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In the dimly-lit painting shop, the hurried gasps of everyone echoed.

This time, they not only entered the painting shop without paying any price, but also used the black team. They also used the rules of this ghost road to greatly weaken the opponent's strength, although the overall process is particularly surprising. , but judging from the results, it's not just a loss, it's a bloody profit.

Although no one is speaking now, the atmosphere is unusually relaxed.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand to wipe the rain off her face, and was about to get up from the ground.

At this moment, a face with a pale mask suddenly appeared in the field of vision. Under the dark and old ceiling background, it looked a bit abrupt and strange, which startled Wen Jianyan, and he spent a lot of time. It took a while to realize that it was Yun Bilan who was standing beside him, staring at him with his head down.

Wen Jianyan couldn't see the expression on the other's face, and could only vaguely see the other's eyes flashing in the dark through the eye holes in the mask.

"..."

The two looked at each other from a distance for a few seconds, and neither of them spoke first.

Until Wen Jianyan raised his hand: "Give me a hand?"

Yun Bilan paused, stretched out his hand silently, and held Wen Jianyan's palm hanging in the air.

Her strength was much stronger than Wen Jianyan had imagined, and she pulled him up with just one click. Wen Jianyan was staggered and almost didn't stand still.

"..."

Wen Jianyan secretly glanced at Yun Bilan's slender wrist, and it took him a long time to say two words:

"...Thank you."

He lowered his head and patted the dirt on his body.

After running wild in the rain for so long, the clothes on my body have long been soaked through and crinkly clinging to my body. In addition, I have just rolled on the ground a few times, and the dust and rain have turned into mud, making the He looked very embarrassed,

Wen Jianyan took a few shots, only to realize that she could no longer change the status quo by herself, so she had no choice but to give up the attempt to organize the instrument.

He raised his eyes and found that Yun Bilan was looking straight at him.

The mask blocked her face, and it was difficult to infer Yun Bilan's current state of mind just from the two eyes behind the mask.

"Oh, right," Wen Jianyan seemed to think of something, he lowered his head, fumbled in his pocket, then took out a mobile phone and threw it to Yun Bilan: "You forgot this."

Yun Bilan raised her hand and caught the phone.

She lowered her head, her face covered in a pale mask was reflected on the dark screen of her phone.

"..."

Wen Jianyan shook her wet hair vigorously, like a dog drowning in water. She grabbed the corner of her clothes with both hands and twisted it hard. became a pool,

He lowered his head and said casually:

"You're all grown up, don't throw away important things, don't you know that? Just take your own things well--"

Before Wen Jianyan finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yun Bilan:

"I said, don't come and save me."

Wen Jianyan paused and looked up.

Yun Bilan asked in a straight voice, "Why don't you listen?"

"Huh? I heard it."

Wen Jianyan tilted her head slightly, with wet hair, she looked rather innocent: "I'm not here to save you this time."

He blinked:

"Since the black team will keep your life, it must be for the next action and plan. If I go back directly, wouldn't this wonderful opportunity be wasted?"

From the results, Wen Jianyan's judgment is correct.

If he gave up the action before and turned back directly to the Xingwang Hotel, even if he successfully entered the street next time, he would not be able to push the door and enter without sacrificing anyone. Since someone helped open the door this time, they Entered the painting shop without any masks broken.

But the problem is...

Although none of them lost masks, the number of teammates increased.

This also means that, quantitatively, they have one less mask anyway.

But Wen Jianyan gave Yun Bilan his mask.

Yun Bilan raised her hand, took off the mask on her face, and handed it to Wen Jianyan: "Give it back to you, I don't need it."

As soon as the mask was taken off, everyone was involuntarily taken aback.

The pattern of thorns and vines climbed up her side neck, and curled up on her white cheeks. It looked extraordinarily strange. A pair of originally dark eyes concealed a bit of morbid red, which shimmered slightly in the darkness. ,

Yun Bilan's facial features were originally very beautiful and not offensive, but, under this red and black thorn pattern, they looked a bit strange, especially the pair of slightly red eyes. When staring at people, there is always a very strong, almost cold expression.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

He realized that the negative effects of excessive use of "talent" began to manifest in Yun Bilan.

The deeper the talent development, the greater the consumption of the anchor, and just now, under the outbreak of extreme negative emotions, Yun Bilan directly stimulated the talent to develop in a more powerful direction, and the degree of alienation in her body has also deepened— —

Just like the top ten anchors, some "features" have begun to appear in the body.

Not far away, Bai Xue raised those black and weird eyes, and his eyes fell on Yun Bilan's body, showing a thoughtful expression.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the mask in Yun Bilan's hand, but did not take it.

He shrugged lightly and said:

"Don't worry, I have another way."

"..."

Yun Bilan narrowed her red eyes slightly, staring at the young man in front of her, without speaking for a long time.

Suddenly, she said, "I understand."

Wen Jianyan: "?"

understand what?

"I understand why Su Cheng wants to hit you." Yun Bilan said calmly.

Wen Jianyan "..."

He couldn't hold back, and asked, "Isn't it? How many of you have he told you about wanting to hit me?"

Behind him, Huang Mao looked around and raised his hand cautiously.

Wen Jianyan "..."

Chen Mo on the side comforted him and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't say it many times."

Wen Jianyan "......"

Let alone Huang Mao who has been with him several times, why does Chen Mo, who has been staying in the guild to deal with affairs and rarely communicate with other people, know that?! How much resentment has this guy Su Cheng accumulated behind him?!

"Well, I'm sure you have a way."

Yun Bilan withdrew her hand, but those red eyes still fell tightly on Wen Jianyan's body: "But if you are lying, I will do it." She added calmly:

"Besides, I'll make up for the prophet's share."

Wen Jianyan: ? ? ?

He stared at the body that seemed slender, but actually contained strength, and there was a chill behind him.

I don't know if it's an illusion... Compared with Su Cheng's gnashing of teeth and an angry mouth, he always felt that Yun Bilan's threat seemed to be serious.

And it really doesn't show mercy.

"Ha, ha, what are you saying?"

Wen Jianyan laughed dryly, with a rare lack of confidence in her voice: "When did I lie to you—"

This time, Huang Mao and Chen Mo turned their heads and looked over at the same time, their eyes full of condemnation all fell on Wen Jianyan's body.

Wen Jianyan "..."

All right.

In the rare relaxed atmosphere in the dungeon, Yun Bilan put on the mask again, hid her face under the mask, and said nothing.

Her eyes fell on Wen Jianyan.

Riyu activated the prop, and the other party's hair color turned into a hypnotic silvery white, which was wetly attached to his cheek. The expression on his face seemed to be a little embarrassed. It's not that he lies again in order to avoid the topic and liven up the atmosphere.

It seems that no one can see through his ever-changing skin and understand the real himself that Wen Jianyan hides behind countless masks.

... Maybe even Wen Jianyan himself has forgotten.

He was always laughing and scolding, always rational and calm, very good at making any cruel decision, as if he was born to thrive in darkness, chaos and danger.

Or... he's just very good at putting a cruel mask on any of his decisions.

"Right, one more thing."

Yun Bilan said again.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over.

Wen Jianyan "Huh? What?"

"There is something else on my face, right?" Yun Bilan said firmly.

When she just took off her mask, except for Wen Jianyan, who was best at hiding her emotions, the expressions of everyone else changed more or less.

Everyone was startled and looked at each other subconsciously.

Wen Jianyan nodded, "Yes."

He briefly described the changes in Yun Bilan.

"That..." Huang Mao on the side raised his hand and said weakly, "Sister Bilan, don't worry, it's actually quite pretty..."

He speaks the truth.

At least it is in line with his pursuit of fashionable aesthetics.

Yun Bilan ignored Huang Mao's "consolation".

She didn't seem surprised by this, just nodded: "...So it is."

Just when her emotions erupted and her talent was soaring, Yun Bilan was in a clear state throughout the whole process.

During the whole process, she faintly felt something...

The so-called "talent" of the anchors, which comes from Mengtong, is not so much linked to the "soul quality" of the anchors themselves as it is... to their negative emotions, or the most paranoid of their personalities. part of the hook,

Yun Bilan subconsciously tightened her palm. The tingling from the thorns still seemed to linger there.

Her talent was once embodied as a "whip of thorns", but with the outbreak of this negative emotion, the embodiment of her talent has evolved into a "cage of thorns".

It was as if... the worst nightmare of her life had come true.

In the process of entanglement and restraint of thorns, struggling to snatch the air, and finally being covered, swallowed, and annihilated by more and more imprisonment.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath, looked at Wen Jianyan, and briefly described her feelings.

"..."

The smile on Wen Jianyan's face subsided slightly, and she said in a very soft voice.

"...Does it come from obsession?"

He raised his eyes, nodded, and smiled, his expression still without haze: "I understand, thank you."

Yun Bilan looked at Wen Jianyan not far away, and seemed a little lost.

So, Captain...

What is your talent?

Where do your paranoia and negativity come from?

Why do you keep telling everyone, even yourself, one after another, pushing everyone away, not letting anyone get involved in your plans, and refusing to let anyone touch your real side Woolen cloth?

Yun Bilan retracted her gaze.

It's ok.

No matter what the answer is, it cannot influence her decision.

Because Yun Bilan had already made up her mind.

Her purpose is already very clear, like clear lake water that can see the bottom at a glance, and at this moment, her heart is also as firm as a rock.

Almost subconsciously, Yun Bilan looked in Wen Jianyan's direction again.

The youth's profile appeared in the darkness. He seemed to be carefully observing everything around him, unaware that he had also become the object of others' observation.

Frail, timid, flawed, never honest, but wise, rational, brave and gentle. In the thick black of the nightmare, it is particularly dazzling, like a spark that symbolizes freedom and unruly.

Let her recognize this huge cage that once confused and even paralyzed her, and regained her courage, determined to regain the unfettered future that once belonged to her,

Wen Jianyan looked at the painting shop in front of her.

The room was pitch black, and the dampness of the rainy rain filled the air, mixed with a faint smell of rancidity.

Contrary to what I imagined outside, the area here is unexpectedly large.

The flashlight in his hand alone can only illuminate a small area in front of him, while more surrounding areas are still hidden in shadow and cannot be seen.

Wen Jianyan took a few steps to the side, turned her phone, and took a picture of the wall next to her.

On the wall, there are high and low hanging portraits, large and small, densely hung on the wall, extending towards the shadows in the distance.

Unlike the portraits with blurred facial features and pale faces outside, all the portraits in the paintings here have [faces].

There were men and women, old and young, and faces with different expressions looked at them from the depths of the darkness, and they seemed lifelike, as if they were alive. It was a shock to see them suddenly in this environment. ,

However, Wen Jianyan noticed that the frames of these paintings seemed to be different.

Some of the frames are red and dazzling, but some of his frames are very dark maroon, showing a gray color under the light of the flashlight. It's like a picture frame with the portraits of the guests in the small shop and the Xingkai hotel.

As for those scarlet frames...

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly, and in her mind flashed the portraits that hung in the store on the third floor of the copy of [Prosperity Building].

The frames of those oil paintings are all very similar scarlet, but compared to the ones in front of them, the frames in the Changlan Building are also a bit older. It's been a long time.

Could it be that all the "paintings" in these two copies came from this painting shop?

During the contemplation, the heat of the brand in the lower abdomen became more and more impossible to ignore. Wen Jianyan frowned and tugged at the hem of her shirt without a trace.

Ever since he rushed into the mounting shop, the branding started to heat up. At first, Wen Jianyan could pretend not to feel it, but as time went by, it became more and more difficult to ignore it.

However, no matter how hot the brand was, Wen Jianyan couldn't make any reaction.

If this is a courtyard similar to the previous dungeon, it would be better to say, but now although they have entered a similar ghost moth, the nightmare has never been disconnected, and the live broadcast connection has always been very stable, that is to say , this is still the area that Nightmare can monitor.

In Nightmare's view, he should have "killed" Wu Zhu by now.

Instead of keeping this "bug" in captivity in the Ouroboros Ring, as it is now, planning to give Nightmare a fatal blow one day.

Therefore, even if he knew that the fragments of the witch candle were probably in the depths of the painting shop, Wen Jianyan couldn't act rashly immediately.

He turned his head, looked at Yun Bilan, and asked, "What did the Black team do here just now?

After all, before this, Yun Bilan had always acted with the Black team, and for them, Yun Bilan was a dying person, so they might not fortify her, after all, dead people would not leak secrets of.

Yun Bilan shook her head, her voice slightly dulled by the mask:

"It's a pity that when we act together, the other side is always very cautious, never discussing any clues in front of me, or completing any critical operations."

After all, Heifang is a senior anchor. Although in their opinion, Yun Bilan, who is a tool, is already dead, but even if there is only a slight possibility, they will not reveal their true intentions in front of her.

Wen Jianyan was a little disappointed.

However, before he could say anything, Yun Bilan continued: "But..."

"Um?"

Wen Jianyan was refreshed and turned her head to look over.

For him, as long as he can get even a little clue, it may bring unexpected help.

I just listened to Yun Bilan continued; "However, after entering the painting shop, the Black team didn't have so much energy to guard against me, although I still haven't seen much content, but, I remember, gentlemen always seem to have in their hands. On a piece of old-looking brown paper..."

Wait a minute, kraft paper?

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment.

Almost immediately, he immediately thought of the epic item he got in the copy of [Peace Sanatorium]. It was a very old piece of kraft paper, but he knew everything and could answer all questions.

As long as you are willing to pay the price of your soul, you can ask it three questions, no matter what kind of question... Even the deeper and more core questions related to the nightmare itself can be answered,

Could it be that……

The reason why the black team can obtain so much little-known information in the dungeon [Xingwang Hotel], and the progress is always a few steps ahead of them, is because the gentleman also has a similar item? If the answer is yes, then, As a gentleman of the vice-chairman of the Oracle, he has a terrifying advantage over this item...

After all, he has the authority to access the Oracle Guild and use the so-called props made by the prophecy anchors, that is, "soul products".

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan opened her backpack and took out the epic item.

The next second, a wrinkled, very old kraft paper appeared in his hand.

Wen Jianyan asked:

"Is it this one?"

"...!"

Yun Bilan's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's hand, and she couldn't help but startled slightly.

She nodded affirmatively, "Yes."

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

That is to say, in addition to the "opening the back door" of the nightmare itself, the oracle also has other information acquisition channels.

This may explain why it can have such a detached status in Meng'er. Even before Wen Jianyan entered the dungeon, the gentleman had already expected that in the dungeon he was about to enter, there would be what he wanted. He took the initiative to offer an olive branch, hoping to cooperate with him - but Wen Jianyan refused him.

However, after using various means, the other party successfully joined the black camp and entered the [Xingwang Hotel] copy with him, and with the help of advanced information, he was the first to enter this troubled street and found the building. back to the store.

Wen Jianyan remembered that when he and the opposing team met at the door of the painting shop, the faces of Anis and the gentleman in the opposing team turned pale as never before, as if they had suffered some kind of "consumption".

In the chasing battle after that, the two of them did not use their talents, otherwise, it is still unknown whether the final result will be so smooth.

Maybe... because of what they're doing here?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, covering the look in her eyes.

Figuring out the purpose of gentlemen and oracles has become a priority.

Yun Bilan asked in confusion, "How did you get it?"

"An epic item in an advanced dungeon.

"A prop that is full of temptation, but whose position is unclear.

It is suspected that it comes from the gift of Ability God, and even knows the secret of creating God, manipulates human beings invisibly, and even leads to the formation of a copy.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked down at the crumpled kraft paper in her hand. It was empty, without half a line.

One soul, for three questions.

He has already used a question, that is to say, Wen Jianyan has the last two opportunities to ask questions.

...to choose carefully.