Super thriller live broadcast

When I went to the show for an interview for the first time, I knew that there were many floors underground in this building, but for various reasons, I had never gone deeper underground to see it. I didn’t expect that this live broadcast would happen in a deep dream. this opportunity.

I checked the rooms one by one and found that the interior layout was similar. I soon lost interest and walked towards the stairs.

"Are you leaving?" Truman followed me. This place was unfamiliar to him.

"There's no rush." ​​I went down the stairs and came to the fifth floor, which I had never been to before.

The long corridor seemed to have no end, and the sound of creaking wooden boards could be heard in my ears, which was very strange.

"Are you done?" Standing at the corner of the stairs on the fifth underground floor, the corridor leading to the sixth underground floor was locked by an iron door. The only areas I could explore were the top five floors.

"How many floors does this building have underground?" I looked down along the cracks in the handrails. I couldn't see the bottom at a glance. "A conservative estimate is that it is more than ten floors. Is this building structure designed to correspond to the legendary eighteenth floor of hell?"

Deeper, there was a faint shadow shaking, and I didn’t know what it was. The iron door was locked, and the passage was sealed, making it impossible to get down.

"The biggest secret of the show is probably deeper underground. Forget it, it's not easy to have the opportunity to explore the top five floors this time." I have a good mentality and will never let something that cannot be changed affect me.

After retreating to the fifth underground floor, I prepared to check every room.

"Room 451?" The number on the rotten wooden door was still clear, so I pushed the door open and entered.

A musty smell flooded into the nasal cavity, probably because it had been sealed underground for a long time. The room was damp and stuffy. If you entered it suddenly, you would feel suffocated.

"Anchor, be careful, there is something wrong with this room no matter how you look at it." Truman seemed to be particularly resistant to these rooms.

"You stay outside and I'll be out soon." It took a long time to search all the rooms on the fourth floor. On the way here, I was just looking for the house number 44, but I didn't clean up the traces. Those two nightmares would probably Chase all the way.

After stepping on the thick carpet and entering the house, there were more things left in the room on the fifth floor. There were some blank books, pens that couldn't write, etc. It seemed that few "people" visited this place. When Truman came, we didn't even have the "thought" to chase us. Only nightmares dared to come in, and even nightmares hid their bodies after entering, as if they were afraid of disturbing something scary.

"What's this?"

I was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and suddenly I saw a broken paper mask under the table.

"It's different from what the show examiners and others wore." The mask was full of cracks, and it shattered as soon as I touched it. I couldn't even take a second look at it: "It's a pity..."

Just as I sighed, I glanced around and suddenly found a light green under the table where the mask covered it.

Green means life in dreams, which is a rare color. I squatted down, got under the table, and took pictures with my mobile phone.

Growing under the table, next to the paper mask, is a strange grass.

It's so small, about the thickness of a baby's little finger, with its lone blade of grass spiraling inward, a bit like a real-life mimosa.

"Are you kidding? I actually found a piece of grass in a deep dream? And it was in a building suspected to be the home of the underworld show!" If I didn't have the judgment eye and someone else came in, I would probably ignore it directly: "Yes. Don’t ask Truman, his research on dreams is deeper than mine, but... let’s forget it.”

I thought of something that happened before, but did not inform Truman outside the door: "It is better to do less than to do more. It is better to seize the time to find useful things."

Just as I was about to get up, a faint consciousness suddenly appeared in my liver orifice, as if it was telling me something.

"Is it coming from the body?" I looked inside myself, and the only living thing in the liver orifice was the Dream Wing Gu. It is said that with it, I can enter and exit at least the middle dreamland at will. The key is that during the duel with the Sanyin Sect, contemporary Meng Po wanted to seduce my soul, but in the end, the Dream Wing Gu risked serious injuries to save me. Most of the thousand-year-old locust tree flowers were consumed, and it fell into a deep sleep.

I looked at the grass under the table. It was full of life and did not look like poisonous weeds: "If Dream Wing Gu needs..."

My eyes shone brightly, and I suddenly thought of a possibility. The grass under the table was most likely the dreamwing Gu's favorite food - dreamy grass.

Reach out and grab the grass roots, it looks incredible growing out from under the carpet.

The gleaming green light washed away the vitality. The moment my fingers touched it, the veins of the leaf that were originally rotating inward instantly wrapped around my fingers, and then a little bit of greenness poured into my body and went directly to the liver orifice, and then it seemed like It was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement.

"It should be the dreamy grass, but the quantity is too small to allow the dreamwing Gu to recover." I looked at the palm of my hand, and the dreamy grass in my hand had withered, and its color had changed from emerald green to grayish yellow.

"If I can find a large amount of dreamy grass to restore Dreamwing Gu, my hope of escape will be greatly increased!" Dreamwing Gu cannot be artificially cultivated. It is naturally raised and is an extremely rare wild Gu. I can become this Gu. Master, it was a coincidence, and I had to thank the blood fox. Faced with a life and death crisis, Meng Yi Gu bowed his head and was willing to leave with me.

Although I didn't find any clues about the underworld show, I was quite happy to have a possibility of escape.

"Look again." After leaving room 451, I entered other rooms on the fifth underground floor to check, and soon discovered a pattern. Wherever there is a paper mask, there must be dreamweed growing around it.

"This dreamy grass only appears in dreams, and there must be a paper mask next to it. What is the relationship between the two?" Plants need nutrients to grow. This is the first time I have seen a plant growing in a dream. "Could it be?" Nutrition from the paper mask? No, what nutrition can a mask have?"

Thinking of this, I was suddenly stunned: "The paper mask has no nutrition, but the person or the memory of the person wearing the mask has disappeared. Could it be that these dreamy grasses grew by absorbing the vitality and memory of the mask wearer?" of?"

I don't know enough about dreamy grass, so I can only guess based on thin air.

After continuously absorbing six strains of Dreamweed, the vitality contained in the liver orifice becomes more intense. The liver belongs to wood, and the more plants and trees there are, the more helpful it will be for me to open the lock of the liver orifice.

The only pity is that even after swallowing so much Dream Wing Gu, the Dream Wing Gu has not changed and is still sleeping.

"The product information given to me by the Underworld Show said that Dreamwing Grass is Dream Wing Gu's favorite food, and taking a large amount may cause Dream Wing Gu to break through. Could it be that I was deceived by the show? Or is the quantity not big enough? ?" Just to look for these six dreamy grasses, I searched most of the rooms on the fifth floor and wasted a lot of time.

"Anchor, is it time to go? You've been running around like crazy, and I haven't seen anything substantial. I think we should get out of here quickly." Truman urged in the corridor. He had never stepped into the house. One step at a time, so he didn’t know that I was picking dreamweed in the house.

"Wait a minute." Holding Truman steady, I conducted a carpet-like search without missing any room until I reached the end of the corridor.

Except for those six plants, I gained nothing else. Standing in front of the last door, I no longer had much hope.

I reached out and pushed the door, but the wooden door didn't move at all. I was a little surprised: "It's actually locked?"

I didn't pay attention at first and kicked it with all my strength. The wooden door didn't move at all. Then I cheered up and said, "It's weird. The other wooden doors are already rotten. They can be kicked open with just one kick."

Using the light source of my mobile phone, I looked at the lock. It was a very strange composite lock with a plum blossom-shaped lock core.

"Plum blossom? Looks familiar." I compared the wound on my wrist. The lock core was exactly the same as the wound caused by the plum blossom poison: "This kind of composite lock must be opened with something close to the lock core in shape. Just find two sections. The iron wire will definitely not be able to be pierced."

I just muttered to myself unconsciously. After I finished speaking, my eyes suddenly glanced at the pendant hanging on the mobile phone at the underworld show. This small gift given to me by Xia Qingzhi happened to be in the shape of a plum blossom!

"It turned out that the key was given to me a long time ago..."