Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 96

Chapter Ninety-Six

With a smile on her lips, Wen Jianyan casually looked away.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room exploded:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Liar!"

"Damn it, this guy is definitely up to something bad! You bastard! 【Reward points 100】"

"Why is my wife bewitching me every day! My heart can't stand it, help me! [Reward points 100]"

"looking at what?"

Yun Bilan at the side raised her eyes, glanced at the place the other party had seen, and easily caught Huang Mao's figure.

She was slightly taken aback, narrowing her eyes:

"Are you sure? They are following us?"

"Yes." Wen Jianyan nodded, with joy in her eyes.

A charlatan who makes a living out of manipulating people, he's sensitive to human sights and emotions—either way.

When he was in the leisure park before, he only had a vague feeling of being watched. After entering this project, the four-person anchor team that entered just before the opening officially triggered his radar.

Although Huang Mao is the one who is timid and cowardly, with all his thoughts written on his face.

However, it was not him who really exposed their team, but several of his teammates.

The looming, although whitewashed, but still leaked out of Gu Pan's aim and malice, the deliberately kept distance, the invisible line of sight, and the scrutiny of judgment and evaluation, are all too familiar.

Before entering this nightmare live broadcast room, the world Wen Jianyan lived in was almost entirely composed of these existences.

It was the air he breathed, the soil he grew on, the poison he swallowed.

Familiar with Wen Jianyan, he can draw a conclusion directly without needing to confirm again.

That's them.

Moreover, this team is different from the previous members of Brother Scar. They are not a loose team that operates under the control of certain emotions and greed. They have extremely clear goals and targets.

They are targeted.

They are very skilled.

If other people are buying the props, Brother Scar and the others will also follow. They are hyenas that follow the smell, and they are scavengers that live in groups. They just want to bite off a piece of meat from their prey. , will bark and flee with its tail between its legs.

But this group of people is different.

Wen Jianyan was quite sure.

The other party came for him, not for the props and coupons in his hand.

In addition, he is very self-aware of his ability to kill enemies.

Therefore, after realizing that the other party was coming for him, Wen Jianyan basically guessed the purpose of this group of people.

The reason why he approached Huang Mao was not to confirm whether his guess was correct, but simply because of one reason - this anchor was the only weak point in the entire team.

His emotions are too fragile, like a tight bowstring, which can be broken at the slightest touch.

Timid, fearful, sensitive, cowardly.

Unless they are protected, such a person will not live long in the Nightmare Live.

There is only one possibility for such a mercenary team to choose to bring such an emotionally fragile member.

His talent is irreplaceable.

Even very critical.

So, what kind of talents would a team that charged high commissions to kill streamers need?

output? certainly.

control? perhaps.

But these can only be established under the premise of finding the target.

If you want to kill someone, the most important first step is to find someone first. Being placed in the same copy is of course the first step, but this is not the end.

The maps of the Nightmare dungeon are often very large, the smallest being an entire building, and the size of the map of this amusement park is something Wen Jianyan has never experienced before. With so many anchors, it is not easy to find and recognize one person.

Combined with the sight that he had been vaguely aware of before, Wen Jianyan had almost confirmed that the other party's talent seemed to be related to vision.

Now that this is confirmed, he can countermeasure accordingly.

No matter how many attack methods the opponent wants to change, as long as they still rely on the "eye" of the yellow hair, it is impossible to cause him any harm.

The Gray City team couldn't have imagined that even without formal contact, their own behavior and dependence would be exposed so thoroughly.

And people with weak minds are the most susceptible to hints and influences in this dungeon—especially if the fear mushrooms in Wen Jianyan's hands have not been used up.

It only takes a little physical contact to easily affect the other party's state.

"Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

The players raised their hands and waved them in front of his eyes.

Huang Mao suddenly came back to his senses, his face was pale, his forehead was wet with sweat, and he raised his hand to hold Huicheng's arm tightly: "He, he knows, he definitely knows!"

Huicheng frowned: "Calm down."

He turned his head and glanced behind him without any trace.

The target person was still looking down at the corpse in front of him, looking almost the same as before.

The other party gave him a really weird feeling, almost to the point where Huang Mao shuddered.

"How about... let's not do this order..." Huang Mao suggested in a low voice: "Even if our mission fails, is it okay?"

Now, everyone's eyes became unkind.

"This is an level dungeon. Do you think that we have been busy for so long in such a dangerous situation just to give up halfway?" The teammate squinted his eyes, looked at him, and asked seemingly unintentionally:

"What did he say in your ear before? Is it really only thank you?"

Huangmao's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously let go of Huicheng's grip.

A strong sense of fear of being suspected and abandoned by his teammates rose in his heart, and he knew that if he showed similar emotions again, it was very likely that this suspicion would be confirmed.

This is what he is most afraid of.

"It's fine, it's fine." Huicheng frowned: "Do you all have to start fighting among yourself at this time?"

He looked at Huang Mao: "Get ready, we will do it when we enter the next tunnel, don't make any mistakes this time, understand?"

Huang Mao nodded, no longer daring to show his emotions on his face, and murmured:

"Ming, I understand."

Wen Jianyan stared at the corpse in front of him.

Its body was swollen, its skin was abnormally pale, its eyes were wide open, and it looked particularly terrifying.

I don't know if it's Wen Jianyan's illusion...

It always feels like something is slowly wriggling under its skin.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank: "Quick, step back!"

The corpse in front of him swelled rapidly at a speed that was difficult to react to, and the body that was originally edema swelled up as if it had been inflated!

"bump!"

With a loud noise, the entire corpse exploded from the inside out!

That thin layer of rubber-like skin loosened loosely. There were no bones, no muscles, no internal organs. There was only a bubble of semi-fluid liquid wrapped in the skin. The sticky transparent liquid gurgled from the skin. Gushing out, it was full of dense, wriggling frog eggs.

However, it is different from the frog eggs under the fat brother's skin last time.

The eggs grown under Fat Brother's skin were two to three millimeters in diameter, but this time they were obviously enlarged to one or two centimeters, and they were crowded together one by one.

A layer of translucent film lay in front of Wen Jianyan's eyes. It was the props he activated just now with quick eyesight and quick hands. It just happened to protect the few of them in it, so they didn't get splashed.

The translucent frog eggs slowly slid down from the barrier in front of Wen Jianyan's eyes.

He gasped for breath in a panic, his eyes fixed in the air, and he followed the frog eggs to slide down.

The black unidentified creatures inside were struggling to swim, as if they were struggling to escape from the depths of the omentum, and some had even escaped. The dark, worm-like things were swimming in the transparent medium, and it was hard to say that they were tadpoles. , but more like some kind of weird creature that doesn't belong to any species.

Wen Jianyan stared at the liquid and eggs that fell on the ground, his face a little ugly.

Compared with the "eggs" they encountered in the haunted house, the growth progress of these frog eggs is obviously much higher than that, and most of them have even hatched.

Could it be that... In the future, all these eggs will develop into those "frogs"?

Looking at the number of frog eggs contained in this corpse, think about how many anchors died in this dungeon, and became a breeding ground for frog eggs...

What will this copy look like over time?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A shrill scream came from another carriage not far away.

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

One of the anchors jumped up suddenly. His small half was covered with a thick layer of sticky liquid, which seemed to be splashed by one of the corpses in the explosion just now.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh—"

He frantically scratched his body over and over again, as if he wanted to scratch the skin with his fingers, and scratch his flesh from the skeleton.

Under his exposed skin, one can see densely packed small protrusions, which seem to be swimming and devouring fast in this body, almost chilling.

"They're in! They're in me! Ahhhh! Help, help! Get them out! Get them out!"

The anchor screamed sharply, and his bloodshot eyes rolled rapidly, like crazy:

"They're swimming! They're swimming! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

His screams gradually blurred, and finally turned into a kind of weird laughter that made the scalp tingle: "Hahahahahahaha!"

The whole carriage fell into dead silence.

The train was still moving forward, and the carriage was shaking slightly. In the narrow space, there was a smell of fishy tide, which made people feel sick.

On the ground, on the walls, and on the seats, wet mucus dripped down, and the dark worms hidden in it squirmed, smelling the smell of blood and swimming towards humans, appearing greedy and terrifying.

Watching this scene, everyone's expression was extremely ugly.

At that moment, everyone understood the reason for the project's name.

【crazy】.

Chapter end