Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 334

In the room, the air fell into an extreme silence.

Everyone's eyes fell on the tightly closed door, holding their breath slightly, their nerves tense to the extreme.

"What's going on?"

Anis looked gloomy and asked in a low voice.

Although the gentleman still had the same expression of joy and anger, the expression in his eyes was also very solemn.

He shook his head slowly, and said in a different voice than before:

"do not know."

After hearing this answer, in an instant, everyone in the Black team couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking.

Nor did they expect the gentleman to answer in this way.

In the past, he had always been confident and seemed to know everything that might happen next. This was the first time after entering this dungeon that he actually gave such an answer.

"Duh, duh, duh."

The stiff knock on the door rang again, breaking the dead silence, echoing in the small dim room, making everyone tremble involuntarily.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel...

The interval between the knocks seemed to shorten.

gentleman:"……"

He stared in the direction of the door without saying a word, his eyes were unpredictable, and it was difficult to distinguish between cloudy and sunny.

...the ghost knocks on the door.

This should not have happened.

This kind of thing completely exceeded all his expectations and deductions, and should never have happened in any case. Even though he had just carefully recalled all his actions so far, he still had no clue.

Obviously everything is moving forward steadily according to the plan, and their operations are almost without any mistakes, but the strange thing is that such an unreasonable crisis has actually appeared in front of them.

My heart sank like there was no bottom.

The gentleman habitually pursed his lips, subconsciously rubbed the scraps of paper in his hands, and his eyes flashed brightly.

...isn't it supposed to be too confident?

Before entering this dungeon, he had already learned a lot of information that other people could not obtain, and after entering the dungeon, relying on information and pre-knowledge tools to advance smoothly, perhaps because it was too smooth, so this Maybe make him forget more or less...

In any case, here is also an S-class horror copy.

In such a copy, all kinds of dangers are possible, and this illusion of "controlling everything" may eventually cause them to become blind.

"Duh duh!"

The knock on the door sounded again.

This time the voice was more rapid, and the interval had been shortened to a frightening point.

"We, what do we do now?"

One of the black players turned to look at their captain, lowered his voice, and asked anxiously.

open the door? Still don't open the door?

As the knocking on the door gradually became more urgent, this question began to haunt everyone's mind, like a drum beat for a soul, forcing them to make a decision quickly.

"...I can't help it."

Anis looked gloomy, looked at the direction of the door, and said slowly.

The protection rules of this door are still established to this day.

When the door is closed, ghosts can't enter the frame shop, so as long as they stay in the room, they are safe, but the problem is, as the anchor, they can't stay here forever .

"Don't forget, this road only appears when the boom hotel is disconnected from the town," he said.

The gentleman took the words and said slowly, "That is to say, if we don't take these three hours to leave this street, the hotel will officially enter the 12-hour lights-out period at night, and we will spend the whole night in the ghost world. already."

Anis: "Also, I don't think a ghost of this level would let us off so easily."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

really.

If the Specter outside will leave because they should not be at the door, although it is very inefficient to wait here all night, it is not completely impossible.

But the problem is, according to the hurried knocking on the door, it can be seen that these are not some lonely ghosts wandering around by chance, but are really eyeing them.

According to their previous experience, the door of the painting shop can isolate a large part of the supernatural perception. Since the opposite side can find them through the door panel, then the possibility that it will leave because they do not respond becomes extremely low.

The gentleman sighed lightly:

"You can only prepare for a head-on conflict."

This conclusion fell coldly to the ground and shattered into a piece of ice slag.

"be ready."

"but,"

Anis' words changed.

He turned his head, and his eyes fell on the corner of the room.

The blue-haired woman leaned expressionlessly in the corner of the room, her clothes were wet, her face was extremely pale, and she looked embarrassed, but her icy eyes were burning and dazzling, and in the darkness, like a shining knife Light.

The corners of Anis' mouth raised slightly, revealing a sinister smile: "It's not that we have no measures to reduce risks at all... Are you right? Beauty."

*

outside the door.

The cold and drizzle raindrops fell, and countless pale and stiff corpses swayed and wandered on the bluestone road.

The door to the framing shop was closed.

There was only one man in a human fur coat and a smiling mask standing upright at the door.

Wen Jianyan held the mobile phone in one hand and stared at the moving stopwatch above, with one hand hanging firmly in the air, waiting for the next time it landed on the door.

3, 2, 1, here we come.

His curved knuckles tapped against the wooden door.

"Duh, duh, duh."

There was a stiff knock on the door.

Wen Jianyan, who has experienced the copy of [Prosperity Building], can almost be regarded as half an expert on how to create a knock on the door similar to that of an "inhuman" existence.

However, there will always be a distinction between theory and practice.

Even in the usual undisturbed situation, it is extremely difficult to completely reproduce the mechanical and terrifying knock on the door... and under the current situation, it is even more difficult.

Under the thick mask, Wen Jianyan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

Since the moment he stood at the door, he has been able to feel the power of the mandatory rules that exist on the door, making him almost completely unable to compete.

The muscles and bones of the fingers were trembling, trying to push the door open desperately, but as the fingers fell, a burning pain would instantly burn from the hip bone, a burning pain. It spread through the internal organs, and forcefully pulled Wen Jianyan out of the trance.

The stopwatch on the phone screen was blurry for a while, then awake for a while.

Wen Jianyan clenched her teeth tightly, almost tasted the hot blood that spread from the depths of her throat, a strange feeling as if she was walking a tightrope on a cliff.

Even so, he still did not dare to be distracted for a moment.

If he guessed correctly, then the Black team is behind this door at the moment.

They are all very senior streamers with rich experience in dungeons. It is far more difficult to pretend to be a ghost to deceive them than he used to fool other streamers in the primary dungeons. Yu once, therefore, on top of these seemingly insignificant details, Wen Jianyan must be perfect.

"Duh, duh, duh."

The knock on the door fell again, and the interval shortened slightly.

Wen Jianyan felt that there seemed to be blood in his trachea.

The burning pain in the hip bone has started to persist.

He felt as if his whole body was floating calmly in the air above his head, looking down at his uncontrolled body moving on its own.

Wen Jianyan calmly reviewed his plan.

Indeed, the black anchor is very experienced and extremely deceitful.

But the problem is...

Their experience is too rich, and the information they have learned is too comprehensive.

This is the only foundation on which Wen Jianyan's "fraud" can be built.

The [door] that can make the mark of the witch candle hot is definitely beyond the difficulty of the copy, and may even be close to the mandatory rules of the origin of the nightmare, and it can never be offset by any props in the nightmare.

Wen Jianyan knew that, and the other side should be equally aware of this fact.

After all, as senior anchors who have climbed to the top ten of Nightmare, it is impossible for them to not have any props to force sober and eliminate interference, but they did not use props, but chose the more difficult and more troublesome thing: choose the other party One of the team was sacrificed.

This shows that these people absolutely know how irrefutable the rules of this door are.

And they can't question that.

And it is even more impossible for them to think that Wen Jianyan, who has the imprint of the witch candle, can resist the rules of this door.

In the end, they could only come to one conclusion:

There are ghosts outside the door.

And it's still an extremely terrifying one, who can even perceive the presence of the anchor inside the door through the rules of the door... a super-special ghost.

What would a person do in this situation?

Pray for the ghost to leave?

If the host on the other side is just an ordinary B-level, or even an A-level, there is a high possibility that they will choose to do so. After all, they lack the courage and means to compete with the ghosts. Instead of confronting the ghosts, they are more willing to follow their own. Instinct, choose a more conservative approach.

However, for a veteran anchor like the Black team, they must be able to see that in this case, the ghost blocking the door will not be easy, and there will be no results even if they wait.

They will definitely choose to confront it head-on.

After all, if Wen Jianyan was in that situation now, he would have made the same choice.

but……

Unlike Wen Jianyan, Black now has a huge advantage.

A [abandoned child].

A human being used as a tool to forcefully push the door to remove the identity of a "ghost".

Cloud blue.

Since the phone didn't disappear, she must be alive.

Perhaps it was because she had not yet had time to kill her, or perhaps it was useful to keep her, so Yun Bilan could still be "used".

According to Wen Jianyan's knowledge of the Black team, it is impossible for them not to know the difficulty of "ghosts" outside the door, which means that they cannot care about the life and death of tools.

Since it is possible to detect the depth and intensity of the ghost outside the door through the death of a person...

So why not do it?

Of course, all of this is Wen Jianyan's inference. As for what choice the people in the door will make, he is not 100% sure.

but……

In any case, this outcome is the most likely.

"Duh duh!"

There was a quick knock on the door.

Will everything go according to his ideas?

Wen Jianyan was not sure.

Across the hole in the mask, a pair of light-colored eyes seemed to be burning endless flames.

However, he should know soon enough.

*

inside the door.

Yun Bilan walked in the direction of the door staggeringly with stiff steps because she had been unable to move for a long time.

The icy gazes of the many anchors behind her were like invisible arrows, stabbing at her thin back.

"..."

Yun Bilan continued to move forward with an expressionless face.

The crooked wooden door was getting closer and closer, and with the dim light, she could faintly see the rough wooden texture on it, and feel the gloomy air infiltrating from the door.

Ah, that seems to be the case.

Looking at the door that was so close at hand, Yun Bilan let out a long breath.

I can't tell if it's regret, fear, reluctance... or relief.

No one will come.

She goes hands-on and guarantees it.

The moment she left her phone, Yun Bilan already knew what was waiting for her. To be honest, she didn't even think that after she jumped into the rain, she would be able to live for another two hours... This was far beyond her imagination.

Looking back, she didn't know how long she had lived in stealth, the faces were blurred, and they were left far behind. They went away one by one, leaving herself to walk alone.

And now, anyway, it's the last moment.

Yun Bilan stopped her pace and stared at the door that was hidden in front of her, with a surprisingly calm expression on her face.

Perhaps death was coming, and she rarely recalled her life before she entered the nightmare.

A family with a strong desire for manipulation, suffocating control, and constant surveillance, let the thorns of resistance and rebellion grow wildly in her heart. After struggling with all her strength, she finally broke free from the prison that bound her for half her life. Cage, began to draw the vision in the heart.

So, for the first time, she dyed a dazzling blue hair.

But before the bird was about to break free from the thorns and leap into the sky, it was caught back into the second cage.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath and pulled herself out of that faded memory.

In any case, at least the others survived.

Usually timid and cowardly, but always able to summon courage before a crisis, Huang Mao, who has always been calm and rational, rarely shows his true emotions, but is very reliable, Chen Mo, and...

Wen Jianyan.

A weak human whose soul has been sold is no different from other anchors in the nightmare, but he delusionally destroys the entire nightmare.

It's hard to say if he's crazy, or if he's just too good at drawing cakes, using his tongue to instill crazy thoughts into other people's minds, and lure despairing people one after another to gather in his place. By his side, he was willing to be used by him.

Maybe he was really bewitched.

Yun Bilan admitted.

For those who have no future in the abyss of sinking and nightmares, the vision depicted by Wen Jianyan is both redemption and poison.

Even more so for her.

She originally thought that this was her own solution and destiny, but... that guy appeared immortally, bringing her the spark of hope.

Yun Bilan is a selfish person.

It never occurred to her that she would sacrifice for others, but this time, she did just that.

free.

The two words wrapped in honey and soaked in poison made her rush forward again, like a moth to a fire.

Yun Bilan raised her hand, pressed it on the door, and pulled it back with force.

...At least this time, death can finally get her what she wants.

"Squeak-"

The heavy wooden door let out a harsh screech.

The gloomy wind that came with the cold raindrops fell on her body and rolled up her dazzling blue hair.

A figure with a pale face, a cold breath, and a strange smile at the corner of his mouth stood at the door, even if he didn't need to think about it, he knew that this was not a human being.

It stretched out its hand suddenly, and suddenly grabbed Yun Bilan's arm.

Different from the icy cold as imagined, the palm was actually hot and wet with rain, and it suddenly stuck to her wrist, clenching it painfully.

"?!"

Yun Bilan was stunned.

A familiar, warm voice with a smile rang in my ears:

"surprise."