Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 223

"Walk."

After making all preparations, Wen Jianyan ordered.

An Xin followed closely behind Wen Jianyan, and walked forward in the dark without being able to see.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the steps under his feet became slow and sluggish as a result, and he walked forward step by step, feeling up and down in his heart.

He really didn't know what Wen Jianyan was going to do now.

According to An Xin, they are now in a dead end.

The conditions of "open your eyes and die" are really too harsh, even if the female corpse temporarily stopped moving, the situation did not improve.

This kind of despair is not only for the "dungeon", but also for their anchors.

Qi Qian is the captain. He is the most senior and experienced anchor among them. He also has the most back-ups and props. He is responsible for coordinating and planning at critical moments. However, he is temporarily dead now and cannot return to the team. The team seemed to have its backbone taken away.

As a psychic medium, the nursery rhyme has been exhausted in the use of talent, and can no longer support even the last display.

Zhang Yu, who is daring and careful, can fight and resist, was accidentally cursed on the first floor, and his condition was getting worse. Although he tried his best to cover it up, An Xin knew that he could still walk now, which was already the result of strong support. .

As for An Xin himself, although he is an attack talent, his eyes are blocked, cutting off the possibility of using the talent.

Even if it did, how would that affect the overall situation?

All "corpses" cannot be killed, at most they can only be temporarily repelled, and his talent is expensive to activate, and it is impossible to use it endlessly.

In the copy, An Xin felt such a deep despair and frustration for the first time.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan slammed in and became the one who dominated everything.

Others only have to obey.

The backbone that disappeared with Qi Qian's death was filled, controlled and replaced by Wen Jianyan.

Just like... a natural captain.

Although his eyes were tightly closed, An Xin still had a general idea of ​​his current direction.

The other party seems to be walking in the direction of the iron gate now.

"That..." An Xin's throat tightened, and his voice was a little out of tune. He tried to say something, perhaps asking about the next plan, or simply wanting to say something to break the suffocating atmosphere at the moment. .

Wen Jianyan, holding the wall in one hand and the oil pan in the other, interrupted him bluntly:

"Quicken your pace and go."

The original soft and timid tone disappeared for some reason, and it was clean, brief, tough, and unquestionable.

Behind him, there was the sound of rolling heads, as if chasing after them. An Xin didn't dare to let out the air, and subconsciously accelerated his pace.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace again:

"Hurry up!"

An Xin hurriedly complied.

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes, paused for a while, and tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something.

That's right.

Two heads caught up.

However, perhaps due to the fact that the female corpses are now in a temporary cooling-off period, their rolling speed is not as fast as before.

However, this "slowness" that seems to have no impact on the situation now is enough for Wen Jianyan:

"Open your eyes, don't look back, run into the warehouse."

At the moment when his voice fell, the two opened their eyes at the same time, and under the guidance of the weak light of the small plate of oil lamps, they ran straight towards the warehouse!

Gollum, gollum.

The heads of the two dead men followed closely behind them, as long as they slowed down, or the female corpse started to move again, Wen Jianyan had no doubt that they would immediately return to their previous state of terror. Anytime you can meet them.

Keep running!

Hurry up! ! !

An Xin gasped for breath, ran as fast as he could, followed closely behind Wen Jianyan, and rushed directly into the dark warehouse.

The long-awaited opening of his eyes did not make him feel safe and relaxed. On the contrary, it created a stronger sense of tension and oppression. His neck was blocked, and he did not dare to twist even a little bit around, for fear of being within his sight. Suddenly, a pair of gray and cloudy eyes appeared, taking his life without warning.

He just dared to stare straight ahead.

The girl in white ran in front of him, the lamp oil tray in her hand was lit with a faint light.

Not far from the front, there was that scarlet dresser, with mottled paint on it, standing quietly in the darkness, which was extraordinarily abrupt.

A bronze mirror stands on it, and the blurred mirror reflects a faint light.

An Xin was stunned.

Wait, what are they doing here, are they leaving here?

But... why? Are you going to do something outside? But why are there only two of them? What about the others?

Before he could sort out his chaotic thoughts, Wen Jianyan shoved the lamp oil pan into his hand, breathing quickly, and ordered, "Take it."

An Xin didn't have time to think about it, he held the lamp oil pan that was gradually becoming hot, and stood behind Wen Jianyan.

Gollum.

The sound of people rolling their heads came from behind.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the speed is a little faster than before.

Wen Jianyan took a big step and sat down straight in front of the bronze mirror.

Gollum, gollum.

No matter how fast they ran just now, the space of the shop was limited, and the distance just opened could be easily shortened in a short time.

The sound of people's heads rolling hurriedly followed, as if it sounded from the back of the scalp, getting closer and clearer, making An Xin unable to bear the chills down his spine and his hair standing on end.

He didn't dare to turn his head, but there was no room to escape in front of him, so he could only stay in place.

Crap, I'm going to catch up!

However, Wen Jianyan didn't seem to be affected at all. He took out the red comb from his pocket and began to comb his hair. During the whole process, his fingers did not even tremble at all, and his movements were steady. It's startling.

A moment, a moment, a moment.

An Xin's heart had already raised to his throat, the sound of blood flowed against his eardrums, making a buzzing sound, sweat oozing from his palms, and by the faint oil light, he could even see from the bronze mirror, that Gradually zooming in, getting faster and closer, the two heads are getting closer and closer.

Gollum.

Something cold and soft touched his feet.

In an instant, the temperature plummeted.

In his moment, An Xin felt like he was under a curse, his neck clucked and lowered uncontrollably. He tried hard to close his eyes, but his eyelids were completely out of control. Can't close.

He slowly lowered his head and looked towards his feet.

Done.

At that moment, An Xin seemed to realize something.

In this dungeon, never let these corpses touch you - on the first floor, just a touch, a blue-black handprint will appear on Zhang Yu's skin, and the second floor is obviously the same.

These human heads are not just trying to look at humans. If they touch these human heads, they will forcefully open their eyes and look in their direction.

An Xin guessed that it may be that he and Wen Wen "opened their eyes", which triggered this mechanism, allowing these heads to locate themselves.

Just now, when the heads fell from the shelf and rolled straight in this direction, all of them closed their eyes in time, so those heads could not "locate" the existence of human beings.

Or, just because the mirror world is weird and dangerous, the curse will intensify over time.

However, it doesn't matter.

An Xin heard a rattling sound from his neck, and his head sank one by one.

The unprotected eyeball is irritated by the air, and a moist tear film emerges.

In the blurred vision, he could faintly see the hair that was scattered like weeds, the bluish-white, rotten skin covered with corpse spots, and...

His hands and feet were cold and his mind was blank.

Death was so close, he could almost smell his own rotting corpse.

Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt end.

——The human head disappeared, the sound of Gululu’s turning disappeared, and the force pressing the head also disappeared.

"..."

An Xin's face was pale and sweating profusely, and the whole person seemed to be pulled out of the water.

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced.

Behind, there are large open warehouse doors, and outside are shelves full of TV sets and radios - they have returned, left the world in the mirror, and returned to the real store.

No one knew how close he was to complete death just now.

Meanwhile, in the store.

Su Cheng and Zhang Yu stood there, with their eyes closed, they could only use their hearing to capture what was happening outside. They heard footsteps and the sound of rolling heads—

In the end, everything was gone.

The heads of the people who were chasing the other two did not roll back. There was only the sound of two heads rolling in my ears. The rubbing sound of grunts sounded very disturbing.

Is it... it's over?

what just happened? What will happen next? What is Wen Jianyan's plan?

Questions popped up in my mind, but none of them were answered.

They could only stand upright in place, waiting in agony.

——Waiting for the time the other party said to come.

*

Wen Jianyan put the red comb back in his pocket, got up quickly from the chair, and moved away from the dresser.

He pulled An Xin, who was still stunned:

"Go, hurry up."

An Xin took a deep breath, nodded pale and quickly adjusted his state, then chased Wen Jianyan and walked out with him one after the other.

"Me, what shall we do next?"

He had just escaped from death, and his voice was a little too weak.

"Put the oil lamp tray on the counter and come back."

Although An Xin was puzzled, he still followed Wen Jianyan's instructions.

"and then?"

"The last step," Wen Jianyan's face was no better than An Xin's, but his voice was still calm, he raised his chin, "Watch TV."

At the moment when his voice fell, only the sound of "zizi" sounded, and the two TV sets in front of him lit up without warning.

On the TV screen that was flickering with snowflakes, the back of a familiar female corpse appeared.

With the two of them watching, it started to move again.

The red-clothed female corpse walked back step by step with stiff steps.

"...!"

An Xin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, as if blessed in his heart, he suddenly realized what Wen Jianyan was doing now—

I see!

The two of them left the world in the mirror. Without human attention, the two heads would lose their target and stop functioning. Then, in the world in the mirror, there would be only two heads still casting a curse outwards.

And the two of them left the mirror world, came to reality, and then entered the store to activate the curse from the outside.

The heads and TVs on the shelves correspond to each other.

When the two of them watch the TV from the outside, they will become the "watchers". With the transfer of the curse, the expression of the curse will change from a "rolling head" to a "female corpse regressing away from the TV" , those human heads will no longer be the carrier of the curse of "seeing each other and die", and return to their original form.

Wen Jianyan stuck a bug, changed the direction of the curse, and created extremely precious time for the really important action - finding the source of the curse.

In other words... there is no longer any curse in the shop of Mirror World now!

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, turned on her phone, and sent a message:

【Now】

Inside the mirror world.

The shop was dead silent.

Su Cheng clenched the phone tightly in his hand, sweat oozing from his palm, and the last words Wen Jianyan said echoed in his mind - "When the phone rings, open your eyes."

At this moment……

"Buzz".

The phone vibrated.

*

The second floor enters the stairwell on the third floor.

The faint light filtered through the oil lamp, illuminating the narrow space.

A squad is going upstairs.

The dull footsteps echoed.

Suddenly, Mu Sen, who was walking in the middle of the team, was stunned. He seemed to have caught some subtle sound. He lowered his head and subconsciously touched the pocket on his waist.

"click"

A soft, extremely crisp cracking sound sounded.

"!!!"

At that moment, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he suddenly opened his pocket and rummaged in it eagerly.

Soon, a small wooden sign appeared in Mu Sen's palm.

He widened his eyes, and could hardly believe his own eyes: "Wait, how could it be—"

Under his horrified gaze, a thin crack slowly appeared from the dark and scarlet center, cracking a little bit, and the gap gradually widened——

"Crack."

"No, no no no... no, no no!"

Mu Sen whispered in a low voice, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and his expression was crazy, like a ghost, "Impossible, impossible!!"

*

"Go ahead, go further, a little to the left!"

The blindfolded nursery rhyme moved forward under the guidance.

"right!"

"Yes, it's here, that's right!"

The red arrow symbolizing the guiding hand danced in the air, pointing downward, and Nursery Yao's hand slowly fell, accurately grasping the prop below.

The familiar system announcement sounded.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item in the copy (difficult)! 】

【Collection degree 1/? 】

*

"Crack."

Another sound.

The sawdust collapsed, and the cracks gradually widened, almost to the point where they could not be ignored.

Not far away, Tangerine Candy stopped, turned his head with interest, and looked at Mu Sen's current expression.

Looking at the disintegrating wooden sign in his palm, Mu Sen clenched his teeth, his expression twisted.

"No... Absolutely, absolutely not!"

He raised his hand, bit his index finger, and a drop of bright red and rich blood with a strong fishy smell slowly oozes out from the wound, condensing into drops little by little.

With the blood condensing, Mu Sen began to change color and deformation from the index finger, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

tick.

Blood fell on the wooden sign.

The blood was like liquid, and it seemed to be condensed by countless tiny scarlet bugs. The moment it came into contact with the wooden sign, it immediately infiltrated into it and spread densely, as if trying to heal the gradually cracking on the wooden sign. texture.

"Desperately struggling, still want to break my card...?" Mu Sen stared at the wooden card, his eyes were about to bulge, he gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it okay to just die for me?"

*

inside the store.

As the source of the curse was obtained, the TV immediately lost its ability to spread the curse. Like the radio last time, it immediately stopped functioning and turned into a seemingly harmless commodity again.

Wen Jianyan spit it out.

An Xin stood aside and patted his back with a complicated expression.

After all, no one would have thought that the awesome player who was still in absolute control just now, and even cleverly used the dungeon rules and used bugs to get stuck and cursed, would be frightened like a new player after everything was over. vomit more than.

To be bold or timid...

Wen Jianyan wiped the corners of her mouth in a sullen mood, and stood up straight: "Let's go, let's go..."

Next, as long as they bring back Su Cheng, Nursery Yao, and Zhang Yu in the same way, they have completed the task on the second floor and can go to the third floor.

"Are you really okay?" An Xin confirmed worriedly.

Wen Jianyan turned pale and nodded:

"real……"

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

He seemed to feel a little uneasy, and raised his head.

Logically speaking, everything should have been resolved, but... I don't know why, Wen Jianyan suddenly had a weird feeling.

He carefully recalled all the past in his mind.

No clues were missed.

Wen Jianyan frowned in confusion.

Strange... what's going on?

Is it just an illusion?

"What's wrong?" An Xin noticed his strangeness and asked.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, shook her head, and replied:

"……nothing."

He turned around, took steps, and continued to walk toward the warehouse: "Come on, we don't have much lamp oil in our hands, it's best to talk to them as soon as possible—

Before Wen Jianyan's words were finished, the flames burning on the oil pan suddenly jumped twice in his hands.

"?"

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment and looked suspiciously.

next second.

In the shop with the doors and windows closed on all sides, a cold wind hung without warning, without source or reason, like a breath in the ear, cold and gloomy, as if it came from the underworld.

call.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan realized that something was wrong, her eyes widened in horror, and she hurriedly raised her hand—

The fragile wick jumped twice before his eyes, and then...

went out.