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The corridor that was empty just now was crowded all of a sudden, and the water couldn't get through.

The dark red lights spread down, the wallpaper is dark red, the carpet is dark red, and the narrow corridor is like a closed throat. The air is cold.

It's not a simple low temperature, but the kind of gloomy, cold air that seems to be able to penetrate the bones.

A pale face "looked" over.

Wen Jianyan stood stiffly in place, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, cold hands and feet, numbness in his scalp, and strong stomach cramps began to appear, which made him reflexively want to vomit, but he was forced to hold back.

Swish, swish. Clothes rubbed.

The guests began to move.

In the corridor in front of them, they were holding that fuzzy and terrifying face, like a puppet, walking in the direction of Wen Jianyan with stiff steps.

Escape, escape!

Every cell in the body is screaming frantically.

Wen Jianyan took a step back subconsciously, but just moved——

Countless empty, pitch-black eye sockets looked at him.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end.

But at that moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and the dry, stylized voice sounded in his ears again: "Please go to the left when you are attending the banquet."

attend banquet!

Wen Jianyan was agitated, as if titillated.

At that moment, the mask covering his face showed an unprecedented presence.

The hotel manager thought that he would attend the banquet because the mask was still valid, and he would still be judged as a "ghost" by the copy, not a "human". The overwhelming fear gradually faded, and the ability to think came back little by little.

Therefore, in their eyes, as long as he doesn't do anything weird, then he will be the same kind.

""

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, restrained her physiological reaction to escape, and stood upright, maintaining a posture of taking a half step back.

Stop moving.

Countless pale faces turned towards him, and the holes in the eyes were pitch black. It is too much to test the psychological quality of a normal human being.

Wen Jianyan's throat tightened, and he felt cold sweat all over his back, and his muscles trembled slightly because of the excessive tension, but he still held on strong without showing any flaws.

Swish, swish. Clothes rubbed again.

One after another, their eyes moved away from Wen Jianyan's body, and the "guests" started walking forward again.

During the whole process, he maintained a motionless posture, letting the "guests" pass by his side and walked towards him step by step.

The whole process is very tormenting, and it can be regarded as living like a year.

I don't know how long ago, maybe a century.

The sound of rustling clothes was finally gone.

Wen Jianyan turned her head stiffly and looked carefully behind her—

The hallway is empty. All the guests left.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan's strength seemed to be drained in an instant, his legs went weak, and if he hadn't hurriedly supported the wall, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

"vomit--"

Wen Jianyan half lifted her mask, arched her waist, and retched violently.

He spit out nothing.

Under the mask, the young man's face was pale, his forehead was soaked with sweat, his lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were red. He supported the wall with one hand, his fingertips turned white due to the force, and the blue veins burst out on the back of his white hand, like rolling hills.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, suppressed the nausea from her stomach, wiped the corner of her mouth, and forced herself to stand up.

No, you have to keep going.

The "Banquet" is about to begin.

That is to say, all the guests in the Xingwang Hotel will gradually leave their room now. If he doesn't hurry, he may not be able to catch up before the woman in white leaves the room, and he will just miss out. Then all the efforts he had made since he entered this place was in vain.

Wen Jianyan suppressed her excessively violent heartbeat, put on the mask on her face again, and then quickened her pace and ran all the way down the corridor.

The internal structure of the entire Xingwang Hotel had been deeply imprinted in his mind. He skillfully turned one corner after another and hurried towards 208. However, even Wen Jianyan had deliberately avoided many rooms. A dense area, but still occasionally bumps into open room doors and occupants stiffly stepping out of the room.

Every time this happens, Wen Jianyan's heart twitches and reflexively hides to the side. Stay still, breathe lightly, and wait for the tenant to walk slowly before taking action.

If he really can't hide, he can only grit his teeth, bite the bullet and participate in their actions, then leave the team without a trace and start his journey again.

Although the original Xingwang Hotel had only two floors, due to these uncontrollable accidents, the time it took for Wen Jianyan to rush to the destination was still longer than expected.

208's door was closed, and it was pitch black under the crack of the door.

Wen Jianyan stood at the door, calmed down her unsteady breathing caused by sprinting and nervousness, and glanced down at her phone.

There are less than twenty minutes left before this copy closes.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and slowly pushed the door open.

It was pitch black inside the door.

Just standing in the doorway made people's heart beat faster and fearful.

Wen Jianyan calmed down, turned on the flashlight, and walked slowly into the house.

All the furniture was immersed in shadows, and there was a very familiar smell of rancidity floating in it, and the sound of his deliberately quiet footsteps echoed in the dead room.

Soon, Wen Jianyan stopped.

He stood in the center of the room, slowly moving the flashlight in his hand, and looking at other corners of the room, searching carefully, not letting go of the slightest trace. Wen Jianyan realized it quickly.

There was no other figure besides himself in the room, it was empty and deserted.

He turned his head and looked at the oil painting on the wall.

I don't know when it started, but now only the frame is left of the huge oil painting hanging on the wall, and the place where the oil painting is supposed to be inside the frame is empty and becomes pitch black. That means he was late. 208 is already empty.

Before he entered this room, the guests in 208 had already left and attended the banquet.

""

Wen Jianyan stood there, blinked, and was suddenly stunned.

missed.

Is he going to go to the "dinner dinner" now and find someone in the "dinner dinner"?

However, when he thought of the densely pale face he encountered in the corridor just now, Wen Jianyan felt his scalp tingle.

The mask and the Jinghe iodine from the skin flower can really help him to be "powerful". In the mirror world, ghosts and children couldn't touch because of the layer of decoration. Therefore, it is difficult to know him with such a wonderful costume. Judging from what he experienced in the corridor, when he and the ghost were in the same space, it was obvious that such a disguise was not perfect. Once a loophole appeared, it would be easy to see through.

What's more, it's still unclear what kind of existence the "space" where he is now is.

If you die here, you can wake up in the mirror world, then Wen Jianyan doesn't mind trying it out.

But what if death is real death?

Then, as an ordinary human being, to participate in this ghost banquet, wouldn't it be equivalent to a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, lifted the mask, and wiped her face in frustration.

He lowered his head and clicked on his live broadcast interface to see if the signal had recovered.

At the moment of opening the live broadcast room, barrages flashed across the eyes:

"Ah" the anchor looked at me! "

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Has the live broadcast signal resumed?

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly, showing a little thoughtful expression.

"Ah, it's a pity, I didn't encounter the ghost in Room 208. I thought it would be certain this time." "It's too bad, I just missed it."

"But it's alright, the anchor and your teammates have also found key clues, which are basically not much different from the information you found here before, and they have already started to take action, don't worry, they won't be there after the rendezvous. Problem!"! "

International gaming live writing is sometimes expected, as long as the information of the same young lady can already be grouped, it will only be mentioned when the wealth is harmful. Therefore, if the audience is limited by one of the anchors at this time, it is wealth. It is limited to related fashions, and it will not be blocked because the information of other anchors cannot be reached.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, and stared at the barrage in her live broadcast room.

Yingying blue light illuminated his side face, and a smooth line of light disappeared from his cheek to the side of his neck.

Found similar clues

In other words, Chen Mo and the others also realized the role of the final banquet and the role of the female ghost in 208 in the whole process?

Suddenly, in the dead silence, a very soft sound, like something shattering, suddenly sounded: .

"Crack."

"?"

Wen Jianyan was startled, raised her head hastily, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Under the faint light of the flashlight, a thin gap suddenly appeared on the wall, as if it was rapidly starting to crack. Dense, spider web-like cracks began to emerge from the wall, as if being propped up from the depths.

Oops!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, instantly realizing the current situation. see the current situation

I'm afraid this once-original copy is already in its final stages.

"Crack!"

The entire hotel seemed to be shaken by some invisible force, the ground under my feet began to shake, and the powder rustled from the gaps in the walls and ceiling.

The banquet begins, the prison opens, and the copy collapses.

Before the dungeon really collapses, the Nightmare will forcibly cut in, take over and seal the entire dungeon.

The shaking was greater.

Walls, ceilings, floors, all groaned and squeaked, everything crumbled and shattered.

Wen Jianyan was almost unable to stand upright, and stumbled while stumbling, trying to find balance.

"Clap!"

The oil painting hanging on the wall was shaking and fell to the ground, revealing the wall behind it. Half of the wall had collapsed, revealing a big, dark hole.

Wen Jianyan was stunned and looked towards the hole.

The hole in the wall is bottomless, as if a passage to the unknown, black and dark, as if it can suck people into it. It was almost exactly the same as what happened in the Ouroboros in memory.

Wen Jianyan stumbled towards the hole.

However, before he could reach the entrance of the cave, he stumbled over the picture frame that was lying on the side.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was startled, and hurriedly supported the wall beside him, trying to stabilize his body, but in the next second, a strong burning sensation rose from his lower abdomen. Underfoot, an invisible attraction came from the empty oil painting.

Countless dark shadows poured out from the painting, like cold hands, firmly grasping Wen Jianyan's arms, calves, wrists, and ankles.

Under the unstoppable force of pulling, Wen Jianyan's hand on the wall loosened. There was a scream in his throat, and then he fell into the oil painting.

Darkness covered the field of vision.

Wen Jianyan felt that he was falling, falling continuously for a moment.

The icy shadow locked his throat like a hinge, making him almost breathless. He could only struggle in the air with nowhere to go, tearing at the invisible force that hounded his body.

"boom!"

Finally, Wen Jianyan fell heavily to the ground.

"Well!"

He groaned, feeling that his internal organs seemed to be displaced because of this.

Although he was dizzy from the fall, the strength that had been imprisoned on his neck just now disappeared, and his limbs finally regained their freedom.

Oh shit

This copy is the second time.

Wen Jianyan lay on the ground, panting violently.

As time passed, his vision swayed, and gradually returned to normal.

Wen Jianyan put one hand on the ground and straightened up.

What appeared in front of me was a completely unexpected location.

The tall, wide corridor at the top could hardly be seen. The corridor was dark. His mobile phone turned on the flashlight and fell beside him, dispelling a little darkness. With the weak light, you can vaguely see that there are large and small picture frames hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor, and not a single picture is extending into the distance.

The burning sensation in the hip bone deepened again for some reason.

The lines that were carved into the flesh and blood were constantly hot under the skin, as if sending a message to Wen Jianyan - the existence that imprinted on him is nearby.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand subconsciously and pressed it on his hip bone.

Through the thin cloth, he could clearly feel a small patch of skin below which was faintly releasing heat.

According to the previous inference, the Prosperous Hotel as a prison is now being destroyed, and the bug has begun to spread, which means that the fragments of the witch candle should appear soon.

Is this fragment of the witch candle a past image, or is it an image of the past?

Numerous questions were intertwined in his mind, causing Wen Jianyan to feel restless.

However, under the current circumstances, even if he wants to break his head, I am afraid there is no way to come up with an answer. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, then picked up the flashlight and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

Wen Jianyan cautiously glanced to the side, and after careful observation confirmed one thing: yes, this is indeed the corridor in the frame shop.

Whether it's the wall or the paintings hanging on the wall, it's almost exactly the same as in my memory.

Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked over her head.

The top of his head was pitch black, and he couldn't find where he fell from now.

But he knew clearly that he was dragged into the oil painting in Room 208 before entering here.

He looked back, frowning slightly.

Outside the Xingwang Hotel is a small town, inside the town is a street, and deep in the street is a painting shop, and the portraits in the corridor of the painting shop communicate with the oil paintings in Xingwang Hotel. Interesting loop design.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at the time.

There are less than ten minutes left until the end of the copy.

But the strange thing is that the passage of time no longer follows the normal law. The number that changes every second sometimes seems to change every three or four seconds, as if entering another tricky space. Inside, everything became uncontrollable and the live broadcast room seemed to be disconnected again.

It seems that, according to the current situation, he can only continue to move forward.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and subconsciously turned the cold and heavy Ouroboros ring at the base of her finger.

Although I'm not sure if Mengtong is really offline now, but once there is a situation that cannot be dealt with here, I can use the snake in my hand, and the witch candle fragment in the state protector, so that I can make use of it. He's going to deal with his own hurdles anyway, and that's sort of a backup plan when he's cornered.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, settled down, and walked forward again.

Although this corridor and this frame shop are all part of the Xingwang Hotel, for some unknown reason, it does not seem to be affected by the collapse of the copy.

Everything from the Xinjiang calendar that was directly sold before, whether it was Cui Jue’s extraction, enhanced cracking, or the location of the back image, was not at the level of the Hubei dynasty, but carefully arranged the calm at the beginning of the terminal, as if it would always happen. When you reach the city market, you will have celebration. Even if time changes, there will be no changes.

It was frighteningly quiet here, and there was an eerie stillness that seemed to make one's breath stagnate. In the dead silence, only a lonely footstep could be heard echoing hollowly.

Wen Jianyan walked forward step by step, the slightly shaking flashlight light could barely illuminate the area in front of him. The further forward he walked, the temperature at his hip bone seemed to increase a little, as if guiding him.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

The flashlight light moved down slightly and landed on the ground.

Is it blood?

The ground was splattered with messy bloodstains, and it looked like it had been through a tragic battle.

Beyond the half-dried blood, a string of messy footprints stretched far away, extending—

Wen Jianyan subconsciously accelerated her pace and ran forward along the string of bloody footprints.

The footsteps gradually became faster.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something and stopped suddenly.

The sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared, and the corridor returned to silence again.

Wen Jianyan stood there without saying a word, looking straight into the darkness ahead, while the flashlight in his hand slowly lifted——

At the end of the slightly swaying pale light, a figure was lying motionless in the middle of the corridor. Below him was a pool of blood that was gradually spreading, and a half-finished painting.

Above the picture, there is a familiar, tired and sharp face.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

Hugo? !