Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 225

"!!!"

At the moment when Wu Zhu's voice fell, Wen Jianyan took a sharp breath, and suddenly escaped from that semi-chaotic, near-death state.

In this instance of [Prosperity Building], falling into darkness is a rule-level death.

Although the fragment of the mirror dragged Wen Jianyan in at the last moment, in fact, he did walk through the gate of hell this time, alive or alive, but the extreme fear of being caught up in death was impossible to deal with physically and emotionally. Psychologically destroyed.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrunk to the size of thin pinpoints, staring at the void, as if there were nowhere to go.

His mind was blank, and there was still a sense of cold air on his skin. The touch from death was clear and real, and the intense pain brought by the boundless darkness choked his throat, making his throat scream like drowning.

Wu Zhu frowned.

In the palm of his hand, the opponent's waist trembled, and his skin lost the temperature of a human being, but was closer to his icy body temperature.

He was accustomed to the vicious appearance of this guy's cunning and scheming. Even when he was strangling his throat and tying his limbs, his eyes were full of agile desire to survive. Now he suddenly saw that his eyes were empty and intensely stressed. Candle actually felt a little weird.

He frowned, putting aside the strange feeling in his heart.

Strange to say, since the last time he fused with that fragment, Wu Zhu always felt a little unfamiliar with himself now, as if he had a lot of emotions that should not belong to him.

Usually, he probably won't have any fluctuations.

Maybe the shard should be sealed back.

While Wu Zhu was contemplating, the young man in front of him suddenly bounced violently, like a lively fish, flapping his limbs, punching and kicking, struggling violently.

As a result, Wu Zhu, who was closest to him, became a victim and suffered several blows abruptly.

"..."

Although it didn't hurt, Wu Zhu's forehead couldn't help but jump.

He raised his hand and skillfully tied the man.

The strange feeling disappeared.

Probably an illusion.

Wen Jianyan made some money, but found that he couldn't make it, and finally calmed down.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his pupils gradually returned to normal, and his eyes gradually gained rationality and expression.

The stress and vulnerability just now seemed to be just a camouflage, it disappeared in an instant, and was deeply hidden in a place where no light could be seen.

what just happened?

Wen Jianyan's gaze fell on Wu Zhu, and it seemed that it took two seconds to recall the identity of the other party.

After realizing this, the previous memory quickly returned to the cage.

The corpse of the woman in red, the TV, the world inside the mirror...

Yes, he got stuck on the BUG of the curse delivery, used the difference in numbers to restrain the gazes of the heads, created an opportunity for the teammates in the mirror world, and lifted the curse, but, when he was about to return to the mirror world, he brought his teammates out. Suddenly, the oil lamp was blown out.

Wen Jianyan's expression darkened slightly.

Even if there is no lampshade, he does not think that the oil lamp in the copy will be blown out so easily, not to mention that the doors and windows in the store were closed at that time, and the gust of wind had nowhere to come, so there was only one possibility.

But the question is, how does the other side do it?

Wen Jianyan recalled the fragmentary clues he had inquired about before entering the dungeon, and couldn't help showing a thoughtful look.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something suddenly, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wu Zhu:

"Wait, what about An Xin?"

"..."

Wu Zhu raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him.

"It's the anchor who walked with me, is he alive?"

Wen Jianyan asked eagerly.

After the lights go out, the law of death in the dark must be triggered indiscriminately. This should also be fulfilled in An Xin. If he is left in the dark shop, he will definitely die.

After Qi Qian "died" temporarily, An Xin became the only remaining combat member in the entire team. If there is a conflict with other teams later, his talent can play a great deterrent effect. He died in this operation. If it is dropped, their team will probably suffer greatly.

Wu Zhu still had that indifferent expression, his pupils showed a metallic texture and luster, staring at him without any emotion, with a primitive inhuman feeling hidden in his eyes.

It's no different from before.

"Without An Xin, we would only have three and a half teammates left, one with overdrafted talent and unable to use it, one who was caught in a curse and gasping for two steps, and a prophet without combat power," Wen Jianyan said. "He's gone, the next dungeon will probably be very difficult."

He looked at the man in front of him, very earnestly, and said sincerely:

"But don't you want me to clear this dungeon?"

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Zhu finally showed mercy and said indifferently, "He's fine."

It wasn't because of his kindness. It was just that when the mirror fragment fell to the ground, the indiscriminate protection mechanism was activated, and An Xin happened to be nearby, so he was dragged in directly, and Xiaoming fell into Wu Zhu's hands unsurprisingly. , as soon as he came in, he was entangled by the darkness, and he is still in a state of dying.

It was even more penetrating that he almost died just now.

But now there's a good chance of surviving.

"..."

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, it's so hard to deal with.

Especially when this guy holds great authority and is unaware of his own thoughts and desires... If he is not a person who is used to observing words and reacting quickly and sensitively, I am afraid he will guess another unknown minefield. .

After hearing that An Xin was all right, Wen Jianyan's nerves that had been tense suddenly loosened.

He leaned back with some prostration, and the darkness behind him held him firmly, preventing him from falling.

Since he and Wu Zhu reached the so-called "agreement", this place will no longer pose a threat to his life for the time being. Compared with the interior of Changsheng Building, it is like a resort.

After dealing with so many strange and terrifying corpses, even the expressionless face of Wu Zhu seemed a lot more friendly.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan gave Wu Zhu a sincere smile: "Thank you."

I don't know why, but Wu Zhu's face is not good-looking.

"You should go," he said coldly.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Damn, this idiot is so hard to coax, he is moody and unpredictable, and even he is a little tricky to deal with.

However, Wu Zhu was right on this point.

The longer he stayed here, the longer Su Cheng and the others stayed in the world inside the mirror. They didn't have a red comb in their hands, and they didn't have any way to leave the mirror. Although they obtained the props of the source of the curse, there was still something in the mirror. There is a female corpse that may move at any time, the longer it drags on, the higher the possibility of danger.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"By the way," Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something, "The task you gave me is to clear this dungeon, but this is a time-limited dungeon, that is to say, no matter how many floors you climb in the end, as long as you survive 12 hours It can be cleared, but I think, what you want to get, or what you hope to accomplish, should be able to have it successfully after 12 hours on the first floor... Can you give me a floor range? "

Wu Zhu turned his head to look at him, his eyes suddenly stopped and moved down.

At this time, Wen Jianyan noticed that his appearance had disappeared, but his clothes were still there.

The slender figure of an adult male stretched his clothes abruptly, and the fabric that could cover his knees was now mentioned in the middle of his thighs.

"..."

Even if Wen Jianyan admits that his face is as thick as a city wall, he can't hang on now.

Although he chose it himself, but...

It's really not very elegant.

Wu Zhu's eyes fell on him.

In those golden, beast-like pupils, a gloomy light flashed, causing Wen Jianyan's hair to stand on end suddenly, creating a very dangerous premonition.

He took a step back subconsciously, unable to control the speed of his speech:

"However, I think it's better for me to find the answer to this question myself. After all, you can rest assured of my ability, so I won't bother you to answer it."

After the endless, scalp-numbingly long silence, Wu Zhu finally spit out two words like gold:

"Fifth floor."

*

Wen Jianyan returned to the store with the relit oil lamp tray.

The shop was dead silent, and the faint light illuminated the narrow row of shelves, reflected on the TV screen, giving people a particularly gloomy feeling.

An Xin was curled up on the ground like a shrimp, his face was pale, his pupils were constricted, he was sweating like rain, trembling with stress, and he recovered from danger almost several times faster than Wen Jianyan - after all, he It will take longer to fall into the state of "death", and the number of times that he has been away from the gate of hell is also several times more than Wen Jianyan's.

For a long time, his eyes gradually regained consciousness, and his expression was dazed and fearful.

"What, what's going on?"

An Xin's eyes reflected the gleam of the burning oil lamp, and his voice was extremely hoarse, like swallowing hot sand, and he couldn't hear his original voice:

"Just now, it wasn't..."

"Yes, the light is off," Wen Jianyan said, "but I turned it on at the fastest speed. Don't worry, it's fine for now."

He comforted him warmly, patted the other's back with his hands, and passed the matter away, not saying a word about the few minutes that disappeared inexplicably.

An Xin's breathing was messy and rapid, and he didn't seem to have recovered from the fear of death and darkness: "I thought, I thought, I was really going to die..."

"Me too."

Wen Jianyan replied.

His answers were unadulterated, and even now, he still shudders at the thought of those few seconds in the dark.

"But we have to move faster," Wen Jianyan said. "Although the remaining lamp oil can still hold up, it's better to join up with the large army. The number of oil lamps in their hands can ensure that we will not return to the darkness again. inside."

"You, you are right," An Xin gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground with a pale face, "We really have to leave quickly."

The time in the darkness was incalculable, he felt as if he had been there for a whole century, the horror spread endlessly, the cold, dying feeling, he really did not want to experience it again, even with his legs. Still soft, An Xin still forced himself to stand up, stumbled and followed behind Wen Jianyan, and walked with him towards the warehouse.

Wen Jianyan walked forward quickly, a little light reflected in her slightly narrowed eyes, and her expression became extraordinarily serious.

... on the fifth floor.