not worth watching at all.]

[At least a few minutes before it was disconnected was pretty cool to watch.]

[This type of death is nothing new. Friends, I vomited blood in the 789326qwk live broadcast room next door. Not only the anchor with the 20-minute survival time didn't collapse, but he also raised the rating of the entire instance on his own, it's super nice!]

[Yes, that anchor is really good, bold and careful, with a very fine mouth, and it seems that he is a trumpet of a big boss.]

[And as soon as he started the game, he encountered this strange thing, and it is absolutely amazing.]

[Really? I don't believe it.]

[Is it true? I'll go check it out.]

As time went by, the number of people online in the live broadcast room gradually decreased.

【5, 4, 3…】

The bloody red words slowly appeared before the live broadcast room closed.

【Our slogan is, entertain until death.】

In the dark corridor, Su Cheng groped in fear and walked forward step by step.

His initial survival time was too short, and even though he had been desperately trying to unlock his ID card to earn points, there was only more than an hour left.

As a newcomer to live broadcast, the number of online viewers and the number of rewards in the live broadcast room were only a few hundred or so.

Therefore, even if he knew that the cost of violating the rules was high, Su Cheng had to bite the bullet and leave the dormitory.

If he didn't do the main task, he will surely die.

The corridor was pitch-black, and only the lights in the stairwell flickered behind him, giving a strange atmosphere of depression and suffocation.

In his live broadcast room, the audience sent barrages one after another.

[This main broadcast room has been around for a while, why still nothing happened?]

[Yes, I remember that in this instance the anchors can't violate the rules. As long as they violate the rules, they will be targeted by ghosts. It's just a matter of time.]

[I thought it was the good luck of the host, but I just went to the host next door who chose to leave the dormitory to check. They are all safe. What's going on?]

[Didn't the people in front go to the 789326qwk live room for makeup lessons?]

[? ? Make-up lessons? What's the situation?]

[The plot deviation of this instance is more than 60%, don't you know? The ghost who would target the offending anchor was gone in the special mission.]

[? ? ?]

【Some of the user's remarks above involve spoilers and will only be visible to the audience.】

At this moment, Su Cheng heard footsteps coming from the stairwell behind him.

It was heavy, dragging, and had an uncomfortable and weird friction sound.

Someone was stepping on the stairs and was coming upstairs.

He turned his head in horror to look in the direction of the sound.

The large, human-like shadow was distorted into a grotesque shape and was projected on the walls of the hallway by the dim light, the edges of the shadow were squirming as if some unstable existence was slowly changing shape.

A strong sense of danger hit him.

Su Cheng turned his head and ran wildly.

He heard the woman's “hee hee” come from behind him: “I heard that there are students upstairs who are still wandering in the corridor after the lights were turned off…”

The hissing in the woman's voice became clearer, and the heavy malice and pleasure seemed to come through the darkness.

“It's really unruly.”

The footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, accompanied by low humming as if a life-threatening magic sound was gradually approaching.

Su Cheng broke into a cold sweat and ran forward with all his strength—

The second floor, the third floor…

However, he doesn't know if it was an illusion, no matter how fast he ran, the humming sound followed him like a shadow, approaching him step by step without stopping.

As if an invisible rope was strangling his neck, it tightened little by little mercilessly.

Just when Su Cheng was almost in despair, suddenly, without warning, a pair of hands stretched out in the darkness from the side and Yanked him to the side!

Wha……?!

Su Cheng was shocked.

A cold palm covered his mouth, forcibly blocking all the sound.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes as bright as stars looked at him.

The handsome young man came close, raised a finger to his lips, and made a “shush” gesture.

This… this person seems a little familiar?

Su Cheng leaned against the wall in shock, nodding slightly, indicating that he would not make a sound.

Wen Jianyan let go of his hand and quietly approached the door.

He carefully pushed open a gap with his fingertips and looked out cautiously.

The hallway was pitch black.

A faint light source flickered in the distance, barely reflecting a large shadow that was slowly moving forward.

The old witch's figure nearly became twice as large as before.

Her head was pressed against the ceiling, and the wet blue-grey skin seemed to be swollen and stretched to the extreme as if it would burst open in the next second; some places that were not covered by the fabric had already cracked several openings, and the water droplets fell to the ground, leaving a long string of wet marks on the ground.

The dark eyes looked out from the slits in the skin, rolling maliciously.

Before one of the eyes looked over, Wen Jianyan quickly closed the door, blocking the other's view.

Chapter end