Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Under the gaze of those calm and smiling eyes, Brother Scar couldn't help being startled, and for no reason, a strong chill slowly climbed up his back.

What, what's going on?

Why did I suddenly have such a strong sense of crisis? !

Under the palm, the other party's throat was warm and soft, and through a thin layer of skin, he could feel the extraordinarily clear and steady pulse of the blood, as if he hadn't been affected at all.

...not at all like the steady heartbeat of a man with his throat pinched in the palm of an enemy.

Isn't this guy an anchor on the beauty list? Why are you so calm?

Something is wrong.

This is not right!

A strong sense of uneasiness fermented and spread from the bottom of my heart, and some voice screamed from the bottom of my heart, urging him to do something.

However, before he had time to take action, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Darkness fell.

A deep, silent corridor stretches in front of you. The ground is cold and clean. The doors of the departments on both sides are closed, like black eyes, silently staring into the distance.

This... where is this?

like...

Hospital?

Brother Scar felt a shiver creep up his spine slowly.

"This, where is this place?" came the voice of his teammate from behind in surprise.

Brother Scar turned his head and glanced behind him, only to see that several other teammates of his had all appeared here. Each of them looked extremely shocked and confused, and a sense of fear was brewing in everyone's eyes.

"Aren't we in the fantasy amusement park?"

Suddenly, one of them widened his eyes suddenly: "Scar, Brother Scar, you, you, your hand—"

Brother Scar was taken aback.

Only then did he realize that the neck in the palm of his hand had become extremely cold and thin for some time, completely unlike what a normal human being should have.

He lowered his head slowly, little by little.

A huge, blue-purple head was half upturned, and the white-less eyes stared at him firmly. The skin was covered with thin and dense blood vessels, and there was a "giggle" laugh from his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Brother Scar yelled in horror, let go of his hand suddenly, and stumbled back.

The innocent child's voice rang in my ears:

"Mom said, I can play with you."

Brother Scar felt the hairs all over his body explode, and he backed up abruptly, but there were more cold, scratching sensations on his back and shoulders.

His pupils constricted, and he turned his head slowly.

Huge bluish-purple heads crawled out from behind, each with the same big smile on their faces, and the giggling sounds of cheerful children echoed in the cold corridor.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

There was a shrill scream from behind.

Countless blue-purple ghost babies crawled from all directions, stretched out their small hands, and giggled and echoed.

Oh shit!

Brother Scar reacted instantly.

The talent of this anchor is the kind of hallucinogenic talent that is very rare in the charm department! It can create the illusion of large groups and is extremely tricky to use in teamfights.

Shit, this team of anchors is also **** difficult!

"calm down!"

Brother Scar shouted hoarsely: "This is an illusion, this is the talent of the anchor over there, calm down, these images only exist in our minds, they are not real! And they can only last for a minute at most ,if only-"

"are you sure?"

The young man's hoarse and laughing voice sounded not far away.

Brother Scar's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the voice.

Wen Jianyan was standing not far away, several ghost babies with the same bruises all over his body were lying on his body, one arm was hanging in his arms and shoulders, and a pair of smiling amber eyes looked over from the darkness :

"Is everything an illusion?"

Brother Scar's pupils suddenly constricted.

He seemed to realize something, slowly lowered his head, and looked at himself.

I saw a blue-purple ghost baby lying on his chest, his belly grew rapidly as if inflated, and his skin was so thin that it was transparent, as if poking it would explode from the inside out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A fierce scream broke out from his throat.

So real, all the touches... all too real!

Is this really hallucinogenic talent?

And... even if it is, the time limit should have passed! It is very rare for such a large illusion to last for a minute, but...

Why, why hasn't it disappeared by now? !

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Damn, what is the principle, what is the principle!"

"My god, is this called spiritual pollution!"

"I remember that there is a prop that seems to be able to reproduce the memory, right? But this scene doesn't look like the host's memory... Instead, it looks like a fabricated scene... Fuck, it's really mentally polluted, my scalp is numb."

Brother Scar was cruel and exchanged for a bottle of mental tranquilizer.

After drinking this bottle, no matter how talented the opposite anchor is, all illusions will disappear!

But unexpectedly, not only did the opposite party not stop him, but he stood calmly not far away, with a smile in his eyes, watching with ease.

…what happened?

Why does he seem not worried at all?

The anchor who is gifted with hallucinations is the most afraid of this kind of prop, isn't it?

A strong sense of uneasiness welled up in Brother Scar's heart.

However, he had no time to think about it, he unscrewed the cap of the cautious tranquilizer, and poured it in drop by drop.

In just a few seconds, a bottle of tranquilizer was consumed in the blink of an eye, and the bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

but…

Brother Scar stared wide-eyed in horror, seeing the bluish-purple ghost babies crawling up his body and gradually covering him, he couldn't believe his eyes.

How can it be…

how come!

Wen Jianyan looked down at the anchor who was rolling in front of him, and a vague smile flashed across his lips.

Because his talent has never been to create illusions.

He is just subtly guiding the other party, making them think that his talent can create illusions.

Their entire team used their talents as soon as they came up, and the opponent would naturally assume with inertial thinking that what he was using now was also a talent.

Therefore, after the default is broken, they will fall into a more fragile mental state, reflexively thinking that they are in a worse situation, and thus infinitely magnify the opponent's advantages in their minds.

Tranquilizers certainly didn't help.

What he deceives is never the opponent's spirit and brain, but their five senses.

The reason why he dared to go to the gift shop to buy souvenirs with great fanfare at the beginning of the dungeon was naturally because he had already prepared his backhand.

Wen Jianyan is very self-aware.

Since he entered the Nightmare live broadcast room, he has formed too many enemies. It was okay when he was in the system space. Entering the dungeon, directly opening the wave of point savings, has not met a revenge seeker in the dungeon, but he is lucky, so the props to prevent chasing soldiers must be carried with you.

Before entering the copy, Wen Jianyan went to the free trade zone to make purchases.

None of the props I bought were used to clear the dungeon, all of them were used to save my life during the hunt.

He's not using talent.

It's a talent disguised as a prop.

This method cannot be used from the beginning.

After all, before the start of the team battle, the anchors will habitually cover themselves with passivation film, but after several other people in the team clean up this period of time, there will be no restrictions on using it.

The current scene was completed using several different props.

Polaroid, a D-level prop, can reproduce and construct the scene in memory, but it is a single frame that cannot be changed. Although the use time is not short, it can be easily cracked as long as it is moved.

However, under the influence of Wen Ya's talent, the opponent's ability to act can be greatly eased.

A hidden item found in the free trade zone, fear mushroom.

Grind it into powder and smear it on the whip, and seep into the skin and blood with the battle. Although it can't make people hallucinate, it will make the anchor fall into a state of intense fear that cannot be shaken off, effectively reducing the opponent's psychological defense.

The most important of these is the legendary item [Remains of the Holy Infant] that Wen Jianyan got from Fukang Private General Hospital.

Before entering this dungeon, Wen Jianyan was ruthless and spent a lot of points to upgrade this item to one level.

I originally thought that after upgrading, the time for obtaining the status would be extended, but unfortunately, things backfired, and the effective time did not change, but a second alternative form was added—

Summon baby ghosts.

It's a pity that the summoning time and quantity of this form are extremely limited. With the current level of the item, it can only summon a pitiful ghost baby at most, and it must be activated at a very close distance.

In the face of team battles, the effect can almost be said to be negligible.

So, this calls for one last prop.

Plasticine, a D-level stand-in prop, although it can be used, must have enough details to be established, and it will act under the anchor's will.

Because the establishment effect is very harsh, most of the substitutes produced are crooked and can be easily seen through. The substitute props also have lower-level substitutes in the E-level mall, and consume less points, so most of the anchors don't Will choose to buy it.

But Wen Jianyan is different.

He doesn't need these "substitutes" to be real, he just needs them to be large enough to cast a strong psychological shadow on people.

Overwhelming, densely packed, it is the kind of storage that makes people have nightmares at a glance.

If, on the premise that he was alone, the success rate of this plan was only 50%, but with the help of the rest of his teammates, the success rate directly soared to 70% to 80%.

Even the most critical "close" steps were directly completed by the opponent.

How can you lose!

Wen Jianyan walked forward slowly and knelt down in front of Brother Scar.

Under the horrified gaze of the other party, he raised his hand and lightly pressed his palm on the other's round and swollen belly, rubbing it gently, feeling the wriggling and protrusion under the thin skin.

Of course, the most important thing is.

This one on Brother Scar is not plasticine.

The genuine ghost baby he can summon is in the opponent's stomach at this moment, as long as he wants to, it can immediately disembowel the opponent and crawl out of his body.

The young man smiled:

"So, for my unborn baby, how many lottery tickets are you willing to pay?"

No, it's impossible, they can't lose!

This is an illusion, it must be an illusion! As long as you kill the other party, everything will be over!

There was a flash of madness in Brother Scar's eyes, a blade appeared in his palm, and the whole person suddenly moved forward—

But in the next second, the ghost baby in the belly began to struggle viciously.

At the mother's signal, it began to hatch.

The feeling of something growing in the body is so clear and terrifying, it makes people tremble and frightened.

The blade stopped in front of the young man's slender neck, Brother Scar's face instantly turned pale, and intermittent screams escaped from his throat.

"Ahhhhhh—"

A look of extreme fear flashed in his pupils.

The phenomena experienced have progressed layer by layer, and the presuppositions have been broken again and again. Brother Scar is finally sure now.

The other party's talent is much more terrifying than what I imagined. This can't be hallucinogenic, this is, this is directly creating a whole ghost domain that can be completely controlled by the other party, and there are hundreds of ghost babies in it!

Can't beat it.

Impossible to beat.

This is unsolvable... almost a crushing BUG talent!

There are so many ghost babies, even if there is a chance to kill one, the others will climb up to the body again, there is no way—

Brother Scar's pupils dilated in horror.

"Yes, I'm sorry! It's because I don't know Taishan..."

Hearing a "clang", the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The man's tall and strong body trembled slightly, his eyes had completely lost his fighting spirit, his lips trembled, he stammered, and tremblingly said :

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't, don't let it move, please! I, I give, I give—"

"Ten tickets per person, sixty tickets—"

"That's how you get acquainted."

Wen Jianyan said with a smile.

"But..." He frowned with some annoyance: "This is the price just now."

With a smile on his lips, he leaned down again, a pair of amber eyes gleamed with childlike naughtiness, his face was so beautiful and harmless, as attractive as a good-looking anchor, but at this moment, in the eyes of the other party In this scene, this pure and delicate face is as chilling as a devil.

"Sixty is not enough now."

The boy's slightly hoarse voice was soft and sweet, like a lover's whisper:

"I gave you a chance just now."

Chapter end