Welcome to the Nightmare Live

two hundred and thirty fifth

Inside the shop.

"You, stay away from me."

After saying these words with difficulty and word by word, Wu Ya slowly lowered his head and lost his voice as if he had lost his strength.

"Hey, Wu Ya, Wu Ya!" The teammates on the side noticed something was wrong and shouted his name nervously.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

Wu Ya did not answer.

His two arms were open to both sides, each holding a small pale and blue hand full of corpse spots.

The shop was dead silent.

Wu Ya's head was lowered, and most of her face was deeply hidden in the shadows. Her body stood stiffly upright, motionless, as if she had fallen asleep standing up.

"Chichi!"

Among the oil lamps that were welded to death on the counter, the wick that had always been burning calmly suddenly jumped twice, and then began to burn violently!

Inside the dimly lit shop, the temperature around him seemed to be dropping rapidly, and the cold and gloomy air invaded his skin, making his whole body feel cold.

Wu Ya lowered his head and took a slow step forward.

"Get ready, hurry back!"

While the team members quickly distanced themselves from Wu Ya, they stared at him vigilantly, their nerves tense, and they were always ready to respond.

Another small step.

Wu Ya maintained a stiff posture with his hands open to both sides, and moved forward in small steps, as if being dragged by some terrifying existence, and walked forward blankly.

Every time he took a step forward, the light of the oil lamp became weaker. Even though the burning speed and intensity of the wick had doubled, the entire shop was gradually dimmed.

shit.

The team members' expressions were solemn, and they subconsciously retreated step by step.

The area in the shop is limited, and it is impossible for them to completely stay away from the cursed Wu Ya. Now, as the lights gradually dim, the scope of activities will inevitably be reduced. In the end, they will definitely be forced to get close to the oil lamp. Lighted counter area.

... a dead end.

"Da da……"

With his head lowered, Wu Ya, who was motionless, was pulled forward with both hands, stiff and stiff, walking forward, although slow, but could not be stopped.

*

At the same time, in the room on the north side of the courtyard.

As the coffin cover fell to the ground, a stiff corpse sat up straight from the scarlet coffin, and Wu Ya's face was clearly drawn on the white cloth covering its face.

Tangerine Tang looked at the sitting corpse, then lowered his head, staring at the shabby rag doll in his hand, blinked, showing a stunned expression:

"Isn't there necessarily only one hidden item...?"

Without much hesitation, she purchased and activated the second Hand of Guidance again.

In the next second, a new red arrow appeared in mid-air, hopping and hopping, pointing straight in the direction of the coffin.

Tangerine Tang looked in the direction of the arrow, his eyes narrowed.

really!

In that coffin, there is a second hidden prop!

Tangerine Tang sighed: "There's no other way, it seems that I can only touch the dead man again."

She moved her neck and seemed ready to strike again.

Even though the coffin and the corpse inside looked so weird and terrifying, the expression on the little girl's face in front of her still didn't change much, as if nothing could scare her.

"You guys are waiting for me here."

"and many more!"

Wen Jianyan spoke hurriedly and stopped her.

Tangerine Tang paused for a while, then turned to look over: "Huh?"

"Have you noticed these palm prints around?" Wen Jianyan said, "they didn't attack us actively, they just wandered within the range of the oil lantern cover."

The two looked in the direction Wen Jianyan pointed.

"Clap clap clap clap-"

The dense blue-black palms lingered around the light.

Those frightening marks emerged from the ground, walls, and ceiling, as if there were countless invisible horrors hovering near the oil lamp, eager to move in the surrounding darkness.

In contrast, however, oil lamps can illuminate a smaller area.

Even though the wick made a "chichi" sound, beating violently, and exuding a strong smell of burning corpse oil, the only place that could really illuminate was where the three of them stood now.

"I guess, these palm prints should not be able to enter the light." Wen Jianyan said, "so, if you leave the vicinity of the oil lamp, you will definitely be attacked by those palms."

They were not too far away from the coffin now. With the dim light from the oil lamp, they could see the outline of the scarlet coffin in the darkness. Therefore, even if Tangerine Candy went in that direction, it would not be judged as entering the darkness.

But that doesn't mean it won't die.

If the world inside the painting on the third floor was similar to the world inside the mirror on the second floor, then these seemingly harmless palm prints would be as terrifying as those rotting human heads.

[Prosperity Building] In this dungeon, there is a curse of death, and the degree of horror in this curse is almost unstoppable by any props.

While on the second floor, they experienced this firsthand.

Therefore, in this layer, Wen Jianyan is not ready to take any risks to prove the horror level that this curse can achieve.

"Don't go alone, the three of us go with the lights,"

He narrowed his eyes and cautiously looked at the palm prints lingering outside the light, showing a rare solemn expression, his originally gentle voice carried an unquestionable confidence, "Don't leave the scope of the oil lantern cover at all."

Tangerine Candy raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Jianyan in surprise, but nodded and agreed with his proposal:

"Okay, listen to you."

Listen to people's advice and eat well.

There are not many simple characters who can survive in this intermediate and advanced dungeon. Although Orange Candy does not know the specific reason, nor does Wen Jianyan know how many clues she has not grasped, but she knows that she can It must not be easy for a person to show such a cautious look.

Although orange candy is usually very capricious, at these critical times, it also knows the importance.

Holding the oil lamp that was beating violently, the three of them walked quickly towards the coffin.

"Clap clap clap clap-"

The sound of the hovering palms became more and more rapid, the light was compressed, and the visibility became lower.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wen Jianyan always felt that not far away, the head of the corpse sitting in the coffin seemed to be slowly moving with their pace, as if it was "watching" their actions.

getting closer.

Wen Jianyan heard the sound of her heartbeat gradually increasing, thumping against her chest, and cold sweat oozing from her palms.

The dim light of the oil lamp flickered slightly. landed on the canvas covering the face of the corpse.

It is indeed Wu Ya's face, but the expression on that face does not belong to human beings.

The corners of his mouth were upturned, revealing a weird smile, the arc Wen Jianyan was particularly familiar, almost exactly the same as the red-clothed female corpse on the second floor.

Looking at that smile that did not contain any emotion, but was purely terrifying, Wen Jianyan's back froze, and the hairs stood on end in an instant!

"Chuck, cluck."

The stiff corpse that had been sitting still in the coffin suddenly moved slowly.

In the sound of rattling bones, it actually stood up little by little, stepped out of the coffin, and greeted them step by step in their direction!

The red sign of the Guiding Hand danced over its head, pointing straight down, moving as the corpse moved.

Obviously, the key props of the source of the curse are carried on the body of the corpse.

To get it, you must come into close contact with the corpse.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling numb, but he still forced himself to fix his eyes on the corpse in front of him and the coffin not far away, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped and fell on the side of the coffin.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

Just now, he was standing in the distance and could only see the end of the coffin. As he got closer, the angle changed and he could see the side of the coffin clearly for the first time.

On the side of the scarlet-colored wooden coffin, a blue-black handprint was printed upright.

In fact, after the orange candy left the vicinity of the coffin, the handprints that were densely climbing up the coffin gradually disappeared. Now, the surface of the coffin has returned to its original smoothness and smoothness, as flawless as sticky blood. Because of this, the blue-black handprint on the side of the coffin board became more and more dazzling.

"It's almost there," Tangtang said suddenly, drawing Wen Jianyan's attention back.

She visually measured the distance between the corpse and the three of them, and said in a low voice, "Keep going at this speed, count down five seconds, and I will do it."

Five, four.

There were only a few steps left between the corpses and them.

three.

Tangerine Candy arched her back slightly, her eyes staring at the corpse not far away, her eyes twinkling.

two.

The corpse stepped forward stiffly, the white cloth hanging on its face swayed slightly as it walked, and the next second it would walk into the area covered by the oil lantern.

one!

Tangerine Candy slammed on the ground, and rushed straight forward neatly. The petite figure was agile and fast, bringing a gust of wind.

The palm prints around were clattering, almost maniacally reverberating around them, as if they were about to stop them, but they were afraid of the surrounding oil lamps and could only swirl crazily outside.

I don't know what method Tangerine Candy used, but the corpse didn't attack her, but stood upright, motionless, and let her rummage on her body.

Can!

This time it might really be a success!

Wen Jianyan held her breath subconsciously, staring at the scene in front of her, her back covered with cold sweat unknowingly.

"No, Captain!" Acropolis on the side seemed to have suddenly noticed something and shouted anxiously, "Come back!"

At the moment when his voice fell, Tangerine Tang suffocated. She raised her head and glanced at the corpse in front of her, as if she saw some extremely terrifying picture, her pupils shrank suddenly.

On the oil painting canvas covered with the face of the corpse, the face that originally belonged to Wu Ya is slowly being altered, and the facial features are distorted and changed, gradually becoming more and more like...

Herself.

Tangerine Candy sucked in a breath of cold air and stepped back without hesitation: "Withdraw!!!"

The three of them turned around and ran without hesitation, distanced themselves from the stiffly advancing corpse, and stopped a few meters away.

Tangerine Candy's forehead oozes fine sweat, staring at the corpse not far away.

As the distance got farther, the face on the canvas stopped changing, and the weird smiling face, like the facial features of an adult man and a little girl were spliced ​​and fused with AI, under the flickering light Appears more terrifying.

"Acropolis, what did you feel just now?" Orange Candy asked.

Acropolis was also pale: "I feel that your face was taken away, and then you fell down and died."

Wen Jianyan glanced at the Acropolis.

This should be the existence of the spirit medium in this team, but although the essence is similar, his talent is different from that of the nursery rhyme.

Combining with the previous performance of Acropolis in the store and entering the world inside the painting, it can be seen that whether it is in the discovery of supernatural objects or the induction of terror, there is not much difference between Acropolis and ordinary anchors, but, in Just now, when Tangerine Candy was about to face death threats, Acropolis was able to find out and stop it.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan guessed that Acropolis's talent is most likely to "perceive death", but this talent is not something that can be activated actively, but will be sensed at the moment of death.

but……

Wen Jianyan thought of what Acropolis just said.

Has the face been taken away?

"Then," Wen Jianyan blinked and said, "the source of the curse is probably the oil canvas covering the corpse's face."

"It's very possible," Tangerine Candy nodded in approval. "I've searched it all over, and there's no hidden props. The only thing I haven't touched is its face."

"Captain, wait for me to go up." Acropolis said, "If the process of seizing the face can be inherited, it will be very dangerous for you to wait for the next captain. If I go up, I should be able to try to save some time."

This inference is well-founded, but Tangerine frowns.

Acropolis: "Captain, don't worry, I will hold on for two or three seconds, and I still have the strength to remove the canvas from its face."

After struggling for a few seconds, Tangerine Candy scratched her hair and said frustratedly:

"All right."

After discussing the next battle plan, Orange Candy turned his head, but saw that Wen Jianyan seemed to be in a daze.

The girl faced the two of them sideways and looked fixedly in the direction of the coffin. She didn't know what she was thinking. The white side face was illuminated by the light of the jumping oil lamp, which seemed a bit distant and unpredictable.

Tangerine Candy: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses: "No, it's nothing."

"Don't be in a daze," Orange Candy turned her head, once again looked at the corpse walking stiffly not far away, and took a deep breath, "Get ready, we're going."

"Chuck, cluck."

Accompanied by the strange sound of bones rubbing, the corpse whose face was covered with canvas took stiff steps and walked towards them step by step.

The figure looked particularly oppressive in the dim light.

In the air, the stench of rotting corpses became more intense, making people almost nauseous.

"Walk!"

Orange Candy gave an order, and the three of them stepped forward again, rushing straight towards the direction of the corpse.

This time, the Acropolis rushed to the forefront, reaching out to grab the oil painting covering the corpse's face!

On the hanging palm, a layer of golden shimmer faintly appeared. It was obvious that the Acropolis had activated some props to ensure that during the close contact during this period of time, he would not suddenly die suddenly.

It only takes five seconds, no, three seconds at most, and the whole thing is done.

The goal is clear, the action is simple, and the cooperation is tacit. As long as there is no accident, the oil canvas covering the face of the corpse can be obtained by the Acropolis!

Get the source of the curse and it will end!

However, before Acropolis' fingertips were about to touch the canvas on the corpse's face, they were stuck just a few millimeters away.

"...!"

Acropolis' pupils shrank suddenly, and he gasped sharply.

Above his floating wrist, a blue-black palm print appeared without warning, as if something was firmly grasping his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, the second palm emerged, one left and one right, pinching the arm of the Acropolis tightly, and then——

Just listening to the sound of "click", the hanging forearm of the Acropolis twisted in a strange shape, as if it had been forcibly broken.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Acropolis screamed.

not good!

Tang Tangtang stopped breathing and subconsciously prepared to step forward, but Acropolis made a sharp scream:

"Captain, you can't come here!"

Under the influence of his talent, he could feel that the Tangerine Candy, whose face had been taken away, would surely die if he tried to snatch the cloth again.

"!"

Tangerine Candy stopped abruptly.

In an instant, icy corpse spots appeared on the skin of the Acropolis, and the color and temperature that belonged to human beings were fading from his fingertips.

"If that's the case, then I'll come."

The girl's voice rang in her ears.

Tangtang Tang was startled, showing a look of astonishment, and turned his head to look subconsciously.

"No, to be precise, I also need you."

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, looked at Tang Tang, and spoke very fast:

"Trust me once."

"Hand in hand with the corpse, hurry up!"

The corpse in front of him was stiff and cold, exuding a strong corpse stench, and an ominous canvas covered his face, which looked extremely terrifying.

This makes Wen Jianyan's proposal at the moment even more crazy, which is tantamount to suicide!

Under the weak light, those amber eyes lost all their gentle disguise and became bright, sharp, and firm.

"..."

Tangerine Candy gritted her teeth: "You better do this with confidence! Otherwise I'll make you regret it!"

"Of course."

Obviously in such a tense and crisis situation, Wen Jianyan suddenly raised her eyebrows and showed a shallow smile:

"Otherwise, how dare I."

"Follow my orders, 3, 2, 1!"

At the moment when the word "one" fell, Wen Jianyan and Tangzi Tang stepped forward at the same time, grabbing the two hands of the corpse from left to right.

For a moment, the air seemed to stop flowing.

An extremely cold feeling spread from the position where he was holding hands with the corpse, and spread up his arms, almost giving the illusion of falling into an ice cellar.

After being held by the two of them, the next second, the corpse, which had been walking forward all the time, suddenly stopped walking, like a log, and stood upright in the same place.

Meanwhile, in the shop.

The lights have been suppressed to the limit, and the team members are forced to near the counter, with a narrow space behind them, and they have almost no way to retreat.

Pulled by two shadows on the left and the right, Wu Ya was still moving forward slowly.

Suddenly, without warning, his footsteps stopped.

Wu Ya lowered his head, and the whole person stood there, motionless, maintaining this rigid posture, but for some reason, he stopped moving forward.

The teammates stared at Wu Ya not far away, and the two terrifying shadows beside him.

what happened?

Why did it stop suddenly?

Under the light of the weak light, on his palm, he was firmly pulling two small blue-black hands, which were connected to two gradually clear black shadows.

The three stood there, watching from a distance...

It's almost exactly the same as the one in the painting.

*

The moment the corpse stopped, Wen Jianyan knew that he had made the right bet.

First of all, in the copy of [Prosperity Building], "pose" is meaningful.

Performing the same combing action as the female corpse in red, through the medium, you can enter the mirror surface, and the same action as the figure in the painting can also enter the painting through the medium.

The red-clothed female corpse turned her back to the mirror, otherwise she would fall into silence under the influence of her own line of sight.

Then, why did the three figures maintain the gesture of holding hands with each other?

The layout of the courtyard house gave Wen Jianyan inspiration.

Square, with dead wood.

"Sleepy".

Based on the experience of the past several layers, Wen Jianyan has basically come to the conclusion that no matter mirrors or paintings, the purpose of these things is the same.

Sealed, or rather, imprisoned.

"Sleepy".

It is not to trap people who have entered this place by mistake, but on the contrary, it is to imprison something terrifying in this world.

The second inspiration for Wen Jianyan was the handprint on the side of the coffin.

One left and one right are the size of a child's palm.

That is to say, when the corpse was lying in the coffin, it was also holding hands with the other two shadows.

Just like in the painting.

The three figures held hands and remained motionless, maintaining a dead silence.

Until this balance is broken by the appearance of "customers".

So, after the balance was broken, the two held shadows began to enter the real world, and the corpse that lost the shadow holding its hand began to act.

Wen Jianyan has no doubt that if he just raised his hand to grab the canvas on the corpse's face, he would end up the same as the Acropolis.

This is inevitable.

As long as you approach the source of the curse, you will encounter strong resistance.

This resistance is not aimed at any single person, but is of a scope. If Wen Jianyan started directly at that time, he would only send himself in.

There is only one way to make the gradually awakened corpse return to dead silence.

That is, to recreate the balance.

This is exactly what Wen Jianyan and Tangerine Candy are doing now.

Acropolis lowered his head and was shocked to find that the blue-black handprint on his arm was slowly fading, and the color of his skin was returning to normal.

"Come on, what are you still doing?"

Wen Jianyan's complexion was very bad, and the white one seemed to have lost its blood. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Take the canvas!"

After all, people are not corpses, so they cannot bear this curse all the time.

Holding hands like this, making the corpse stop moving is temporary, and they will also be eroded by the curse, which will cost a lot, but in just a few seconds, Wen Jianyan has the illusion that half of his body is frozen, as if half a corpse is frozen. My feet are all in the coffin, and when I went upstairs with him, I almost got killed by the radio.

Acropolis suddenly reacted.

The force blocking his movements had disappeared, he endured the pain, raised his hand sharply, and grabbed the canvas on the corpse's face!

The moment he touched the canvas, a familiar system prompt sounded suddenly in Acropolis' ears.

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

【Collection degree 1/? 】

After the canvas was ripped off, everything fell into a dead silence.

The oil lamp finally stopped beating violently, and resumed its original burning rate, emitting a faint yellow light, illuminating the empty north room.

The sound of the clattering paw prints around it disappeared, and the corpse fell down like a puppet that had lost its string.

"..."

In the darkness, the three people's terrified gasps echoed.

"...successful."

Acropolis said in a daze, he did not expect that such a crazy plan would actually succeed.

He turned his head to look at Wen Jianyan, his eyes filled with surprise: "Are you really a prophet?"

"Of course." Wen Jianyan replied.

Under the weak light, the girl's figure was slender and fragile, her face was pale, and her forehead was sweaty. She raised her shining eyes and suddenly smiled:

"Otherwise, how dare I let you do this?"

certainly.

He lied.

His face did not change.