Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 224

At the moment when the blood dripped, some invisible, extremely cold existence suddenly erupted.

From the fingers, to the forearm, to the elbow, Mu Sen shrunk, the bandages were loose, and what was wrapped under it didn't look like an adult's arm, but like a mummified arm.

His already pale complexion was now even more pale, a piece of dead gray, as stiff and ugly as a dead man.

When the other teammates saw his appearance, they couldn't help but secretly startled.

This...it doesn't look like a normal anchor using talent.

Even Tangerine Candy, who had always been heartless and smiling, showed a thoughtful look and stared at the strange man in front of him.

Mu Sen lowered his hand and let his long sleeves completely block his arms. He lowered his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at the wooden sign in his palm, and there was a strange madness in his eyes.

The role of the wooden sign is not just fortune-telling.

The clearer the direction of the game, the more irreversible the result will be, and the stronger the backlash will be after it is forcibly broken.

The wooden sign is cracked at light, and smashed directly in the heavy.

You know, he originally had a total of twelve wooden cards, but now there are only ten left.

One of them was gradually cracked after years of use, overwhelmed and shattered, while the other was in an SS-level dungeon. He predicted that he would die, so he held back his heartache. Forcibly shattered the card eye, changed the fate and fate, and saved myself.

Every time a piece is missing, the divination of the wooden card will be more difficult, and the result will be more easily changed. If the number falls below a certain limit, the wooden card will be completely invalidated.

By then, it might be him who died.

Just now, what Mu Sen predicted for the Dark Fire team was two extremely fierce hexagrams, but because of the variables of the card, the ending was changed, which means...

Once the opponent really breaks the game, the wooden card used as the eye of the card will be completely shattered.

Sacrificing one of his cards just for this? !

No way! !

Mu Sen stared at the wooden sign in his hand, the cracks on it were being slowly healed by fresh blood, showing a bizarre shape intertwined with black and red. The corners of his mouth were slightly pulled up, revealing a happy and crazy expression.

How about breaking the dead end by your ability, can you resist the established destiny?

He didn't believe it anymore, he paid such a huge price, still can't nail this group of people back to the original path?

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call.

In the enclosed space with the doors and windows closed on all sides, the silent cold and overcast wind rises from the ground and rolls straight towards the only light source in the store!

The person holding the lamp oil dish noticed the strangeness and tried to raise his hand to block the wind——

However, his action was too late.

No, to be precise, it didn't make any sense whether it was sooner or later, even if he shielded the light earlier, the gloomy wind could still penetrate between his fingers.

The fragile wick soaked with corpse oil shook slightly, and the faint firelight was reflected in the depths of Wen Jianyan's light-colored eyes, illuminating his horrified and inexplicable eyes.

An Xin, who was beside him, seemed to feel something, and turned his head slightly to look here—

Then……

In the next second, it was completely extinguished.

"--Do not!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a hoarse scream broke through her throat.

At the moment when the light disappeared, boundless darkness descended.

In the instance of [Prosperity Building], darkness means death.

The eyes widened in panic, but the darkness seemed to be a veil that blindfolded his eyes. There was no light, and his vision was impossible to talk about.

All five senses seem to be closed.

Can't move, can't hear, can't speak.

Boundless whispers came from all directions, overlapping and overlapping, like whispers from ghosts, Senhan was malicious, but it seemed to be just dead silence.

Can't feel anything, don't know anything.

It seemed that something was approaching, and it seemed that nothing was there.

Cold, so cold.

Losing the shroud of the oil lamp, the cold, gloomy temperature invaded in an instant, freezing from the depths of the blood, making people tremble instinctively.

In the dark, something was watching him.

Everything that was blocking them was removed, disappeared, melted, whether it was the reinforced concrete buildings, or the clothes on them, all the protection was gone, as if naked and vulnerable, and between death The distance is only a few feet away, and a slight step will cross that unclear line.

In this nothingness beyond human common sense, the only thing Wen Jianyan can feel is the real fear that is so strong that it can almost drive him crazy.

At the moment when his mind was blank, Wen Jianyan understood almost immediately why those who were dragged into the darkness by life made such uncontrollable screams.

It's an absolute must die here.

Something fell from between his stiff fingers.

It was an irregular piece of hard sequins with a smooth surface, which broke free from Wen Jianyan's fingers, and fell lightly to the ground.

The fragment of the mirror fell to the ground and made an extremely subtle sound, but the sound was like a bell, which easily penetrated the dead silence around it and fell into Wen Jianyan's ears—

"Ding."

*

Watching the crack that was gradually closing, Mu Sen's lips parted slightly, and a malicious joy emerged from his bloodshot eyeballs.

But, without warning...

The process of bridging has stopped.

In his palm, the small wooden sign that was covered with blood and exuded a strange aura briefly fell into stillness. No matter how the blood squirmed, the gap would no longer be closed, as if it was abruptly caught by a strange force stopped.

"..."

The smile on Mu Sen's face froze, and he stared at the shape of the gap, almost doubting his eyes.

What... what's going on?

stopped.

"Crack..."

Unexpectedly, the sound of wood chips cracking sounded again.

"——!!!" Mu Sen's eyes were almost split, "No, no, no no no no - this is impossible, impossible!!!"

The extremely deep crack burst open again and spread again at an unstoppable speed. In a short period of time, spider web-like cracks spread all over the entire wooden sign, and then...

"Crack."

Under his almost insane gaze, the wooden sign seemed to be no longer able to withstand the strange power stemming from fate, and the whole burst apart, and in the blink of an eye, it was torn apart and vanished into ashes.

"..."

Mu Sen fell to the ground, fixedly staring at his empty palm, his entire strength seemed to be drained.

He seemed unable to accept this reality, and stayed in place stiffly.

Tangerine Candy frowned and stepped forward: "Hey...hey!"

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Mu Sen's eyes, "I'm back to my senses."

Mu Sen's expression was blank, still motionless.

"The prediction is wrong, the prediction is wrong," Orange Candy shrugged heartlessly, comforting extremely rarely, "Anyway, there is no way to do it on the second floor now, there is still a chance to go to the third floor..."

"Do not."

Mu Sen spoke abruptly, interrupting Tangerine Candy's words.

Tangerine Tang was stunned and looked down: "?"

"The prophecy is not wrong, and the fate is not wrong." Mu Sen slowly raised his head, the slender face, which was pale and stiff, was twisted and sinister like a ghost at this moment, with extremely unwilling resentment and hatred in his eyes, slowly Spit out bloody words: "The other side cheated."

absolute.

Absolutely!

No existence can escape the clutches of fate.

"He cheated!!!"

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In the boundless dark space, the slender young man's eyes were slightly closed, and he was held up by some kind of force, as if he was slowly falling from top to bottom.

The shadow of death has not spared him.

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, her eyelids were half-closed, her amber pupils were dazed and out of focus, and she still seemed to be deeply terrified.

However, the darkness here is not the same as the deadly and nihilistic darkness in [Prosperity Building].

It was another, more familiar, and not dangerous—or, it was only because the object was Wen Jianyan that it took on such a harmless form.

In the chaos, in a trance, Wen Jianyan seemed to be back before entering the dungeon again.

——The moment he made a deal with Wu Zhu and Nightmare.

With the passage of time, more and more dungeons have been passed, and Wen Jianyan gradually discovered that the distribution of dungeons in the Nightmare Live Room is not completely random.

In addition to the dungeons that are actively located through props, it often prioritizes allocating the anchor to the dungeon that is "more relevant" to the anchor himself.

Obviously, not every dungeon contains fragments of Wu Zhu, such as Ping An Sanatorium. In fact, if he hadn't accidentally substituted a remnant of Wu Zhu's soul into that dungeon, everything might have been very different. .

The reason why he entered the Ping An Sanatorium was mainly because he had entered the Fantasy Amusement Park, and the core of these two copies was obviously closely related.

It is precisely because of this that, as an anchor who has entered the copy of Fukang Hospital, he will then enter the Antai Community which has a certain spatial relationship with the hospital.

And it is precisely because he got the item [Mr. Mirror] in the first dungeon, that in the next dungeon allocation, Wen Jianyan will be given priority to the dungeon with witch candle fragments.

Of course, this law is not an iron law, but a distributive tendency.

However, this was enough for Wen Jianyan.

Before entering the [Prosperity Building], Wu Zhu once entered his dream and gave instructions for his temporary collaborator.

The content is simple, complete the next copy.

The moment he got this instruction, Wen Jianyan knew that the next instance he entered must be unusual.

Whether it is in terms of difficulty, or in relation to Wu Zhu himself.

After that, soon, with his hint and acquiescence, the system of the Nightmare Live Room contacted him, hoping to reach a so-called deal with him to let him clean up the bug—that is, Wu Zhu.

To this end, it gave Wen Jianyan rich conditions.

Among them: absolute immortality in the next instance.

This made Wen Jianyan immediately understand why Nightmare contacted him after Wu Zhu. Obviously, unlike Wen Jianyan, who is an ordinary human, the game between the two is on the same level of information. They are very clear to each other, what is hidden in the next dungeon represents - so that whether it is a nightmare or a witch candle, they need their "ally" to get it.

Nightmare wanted it so much that he was even willing to open the door for Wen Jianyan to give him the power of terror that no anchor could get.

But Wen Jianyan refused.

This is not because he is not afraid of death, or because he is confident enough that he can easily survive no matter what kind of dungeon he encounters, but for some deeper and more obscure purpose.

First of all, if he agrees, then Wen Jianyan will completely lose Wu Zhu's trust and the possibility of continuing to cooperate with this party, which is contrary to his original purpose.

Secondly...

Wen Jianyan knew clearly that although the next dungeon was deeply related to Wu Zhu himself, it was not so closely related to the internal structure of Nightmare itself.

However, in order to destroy the Nightmare, it is necessary to get deeper into its framework.

As an anchor who is also dealing with Nightmare, Wen Jianyan is very clear that Oracle cheated.

It can become the first guild in the dungeon for a long time, not only because of the monopoly of "prophetic talent", in other words, if there is no cheating, the oracle will not be able to complete this monopoly.

There is some kind of transaction, some ulterior purpose, some deep reason that is not known to any ordinary anchor.

So he offered another condition in exchange.

A more arrogant and ambitious deal than "not dying in a copy".

An opportunity to go deeper into the nightmare and get in touch with its secrets.

He wants to bring his own guild, get the cheating method of Oracle, and replace it, become the second puppet in the Nightmare live broadcast room.

A more loyal dog.

A sharper knife.

——Until he decides to devour the master.

In the shadows, a figure slowly emerged.

Wu Zhu lowered his head and looked at the human in front of him with cold golden eyes.

This is not only within the copy, but not entirely within the copy, but more similar to some kind of crack created by life.

Here, the appearance of Wen Jianyan's body has failed. Although the clothes have not changed, the limbs have been elongated, showing masculine characteristics, appearing slender and powerful, and the facial features have returned to the original clear and handsome.

He raised his hand and dragged his waist.

"Wake up."