Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 263

A winding, muddy path stretched far into the distance, and on the path, a group of people were rushing forward.

In the silence, the sound of hurried and messy footsteps echoed.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, you can vaguely see a courtyard house. The red and white lanterns hanging in front of the door emit a faint light, which is extraordinarily terrifying.

Wen Jianyan ran forward at the fastest speed, and took time to glance behind her.

Not far behind, a scarlet female corpse stood upright, walking slowly and stiffly, approaching them step by step.

The bright red was extremely dazzling in the darkness, and it was extremely eerie and terrifying. Just staring at it from a distance made people numb.

Although the female corpse's facial features could not be clearly seen due to the distance, but, unlike in his memory, this time, Wen Jianyan could clearly see that the corpse's face was no longer covered with the thick ink-like darkness...

That is to say, on the third floor, the corpse of the woman in red actually bought her own "face".

If his previous judgment is correct, then this red-clothed female corpse is probably more complete and more terrifying than the one on the second floor.

"..."

After realizing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Wen Jianyan's back.

He didn't dare to look any further, and hurriedly looked away.

Tangerine Candy followed behind Wen Jianyan, and asked in a raised voice while running:

"What exactly is that?"

Although she had never seen the corpse of the woman in red, after Wen Jianyan's explanation on the "fifth floor" just now, coupled with the extreme nervousness that the other party had just shown, Orange Candy was still able to clearly realize that this Compared with the corpses of the red-clothed female corpse, I am afraid there is a qualitative difference between them.

"It looks like it's probably a corpse we encountered on the second floor before..."

Qi Qian replied while running.

"It was sealed in a mirror at the time, it was released because of an accident, and then disappeared," he gritted his teeth and looked solemn, "I didn't expect it to appear again at this time..."

Qi Qian's face was a little pale.

After all, he was the only person who had actually been close to the female corpse, and he almost paid the price of his life because of this. Such psychological shadows would definitely not dissipate so easily.

He reminded: "Be careful, as long as you look at the female corpse, you will die!"

Everyone ran wild, but, I don't know if it was an illusion, the path under their feet seemed to become more muddy and soft, and every time they stepped on it, there would be a muddy sound.

In the cold air, there is a strong smell of blood.

In the brown-black soil, blood seeped out and gradually condensed into a pool of blood.

Someone looked down subconsciously—

"Pfft!"

The man fell to the ground suddenly.

"Hey!" Zhang Yu on the side was startled, and hurriedly reached out to grab him, but the temperature of the tentacles was cold and stiff, like holding a dead body.

"!"

He took a deep breath and let go of his hand subconsciously.

The man fell back stiffly.

Zhang Yu's face was ashen: "...he died."

Seeing the death of his teammates, Tangerine Candy's face became extremely bad:

"what on earth is it?"

Although in nightmares, the death of teammates is commonplace, but it is not common for a senior anchor to die without direct contact like this, even for such advanced dungeons.

Acropolis, which was located a little back, was stunned, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

His pupils shrank, and he said in shock:

"Wait a minute, when we were on the third floor, the curse in the last painting seemed to be a woman in red..."

In the gradually expanding pool of blood, the woman's bright red embroidered shoes and skirts of the same color were reflected.

Acropolis still clearly remembers that when Wu Ya was almost attacked, his talent was passively activated, and at that moment, he had a terrifying premonition—cold and fearful.

Wen Jianyan on the side looked ugly and said:

"It's killing ways increased."

Not only looking at each other, but also the curse of death upon touching the reflection on the third floor was inherited by this red-clothed female corpse.

"Don't lower your head!" Acropolis said with a pale face and gritted his teeth, "Be careful of shadows and avoid all the blood!"

"This ghost is definitely not an ordinary monster, and it may even be the core part of the entire copy."

Wen Jianyan said slowly.

The conclusion he came to was by no means unreasonable.

In [Prosperity Building], the color of certain items is meaningful.

The off-white lamp oil can protect the anchor from being discovered by the 'customers', while the red lamp oil can attract the 'customers' to appear, and even induce them to attack. Whether it is red and white lamp oil, the gray and white coins symbolize the danger of coming and the difficulty is lower, while the red coins mean that the difficulty will be doubled.

And those red furniture that connect different worlds and so on.

Everything, is telling them the same information -

Red symbolizes danger.

In the entire dungeon, there was only this red-clothed female corpse. From head to toe, it was all bright red like blood.

It is also the only body sealed with a mirror. Although it is located on the second floor, the difficulty of opening the mirror is almost the same as that of the highest four floors.

More importantly, in the shop on the third floor where the red-clothed female corpse visited, in the special painting it entered, there was a path that was very similar to what they were walking on now, and that path could actually lead directly to the most dungeon. The fifth layer of the core!

Although that road can only be entered but not exited, so Wu Zhu had to appear, asking Wen Jianyan to find a second way to enter the fifth floor, but from this, it can be seen that the third painting How special it is.

"Then, what should we do now?" An Xin asked.

Nursery Rhyme: "I'm afraid I can only run."

She obviously hasn't fully recovered from the consumption just now, and her face is still a little pale.

She stared at the courtyard with lights on at the end of the road not far away, and whispered: "Run in before being chased by the corpse, maybe there will be a chance of life."

"Hey……"

Suddenly, Su Cheng, who was on the side, suddenly spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Don't you think? We have been running for so long, but the distance from the courtyard has not shortened. ."

Hearing this, everyone was startled.

It seems so...

Although they have been running wild for nearly three minutes, the courtyard has not been enlarged even a cent, and it still stands quietly at the end of the path, like a mirage that cannot be approached.

Wen Jianyan glanced back quickly.

The female corpse was still following behind them.

Step by step.

Its pace is so slow and rigid, and the distance it takes is very limited. According to common sense, it is almost impossible for it to keep up with a group of humans who are running with all their strength.

However, the strange thing is that the figure of this red-clothed female corpse is clearer than before.

It is clear that the distance between them is gradually shortening.

Wen Jianyan could already clearly see the two pale and blue hands hanging down from the other side, and the equally dazzling scarlet Kodan on the fingers.

"It's about to catch up to us."

Wen Jianyan looked back and said in a low voice.

As he said, he felt a layer of cold sweat on his back again, "Looks like... As long as it's there, we'll never get to the fifth floor."

On this path, the rules of the human world no longer work.

There are corpses in the back, and at the same time, more and more blood seeps out from the wet soil, and gradually gathers into small pools of blood, each of which can be vaguely seen. The shadow of the corpse of a woman in red.

Cold, terrifying, and terrifying.

To make matters worse, their only safe haven is of no use, as long as this red-clothed female corpse exists, it is impossible for them to enter the fifth floor.

How terrible.

How desperate!

It was like the rope that was wrapped around the necks of everyone, slowly and silently tightening, and there was no possibility of surviving.

"……Oh shit."

Wen Jianyan cursed, took a deep breath, ruthless, and stopped abruptly, "Don't run, it's useless."

The others also stopped.

Tang Zi Tang's breath was a little unsteady, she turned to look at Wu Ya, and commanded succinctly, "Activate your talent."

Wu Ya nodded, and in the next second, a layer of rubber-like film appeared, covering everyone's feet.

In this way, a small piece of safe island that cannot be invaded by blood appeared.

However, this does not mean the danger has disappeared.

Just so that everyone will not die because the shadow is touched by the female corpse in the blood.

And...it's temporary.

Wu Ya's face turned pale, and he worked hard to support his talent. However, some surrounding areas have already begun to be corroded by blood, and he may not be able to last long.

On the curved path in the dark, a group of people stood still in the middle of the road, panting for breath from the violent exercise just now. Behind them, a female corpse in red was slowly approaching.

"Da da da."

The sound of footsteps echoed in the back of everyone's mind, becoming clearer and closer.

Everyone froze in place, not daring to look back.

Just now, Qi Qian's warning was still echoing in his ears - "Just stare at each other and die."

Physiological fear urged them to turn their heads to look at the distance between them and the corpse, but their reason was screaming "don't look back" frantically. Under the influence of the two impulses, everyone's face was stiff and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

"What, what should I do?"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath: "don't panic, I have a backup method."

He looked at Tangerine Candy and stretched out his hand: "Is the blue-black spell still with you?"

"Of course," Orange Candy narrowed her eyes and looked at Wen Jianyan, as if she suddenly realized something, "Could it be that you..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath: "Yes."

He previously prevented Orange Candy from using the blue-black spell, not only because of the simple reason that "the spell may be seen through", nor is there any useless kindness at work... These are just his excuses.

[Prosperity Building] The rules of this book are too thorough. Almost none of the rules are useless. Let them go and never show up again.

Wen Jianyan had a hunch from beginning to end...

As long as he tries to enter the fifth floor of the Prosperity Building, there is a high probability that he will meet this female corpse again.

If the development of things really reaches that point, he must ensure that he has a certain backup means in his hands. Therefore, since leaving the third floor, Wen Jianyan's behavior has become very conservative, whether he chooses the west side Yes, a room with lower difficulty, or any other choice... He can save as much as he can, and avoid it as much as he can.

And now, as it turns out, his fears were right.

Tangtangtang didn't say much, and handed the spell to Wen Jianyan.

The blue-black spell lay in the palm of the hand, and the strange red lines on it were very dazzling, revealing an ominous atmosphere everywhere.

"Is it useful?" Qi Qian on the side looked worried, "How sure are you?"

"Eighty percent." Wen Jianyan said.

Of course, in reality only 50%.

But enough is enough.

"Have you forgotten? We're still on the fourth floor in theory," Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and squeezed the spell in her hand. "Since the second floor, this red-clothed female corpse has entered into a'" One of the customers', since we are still on the fourth floor, it should still be bound by the fourth floor rules."

Qi Qian was taken aback: "That is to say... it is still recognized as a 'customer' by the copy, and this charm is precisely aimed at customers, right?"

Wen Jianyan nodded: "That's right."

"However, how can you approach it?" Qi Qian asked.

That red-clothed female corpse can be said to be the most terrifying thing they have ever encountered in the entire dungeon, and there is hardly any way to crack it... Not even the gray-white lamp oil that will prevent other corpses from attacking it. Any impact is simply hopelessly terrible.

If Wen Jianyan wants to stick the spell on its body, he must get close to its body. Even if he can close his eyes and avoid triggering the "eye-to-eye" killing method, he will sooner or later be soaked in blood because of his own shadow. death by touching the corpse.

"I've thought about this too," Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and took something out of her pocket. "Maybe this prop of mine can come in handy."

Everyone looked at his hands and couldn't help but stunned slightly.

It was a bright red handkerchief with a big "囍" embroidered on it, obviously a red hijab.

Wen Jianyan's guess is well-founded.

First of all, if he guessed correctly, this Hipa should belong to the corpse of the woman in red... He also got it from the corpse in the third painting.

More importantly, after he was kidnapped into the paper sedan chair, he put on the red wedding dress that was exactly the same as that of the red-clothed female corpse, and the square handkerchief still covered his head.

At that time, the sedan chair was carried by the paper man, and it was walking down a path similar to this one, towards the "fifth floor".

Wen Jianyan clearly remembered that there were no lights inside and outside the sedan chair, but the happy handkerchief on his head at that time could block the erosion of the surrounding darkness and allow him to maintain a "living" state.

Then connect it with the clothes you were wearing at the time...

Connecting the clues scattered before, some vague guesses appeared in Wen Jianyan's mind.

First of all, the quadrangle that represents the fifth floor is actually the house of this red-clothed female corpse. Since leaving the mirror on the second floor, everything the corpse has done...the purpose is to come here.

Obviously, the fifth floor is also waiting for its return.

I'm afraid that's why, the witch candle will appear in the paper sedan chair to prevent Wen Jianyan from being carried in, because once he enters the fifth floor in that image, he will replace the female corpse in red and stay on the fifth floor forever. Floor--

Can only go in, can't go out.

And these two conclusions lead to the last guess -

This red hijab temporarily blinds the rules, giving him a status similar to an NPC.

So in the paper sedan chair, even if there is no light, he will not die.

Because he was judged to be a corpse.

Just waiting to be carried into the fifth floor, you can completely become part of this copy.

"Well, since you said so, let's try it out."

Qi Qian nodded and said.

After all, other than that, he has no other way to break the game.

"Wu Ya," Orange Candy said, "use your talent to send her out, the farther the better."

Wen Jianyan made it clear that the other party was fighting for a little more fault tolerance for himself.

He nodded without rejecting her kindness:

"Thank you."

He took a deep breath and covered the bloody Hipa over his head.

The next second, the footsteps of the red-clothed female corpse stopped.

It stood upright, like a wound cut through the darkness.

There was a dead silence all around.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward, following the path created by Wu Ya's talent, and walked forward slowly step by step.

Everyone held their breath and waited nervously.

Wu Ya's face quickly turned pale, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, physical strength and time passed quickly together.

Suddenly, his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry captain, this is my limit." Wu Ya said with a wry smile.

To keep everyone's feet from being stained with blood, and to send a road to the red-clothed woman's corpse, this is really too difficult, to be able to send the other party to this level is already the limit of his ability.

Under the red hijab, Wen Jianyan saw that the road under her feet came to an end.

One more step forward, and you will step into a pool of blood.

In the depths of the pool of blood, a pair of scarlet embroidered shoes were reflected, and further up, there was the stiff and terrifying torso of the red-clothed female corpse.

"..."

It seems that in the end, there is still a gamble.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and took a step forward.

The soft mud under his feet made a sticky sound, and his shadow immediately appeared in the pool of blood.

The red-clothed female corpse in the shadow did not move.

Wen Jianyan let out a long sigh of relief.

His guess was right.

The red hijab on his head does have a similar protective function... However, it is probably only effective on this winding path.

Walk two or three meters further, and he will approach the corpse of the red-clothed woman.

Although there was still a long way to go, Wen Jianyan could already feel the cold aura on the corpse that was different from other existences, which made his hair stand on end.

Wen Jianyan calmed down and looked down at the blue-black spell in his hand.

Then, he reached out to his pocket and took out the second wrinkled charm, which was also blue-black, but the red lines on it seemed to have been painted over and became dull.

He put the abandoned charm on the back of the black charm in his hand.

Without even needing any glue, the two were inseparably bonded together—just like the strand of hair that belonged to him that was glued to the back of the previous spell.

Black characters are directional.

Once attached to it some existence belonging to someone else, it can directionally lead "customers" driven by its rules to the owner of the item.

Obviously, this used spell can also be used as a beacon.

This red-clothed female corpse is too terrifying, no matter where she goes, it will inevitably bring endless disasters and deaths.

If it leads to an innocent team, he will always be unbearable.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly. Under the soft eyelashes, the already clear amber eyes seemed bottomless, and the edge of his lips raised a careless, seemingly small arc.

...Musen, are you right?