Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 295

The tip of the knife fluttered against the aorta, seemingly touching the skin on the neck, causing a shudder.

"..."

Zhong Shan rolled his eyes with difficulty and looked at the young man beside him.

The corners of the other party's lips rose, still looking harmless to humans and animals, the cold and sharp knife light reflected in his eyes, and there was a slight edge.

Cold all over.

At this moment, Yun Bilan and the others who lost their burdens finally arrived.

The dominant positions of the two sides were completely reversed.

Facing the entire team of the opponent, Zhong Shan, who was left alone, had no chance of winning.

More importantly, there are less than three minutes left until the next time the lights are turned on. Even if he is unwilling, the best result will be the death of the fish and the net. The [Xingwang Hotel] dungeon has only been started for a few hours, so it is really unnecessary. In such an early position, he fought his last hole card.

"I don't think I need to say anything more." Wen Jianyan said with a smile.

Zhong Shan grabbed his neck, swallowed with difficulty, and nodded slowly.

At the end of the bluestone road, the opposing team opened the way.

Wen Jianyan glanced at Chen Mo: "Take the painting."

In the pool of water on the side, a wet canvas lay quietly.

Although the anchor holding the painting was dragged down just now, the canvas in his hand did not sink with him, but was left in place, wet and crumpled on the bluestone road.

The last place they stayed was only one step away from the gate. As long as the speed was fast enough, basically nothing would go wrong.

Chen Mo nodded and stepped forward. While he was careful not to let his shadow fall into the water, he reached out to the canvas on the ground—

Suddenly, his peripheral vision swept across the depression beside him.

In the small pool of water splashed by the fine rain, three pale faces were vaguely reflected, with dark pupils, and the corners of the mouth pulled up high, showing a strange and stiff smile at people outside the water.

"...!"

Chen Mo's heart tightened, and he instinctively accelerated.

He grabbed the canvas in his hand, the canvas felt wet and heavy, and the strange touch made his heart skip a beat, Chen Mo didn't have time to think, and rushed towards the door!

"Let's go!"

After entering the gate, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. The gloomy, damp, eerie and desolate town disappeared, replaced by a dry and spacious hotel room shrouded in dark red lights.

The huge room echoed with the rapid breathing of everyone, as well as the subtle sound of the rain dripping to the ground.

Just returned to the Xingwang Hotel, and before I got a firm foothold, I only heard a "pop" from the door.

Outside the hotel door, the lights in the narrow aisle lighted up one by one, and the light filled the corridor, symbolizing the arrival of the next round of lighting time.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and threw a swipe behind her.

Don't know where to start, the "door" on the wall has disappeared automatically.

The oil painting frame was originally hung on the wall, but the picture has undergone slight changes.

Under the gloomy and gray sky, the bluestone road extends into the distance, the broken house at the end of the road is skewed, and everything is shrouded in fine raindrops.

Inside the dark window frame, the figure of the woman had disappeared.

However, in the foggy rain curtain in front of the door, three shadows could be vaguely seen.

They stood there, motionless, their faces pale and blurred, like three masks floating in the rain, looking fixedly in this direction.

...the three people who just died in the town.

After the lights came on, their figures were left in the painting forever.

"Hey, can you let me go?"

Zhong Shan stood stiffly on the spot and spoke slowly.

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan looked back and smiled slightly.

He raised his hand, skillfully grabbed a few strands of hair, and pulled it gently!

"Ouch!"

Zhong Shan felt a pain in his scalp, and suddenly cried out.

The next second, he felt that the icy tip of the knife against his neck moved away, and the young man behind him raised his hand and gently pushed his back.

Zhong Shan stumbled forward and was hurriedly caught by his teammates.

"Captain!" "Captain, are you alright!"

Zhong Shan stood up, covered the back of his head, which was still aching, with one hand, and turned his head to look at the other side in amazement.

Wen Jianyan shrugged: "Okay, now you can leave."

"..."

Zhong Shan stared at each other in surprise.

Beside him, his team members approached and said in a low voice, "Captain, do you want us—"

"To shut up!"

Zhong Shan roared like a sudden burst of anger.

The team members couldn't help but subconsciously silenced the voice.

Zhong Shan looked at Wen Jianyan again, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

If it was him, he would never let the other party go so easily when he encountered this kind of backhand being pitted—after all, in a cruel place like Nightmare, he would always be pitted or pitted, and once he had the opportunity to fight back , you can't let it go. Only by eradicating the roots can we cut off all risks.

And the other party just let him go so easily, and pulled out his hair before that...

Made him think too much.

You must know that in the nightmare, there are various types of anchor talents, and many talents are very evil.

And when it comes to needing a certain body part as a seal, it is the evil door among the evil doors.

Not far away, the young man stood on the spot, tall and straight, with soft brows and eyes, the elusive brass knife had disappeared without a trace, and there was a faint smile on his lips, looking extraordinarily harmless to humans and animals. , doesn't seem to mind what the other side might do next.

"..."

Zhong Shan gritted his teeth, turned his head and scolded:

"Disgraceful, don't hurry up!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, took the rest of his team, turned around and left the hotel room.

Listening to the noisy footsteps gradually disappearing, Yun Bilan breathed a sigh of relief, her body that had always been tense relaxed a little, and she was finally released from the state of combat readiness.

She walked towards Wen Jianyan, her eyes fell on the wide open door:

"Just let them go?"

"Why not?"

Wen Jianyan shrugged and looked away, "Fight with the other side and fight to the last person?"

It could be possible, but it would be a waste.

[Xingwang Hotel] Not long after the dungeon started, let alone find out the rules of the hotel, they haven't even seen the black side, and in this case, it is not his style to be with the people of the team. .

Plus, Wen Jianyan has never been a person who likes to have a head-to-head conflict with people, he doesn't like fighting, fighting, and anything related to it.

Yun Bilan: "Then what if..."

"Don't worry, it won't."

Wen Jianyan smiled.

He opened his palm, and several strands of jet-black hair fell from his palm, and fell to his feet like garbage.

He likes deceit and manipulation.

Wen Jianyan blinked: "they are afraid of me now, believe it or not?"

This is his inspiration from the last copy.

In the end, I still have to thank Mu Sen and his perseverance in the frame.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"As expected of my wife, someone stole a strand of hair from the last copy, and was almost framed by that black talisman. This copy will use this method to trick people back!"

"No no, he is much more ruthless than Mu Sen. They just cut a wisp of it, but he grabbed a handful!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha, you look at the number of hair on the carpet ... The opposite side is almost bald.

"By the way, what about the canvas?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo took out the wet and crumpled canvas soaked in rain from his arms. Cold water droplets dripped from the edge of the canvas and wet the carpet in the hotel.

Wen Jianyan reached out to take it.

However, as soon as the finger touched the edge of the canvas, the touch under the finger suddenly changed.

The originally heavy fabric seemed to have turned into water, leaking tickly from the gap between the two of them' fingers.

"what happened?!"

Chen Mo was taken aback and subconsciously reached out to fish.

However, his fingers passed through the fabric, and the water melted from the canvas fell to his feet with a clatter.

It no longer looked like rain, but was mixed with the color of oil paint, gray, dark, and bleak, and in the blink of an eye it dyed that little rug into a dirty color.

Everyone was surprised.

Could it be... that their previous guesses were wrong? Has all your efforts been in vain?

"Zi...ZiZi..."

The lights overhead suddenly flickered fiercely.

The light was bright and dim, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the room became cold and damp.

Bai Xue paused, as if feeling something, and turned to look in the direction of the oil painting.

Wen Jianyan followed his gaze.

Under the strangely flickering light, in front of the oil painting frame, a pair of wet footprints appeared without warning.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and she felt a chill behind her.

When he was stunned, the wet footprints became more.

like...

Something was soaked in water, and there was an invisible existence that was walking forward slowly and stiffly.

The distance is shortening.

The temperature dropped drastically, and the cold and cold air cut through the skin like a knife, causing a strong pain.

There was a damp smell of rain in the air, and a subtle, rotting stench.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The interval of each step seems to be calculated, and there is no change at all, and it walks in this direction step by step.

"Let's go!!"

Wen Jianyan hurriedly shouted in a low voice.

Several other people also woke up like a dream, they and Wen Jianyan hurriedly retreated, staring at the wet footprints, and quickly withdrew in the direction of the main entrance of the hotel room.

Hearing a "click" sound, the door closed in front of several people.

They were standing in the brightly lit hallway, pale and short of breath.

"..."

Wen Jianyan's hand was holding the doorknob tightly, and the palm was wet and sticky. He took a deep breath slowly, raised his eyes, and looked at the old-fashioned sign on the door.

His heart was beating fast, and it sounded very loud in his ears.

Under his deadly gaze, the light of [Do Not Disturb] slowly turned on.

This is the signal.

Signals that the room has been occupied.

They did succeed.

This shows that their initial guess was correct, which is exactly what the rules want them to do.

But Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

Because this also means that the safety and calm before the hotel is indeed real.

Because it is [empty].

But now, under the guidance of the rules, they personally "welcomed" a ghost to the otherwise empty Xingwang Hotel.

That is to say...

They will turn this place into a dangerous and terrifying purgatory with their own hands.