Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 286

Wen Jianyan sat up from the bed with a gloomy face.

The furnishings and layout of the room in front of me are the same as before. The only difference is that the shadows in those gaps have completely disappeared, filled with orange, safe lights, and everything has returned to normal, only Apart from……

He raised his hand and touched his throat.

"……hiss."

A sharp stabbing pain struck, and Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

His brow furrowed fiercely.

really.

Although what just happened is very similar to a dream, everything that happened in that space can be truly confirmed on the body, which is neither reality nor completely equivalent to a dream.

And Wu Zhu, that dog thing... The next mouth is really merciless.

He lowered his head and examined the inside of his calf.

Since the bite was not heavy, the light red tooth mark had almost disappeared, but...

The touch of the other party's lips still seemed to remain on that piece of skin, the teeth gnawed lightly and did not hurt, but it was strange. The cold and wet tongue tip licked provocatively, leaving an itch that could not be forgotten or ignored.

"..."

Wen Jianyan had a gloomy face, raised her hand and rubbed her calf forcefully, and then climbed off the bed.

He habitually used one foot to reach a slipper beside the bed, but the other one stepped in the air.

Wen Jianyan just bent down and was about to look under the bed, but suddenly stopped.

He remembered.

My other slipper was thrown into the dream space just now.

Wen Jianyan stood up straight and sat on the edge of the bed with a blank face, sulking.

He liked those slippers very much.

Or he specially found someone to order it.

As a result, he not only lost one, but also lost it in a place he never wanted to go back to again in the near future.

"..."

Wen Jianyan felt angry no matter what she thought, and punched her soft pillow.

...however things are not going well!

He stepped on the slippers with one foot and walked into the bathroom.

The specially customized extra-large luxury mirror reflected the young man's yin dripping face, as well as a deep blood-colored tooth mark on his Adam's apple.

The wound didn't bleed anymore, but on top of his fair skin, it seemed extremely dazzling and too ambiguous.

To make matters worse, in order not to draw insignificant attention, this wound cannot cost points and be directly handled by the system.

The existence of the Ouroboros can passivate the monitoring of Nightmare, otherwise the [Safe Sanatorium] dungeon will not be so easily contaminated by the witch candle fragments in other dungeons. Wen Jianyan has already made it clear, plus this time The meeting happened in the form of a "dream", just like the previous few times, it could bypass the Nightmare's surveillance and detection - so Wen Jianyan was sure that this action of his own would not enter the Nightmare's radar range.

However, if he uses points to repair his body, the results are not necessarily so optimistic.

Sleeping in an empty room and waking up with a tooth mark on my neck inexplicably, this kind of thing sounds tricky.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and finally suppressed the anger in her heart.

He took off his wrinkled T-shirt with blood on his neckline, and threw it in the trash can, then opened the cabinet, found the emergency treatment box, and treated his neck in the mirror. 's wound.

...hopefully I don't need a rabies vaccine or something.

Although Wen Jianyan was swearing, the movements on her hands were skillful and fast.

With three strokes and five divisions, the wound on the neck was treated.

After finishing, he rinsed off the blood remaining on his fingers and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The snow-white gauze wrapped the small piece of skin tightly, and the shape of the wound could no longer be seen from the outside, and it was finally not so strange.

Wen Jianyan touched the outer edge of the gauze, and a deep thought flashed in his eyes.

In any case, this time it was rewarding.

Although the speed of Wu Zhu's promise was a bit too fast and too easy, but no matter what, this temporary cooperation can be regarded as achieved, and he also took this opportunity to find out the real use of ouroboros - even if If the other party wants to do some small actions later, he also knows how to counteract it.

But the problem is...

Wu Zhu said too little about the time it takes to maintain a sober mind.

For three minutes at a time, how long does it take to recover?

He didn't say it, and Wen Jianyan couldn't guess.

Then, here comes the problem.

Although the two have temporarily reached a "cooperation", how can Wen Jianyan guarantee that the Wu Zhu released in the copy is the one who could have a normal conversation with him before, instead of just pounced on him and directly bit him up and down What about the one?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan's brows twitched, and her fingers involuntarily pressed on the wound.

Light blood oozes out.

... You don't really have to find a bite stopper, do you?

*

The negotiation with Wu Zhu came to an end, and Wen Jianyan returned to the guild the next day.

As soon as he entered, he was immediately surrounded by his own guild members.

Chen Mo has obvious dark circles under his eyes, and his calm and indifferent voice sounds a little bit gnashing: "President, when will you wait for the backlog of things to deal with?"

Yun Bilan: "Wen Ya and the others came back from the dungeon and just went to rest. Do you want to meet them?"

Su Cheng: "I heard Qi Qian and the others say that you are going to download a copy soon, is it true? Didn't you just come back not long ago?"

Huang Mao's gaze moved to his neck: "Ah? Are you injured? Why don't you use system points for treatment?"

Wen Jianyan was forced to take a step back:

"Cough...Press it for a while, wait, wait for my next copy to come back and deal with it."

"Let Wenya and the others have a good rest, it's not too late to see you when I come back."

He turned to look at Su Cheng: "Yes, it's true, I'm here to tell you about this, and I'll start the next dungeon tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

Everyone took a deep breath and was taken aback.

"So fast?"

You know, Wen Jianyan has just returned from a difficult team book, and has risen to the top ten in one breath. He has a lot of privileges. According to common sense, he can rest for three or four months before writing the book. , Unexpectedly, just three or four days later, he will enter the dungeon again.

Yellow Hair: "..."

Wait a minute, why am I the only one who wasn't answered?

He stood aside, mired in deep self-doubt.

Wen Jianyan shrugged and said vaguely, "Well... the reason is very complicated, but I'm afraid I have to download this dungeon."

Su Cheng looked at Wen Jianyan thoughtfully.

He knew that Wen Jianyan was by no means a model worker. Since he said so this time, there might be some unavoidable reason... This might have a lot to do with the nightmare.

Thinking of this, he stopped asking further, just sighed: "Well then."

Wen Jianyan: "Anyway, I came to the guild this time to select team members for the next dungeon."

Su Cheng habitually took a step forward: "Then I..."

"You can't do it this time."

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan refused Su Cheng's application without thinking.

Su Cheng: "Why!"

"You just came back from the last instance, so the state hasn't recovered yet, right?"

Wen Jianyan said, "I have no choice but to do so, so you don't have to."

Su Cheng frowned: "But..."

"Okay," Wen Jianyan said indifferently, "I've made my decision."

Seeing that Wen Jianyan was uncompromising, Su Cheng had no choice but to shut his mouth unwillingly and fell silent again.

Wen Jianyan's gaze stopped for a moment on Su Cheng's body.

He didn't let Su Cheng join the team, not only because the opponent had just finished a dungeon and didn't rest enough, but also because there were other hidden worries.

The talents conferred by those novice gift packs are essentially soul traits, or in other words, the embodiment of soul potential.

but……

Why does the wooden sign of prophecy that Mu Sen uses, made of human souls, crack or even disintegrate?

Why is Tangerine Candy so cautious about its use of talent, and consumed so strongly?

Is the shrinking height that Wen Jianyan noticed before, just his fantasy?

No, it is not.

Wen Jianyan always believes in his ability to observe, which is the capital he relies on for a living.

After putting together a series of clues, he finally came to a terrifying conclusion that made his heart tremble.

What the host used in the dungeon before, those seemingly very powerful abilities that seemed to be endowed by gods, were actually the power of their own souls.

And this use often comes at a price.

The more powerful the ability, the greater the resulting cost, the more times it is used, the greater the intensity of consumption.

In essence, all the anchors are consuming their own lives to pass the test.

Every use of talent is tantamount to chronic suicide.

Having to commit suicide in order to escape immediate death is simply drinking poison to quench thirst, how ridiculous.

That is to say, even if there is a real host who works diligently to download the dungeon, and finally completes the terrifying target, finally buys the soul cancellation ticket, and leaves the Nightmare live broadcast room...

I'm afraid it won't last long.

In this system, each anchor is a consumable.

However, before being harvested, most of the anchors will die in the copy.

The most direct evidence for Wen Jianyan to confirm his conjecture is the "secret council".

The anchors who appeared in the top ten all appeared to be more or less "different".

Whether it is a mason with a strange wax smell on his body and an unrecognizable face, white hair and white skin, lack of pigment, but the eyes are strangely dark, the orange candy who always maintains the appearance of a child, his face is clearly straight, but his facial features are combined. A gentleman who looks extraordinarily incongruous...

In terms of character, they also have their own extremes.

Of course, perhaps it is precisely because of this "extreme" that is different from ordinary people that they can survive so many copies.

but……

There is another possibility.

That is, they have lived too many copies, so they will become more and more "strange".

It was as if he had been corrupted by his own talent.

Nightmare is like a huge juicer. It knocks the anchors in it, sucks the marrow, chews them out, and drains the last bit of use value, and then spit out the rest, dry scum, and ruthlessly discards it into the system. outside.