Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Compared with ten minutes ago, it seems that earth-shaking changes have taken place here.

The entire Xingwang Hotel was shrouded in a spooky aura, and there was a faint, looming rancid smell floating in the air, lingering around everyone's head, lingering.

At the end of the corridor was a dark red door. Under the light, the heavy door showed a color like half-frozen blood.

Outside the door, everyone has arrived.

Each of them has already put on the same straight uniform, and their faces are covered by pale masks, only the color and number on the breastplates are different.

The atmosphere was so heavy and oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Everyone knows that this is the last and most important part of the [Prosperous Hotel] dungeon.

The hotel manager stepped forward and put his hand on the door.

There was only a creak, and the heavy door slowly opened in front of everyone.

Inside the door is the familiar empty hall, inside is a long table that can accommodate fifteen people. On the snow-white tablecloth, there are dinner plates one by one.

It was a crude, brass plate that looked old and stained. Next to the dinner plate, there is a small candlestick with unlit candles on it.

Near the gate, there is a small reception desk, and a lighted lantern is quietly placed on the table. This is exactly the one that the hotel manager was holding in his hand when he led them to the staff rest area several times before. However, this time, it emits a faint red light, which is particularly dim in the bright hall.

Everything looked very strange.

The hotel manager turned around and looked at the anchors in front of him:

"The dinner will start in ten minutes. Please show your 100% enthusiasm for work and provide perfect service to the guests. As long as you do a good job, you will get generous tips." In Wei Wei, glowing red Under the bright lights, the hotel manager's pale and fuzzy face with the corners of his mouth upturned looked particularly terrifying, like a dead corpse, but he still made a mechanical sound:

"First of all, don't keep customers waiting."

"You have to light the candlesticks on the table before you can start serving the guests."

"Be sure to deliver the food before the candle burns out."

The hotel manager didn't say what the streamers would pay if they violated the rules, but everyone knew they didn't want to experience it for themselves.

After saying these things, the hotel manager stepped in first and stood behind the front desk.

Under the watchful eyes of those two black eye sockets, the anchors braced themselves and stepped forward to stand behind it.

Wen Jianyan was about to move forward, but his wrist was pulled. ""

He paused, turned slightly to look around.

Since there was no mirror, he couldn't see Wu Zhu's figure, he could only see an empty space, but the touch on his wrist was indeed real, and he was sure of it. The cold palm held his tightly, and the fingers tightened, not allowing him to pull away.

"……how"

Under the mask, Wen Jianyan lowered his voice and asked.

The anchors around him were filing in, and he couldn't stand there for too long, otherwise he would attract unnecessary attention.

There was silence all around.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt that his palm was spread out, and then, the cold fingertips began to draw strokes in his palm. glance...

Wen Jianyan was startled, and suddenly realized what Wu Zhu was writing.

【Do not】

……Do not? ?

why no?

Before Wen Jianyan could figure it out, the force on his wrist loosened.

The cold fingers disappeared, and the skin below was exposed to the air, bringing a chill.

Wen Jianyan stood there in a daze.

The anchor next to me is almost finished.

Wen Jianyan suddenly came back to his senses, he took a step and hurriedly followed.

In the empty banquet hall, the smiling, pale hotel manager stood at the front desk, waiting quietly. The anchors stood behind it, each with their own concerns.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and touched her wrist subconsciously.

Wu Zhu couldn't enter the final banquet venue. Wen Jianyan had thought of this before. After all, no matter how much this dungeon was eroded by bugs, it was still under the control of the succubus.

In the "prison", the "jailor" still exists.

Under this premise, it is natural that Wu Zhu, who is a prisoner, cannot enter it.

However, what Wen Jianyan didn't expect was...

Before leaving, Wu Zhu actually left him such a "message."

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and stared at her open palm. "..."

In the palm of the hand, the temperature of the fingertips of the other party seems to be like a shadow, the coldness at the beginning has faded away, and now there is only a burning that cannot be ignored.

"Do not"

why no

don't go in don't leave or some other message

While Wen Jianyan was meditating, the temperature of the air around him suddenly began to drop, and a cold wind blew from the end of the corridor, wrapped in a generally gloomy and rotten atmosphere, which made people shiver subconsciously. Wen Jianyan was startled, then raised her head hastily, and looked out of the open door.

"Zi...Zi Zi..."

Under the influence of some unknown force, the light bulb at the end of the corridor began to flicker, and the light flickered on and off.

Then, footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Da da da.

A vague figure appeared under the dark red light, walking towards this side step by step.

In an instant, everyone's heart rate accelerated, and they couldn't help holding their breath.

here we go.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the originally dim lights turned scarlet like blood, just like in the elevator before. In the dazzling blood-colored corridor, the number of stiff figures gradually increased. One, two, three...  

The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the "residents" walked towards the door with stiff steps.

The red light falls on their expressionless pale faces with fuzzy facial features. Even if you just look at them from a distance, you can't help but feel a huge shock.

A rotten smell drifted down the corridor, and the air had almost dropped to freezing point, making it shiveringly cold.

Everyone raised their vigilance to the highest level, and were nervously waiting.

Soon, the first "guest" walked into the banquet venue.

Wen Jianyan held her breath, staring at its pale, stiff side face that seemed to be poured with wax, and watched it walk into the hall step by step, as if being pulled by some invisible force, she sat down in front of one of the tables. Down, followed by the second, the third, the fourth.

After sitting until five, the corridor was emptied.

The lights in the corridor no longer flickered, and the previous dazzling blood-like color gradually faded, turning into a normal dim red.

Five residents sat at the table, motionless.

"let's start."

The hotel manager turned to look at the "regular employees" who were waiting by the side, and said, "The dishes are over there."

It points in a certain direction down the hall.

There, there is a very obvious window, and there are many dinner plates lined up in the window, and there is something quietly placed on the dinner plates.

Huang Mao took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and looked in that direction.

He was startled.

Those dinner plates did not contain any terrifying things that challenged the limits of human physiology, such as eyeballs, hearts, heads... nothing at all. On the contrary, there is a badge on each plate. The numbers on it are black and red.

It is cold and squarely placed in the center of the dinner plate, looking lifeless.

However, everyone knows that behind every plate is a living life.

Huang Mao retreated and whispered to his team members: "Yes, it's the badge."

"By the way, you can take away the generous tips you got from the guests,"

The hotel manager seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at the anchors behind him, and said calmly: "Of course, you can withdraw and use it now."

Down below, the black anchors were all shocked.

But the anchor of the red party didn't seem to be surprised. They exchanged glances with each other quickly, as if they had already expected the emergence of this situation.

Just listen to the hotel manager continue to say: "You can use a tip of 20 yuan to exchange for an extra badge at the front desk. Of course, if you accidentally lose your badge and you can't move, you can also ask your partner to go to the front desk to help you. To buy a badge, of course, each person only has one chance."

Hearing this, even the red anchor, who had already learned some information in advance, couldn't help being slightly shocked.

After surviving in the copy of Prosperous Hotel for such a long time, they have already fully understood the importance of the badge in this copy.

It is closely related to the life of the wearer. If the badge is seized, the anchor will also fall into a state of suspended animation. If the anchor dies, the badge on them will also disappear.

Even at the last banquet, the "meals" given to the guests were all human badges. In other words, in this dungeon, the badge is life.

Then, as long as there are enough "tips", even if you die during this banquet, you can buy a second life.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. fine.

It seemed that everything was as he expected.

Among all the people, he was the only one who participated in the instance of Changsheng Mansion and realized the connection between the two instances. In the Prosperity Building, all the Ming coins earned have ways to be consumed, but in [Prosperity Hotel], there is no way. Exactly, in the original Thrive Hotel, but not in the mirror copy.

Since all dungeon mechanisms are blocked from the mirror, no matter whether they enter the clothing store or the mask store, they don't need to pay any fees.

If this is the case, in the entire dungeon, Mingbi will only have the responsibility of "measuring the outcome of both sides" imposed by Nightmare. This prop cannot form any formed "mechanism" in the dungeon, and cannot achieve a closed loop. After fighting Nightmare for so long, Wen Jianyan knew that the possibility of this happening was very low.

Not to mention, they have now left the mirror copy created by Nightmare, and come to the real copy that relies on the reorganization of the real world. Then, in the following "banquet", these ghost coins will definitely have more uses, not just a measure of the outcome of the two sides.

Will you buy props like Changsheng Building?

No, not very likely.

Wen Jianyan denied this possibility in his mind.

The Xingwang Hotel dungeon is coming to an end, and most of the data frames of the dungeon have been touched by them. In this case, giving props that have never appeared before will undoubtedly destroy the integrity of the dungeon, and it will also damage the teams of both sides. Therefore, Mingbi is most likely to be used to buy lives.

In other words... this is its original and original purpose.

Moreover, with Nightmare's temperament, the price will definitely not be low.

Because only in this way will the muddy water be stirred up and conflicts intensified...no one will be spared.

You know, they have worked hard for two full days before, and the amount of coins earned by each team is only a few tens of yuan. Even if they earn more coins at the banquet, but if they really consume a lot , no matter which side is unable to hold on, after all, their goal is not only to survive, but also to [win].

If there are too many staff reductions, forcing them to consume Ming coins, then it will give the lagging party a chance to catch up.

More importantly, after giving more ways to consume real coins... Once the final competition reaches a fierce stage, in order to win and survive, the anchor may even take the initiative to reduce the number of regular employees on his own. The number of bait anchors is limited, once they need more tips to support more guests, then they must point the finger at their own people.

All the anchors present are experienced and senior anchors, so naturally they all thought of this.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became more and more dangerous, and the whole banquet became complicated and confusing.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and rubbed the side of his knuckles slightly.

But... this is good news for him.

On the long table not far away, there were five residents sitting fixedly. Their bodies were straight, exuding a cold breath, as if they were waiting for something.

"Captain, we..."

A member of the black team leaned closer to the gentleman's ear and whispered.

The gentleman didn't answer.

His eyes rolled slightly under the mask, scanning everyone in front of him.

After wearing a uniform dress and a pale mask, everyone present looks almost exactly the same, and it is difficult to separate them from other people around them, let alone find a specific person from them. To make matters worse, the masks worn by everyone have certain supernatural effects, which can not only interfere with the judgment of ghosts, but also interfere with the use of system props. This also means that they have no way to use props to find the captain on the opposite side.

The gentleman looked not far away, and his eyes fell on a red anchor wearing a badge with the number [regular employee 001].

Obviously, only the captain of the opponent has the strength to wear this badge, but... the gentleman's gaze moved down and landed on the bulging chest of the man wearing the mask.

Whether it is height, frame, or body shape, it is undoubtedly a woman. It is almost the opposite of Pinocchio himself.

Obviously, the other party did this on purpose.

Pinocchio may have used his appearance, or he may simply have given his badge to other members of the team to wear...

Smoke bomb?

Is it misleading or something else?

Gentlemen are not sure, and dare not act rashly.

After all, he has eaten a lot before, and lost money many times, so when he saw this red square woman wearing the No. 001 breastplate majestically, he fell into a difficult situation where he could not make a choice. It felt really bad.

"Stand still." The gentleman frowned, looked away, and replied in a low voice.

The banquet has just begun, and they haven't even fully figured out the internal rules of the banquet. There is no need to start a war with the red side at this time. Several people around nodded and stopped talking.

While thinking about it, the anchors started to move.

The black and red anchors exchanged a few words internally at the same time, and then selected several anchors to leave the team and walked towards the place where the dinner plates were placed.

The whole process seems simple, but no one dares to let down their vigilance.

The anchor chosen by the red side is Chen Mo, and two members from each of the other two teams.

Chen Mo has rich experience, is calm and meticulous. Before joining Wen Jianyan's team, he was the team leader, and he is able to deal with most situations when he is alone. And the choices of the other two red teams are not bad. They are basically all experienced, well-balanced development, and strong life-saving teammates from their own teams.

A few people wearing masks came to the window, each picked up a dinner plate, then turned around, approaching the table vigilantly and carefully. The five "guests" were still sitting motionless at the table, with old and mottled copper plates in front of them. A cold atmosphere enveloped the entire hall.

With a plate in his hand, Chen Mo walked towards the dining table step by step.

Among the empty dinner plates, there is only a badge with a number on it, which makes this scene even more comical.

As the regular employees approached, the temperature in the air began to drop rapidly. Even the other anchors who stayed in front of the front desk felt the abnormal coldness.

"Zi...Zi Zi..."

The lights in the hall were disturbed by some force and became unstable.

The light, which was still considered bright just now, gradually dimmed under the helpless gaze of the crowd.

When a few anchors with dinner plates came to the area near the table, the entire hall was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness, and the visibility was reduced to within two meters. Only the lantern placed at the front desk was still barely visible. Lights up like a big red pupil

In the distance, the outline of the dining table can be vaguely seen, but it is impossible to know exactly what happened in front of it.

Huangmao lowered his voice and said:

"...I can't see clearly either."

In the undetectable darkness, everyone held their breath and waited quietly. Soon, with a soft "cha", a red candle lit up, slightly dispelling some of the sight in front of them. In the darkness, everyone was shocked, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the candlelight.

Soon, one after another, red candles lit up one after another.

The scarlet, blood-like dim light illuminated the pale and cold faces of the residents. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying scene of hell.

In the thick darkness and blurred light and shadow, they could only vaguely see the actions of the anchors carrying the dinner plates, but they couldn't observe them in detail.

In the air, the rotten smell was even heavier, as if some animal had died in the middle of the room, it made people want to vomit.

In the distance, everyone waited in fear.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was heart-wrenchingly long.

Finally, the red candles began to go out one by one, and the power that disturbed the lights began to disappear.

The darkness in the hall began to dissipate little by little. The rotten smell gradually faded.

ended?

The same idea popped up in everyone's mind.

As if confirming their guess, several figures quickly ran towards this direction.

They were dressed in waiter's clothes, with masks covering their facial features, and their breaths were chaotic and hurried under the masks. It is undoubtedly the anchor.

"finished."

Chen Mo was short of breath and said panting.

"What happened?" Huangmao lowered his voice and asked nervously.

The purpose of the first person is to personally find out the possible risks of the banquet. Therefore, those who come back alive must inform their teammates of what happened before in detail.

"We headed towards the table with the plates in hand. The further we walked, the darker the light became." Chen Mo calmed down and began to tell.

Even now that it was all over, he thought back with horror.

As the light was deprived, the cold and stiff figure of the resident in front became more and more clear. The pale face with invisible facial features was motionless, staring at the front tightly, which made people feel frightened.

"There is a match for a candle on the table," Chen Mo said, "but its purpose is not to light the candle, but to take my blood."

"what?"

The people around were all shocked.

"The moment I struck a match, my fingertip was scratched by something invisible," Chen Mo said, stretching out his hand to show them the wound on his index fingertip.

The wound was still very fresh, as if it had just been born, but the surrounding flesh was white and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Also, while the candle was burning, I had the feeling that blood was still being drained."

Chen Mo's face turned pale under the mask, as if trying to overcome some psychological shadow, he said with great difficulty, "Besides, when I started to bleed, the guest' found me."

He still clearly remembers every scene that just happened.

The blood was swallowed from the wound, and a cluster of red flames emerged from the originally motionless candlestick on the table. The strange red light enveloped him, finally dispelling the sticky and thick darkness. Chen Mo just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to continue the next action, suddenly his back felt cold. A feeling of "being targeted" came over him, making his hair stand on end.

He turned his head subconsciously, but he met a pair of dark, emotionless cold eyes.

Is a guest.

Listening to Chen Mo's narration, Wen Jianyan fell into deep thought.

As he had guessed before, the essence of the banquet was the same as that on the fourth floor of the Changsheng Building. Whether it is the red light to attract ghosts or the offerings made to ghosts, they all have very similar mechanisms.

In the little epilogue. Before serving the "stranger", their faces are covered with masks that can block the breath and confuse the game, so they will not be regarded as human beings. At the same time as the opportunity, it also exposed its own existence

If the meal representing the human soul is not delivered in time within this period, then the employee who delivers the meal will be treated as food first and attacked by ghosts. This is why, the hotel manager said, the candlesticks on the table must be lit before the guests can be served, and the food must be served before the candles burn out. If the first one is not completed, then the eating rule cannot be triggered.

If the second day is not completed, then the employee will take over and become the object of being eaten.

The real danger, then, is the short period between lighting the candles and serving the guests. It sounds simple, but it is actually dangerous.

You must know that before this, the conflicts and confrontations between them and the ghosts were all separated by a mirror image created by a nightmare, but now it is different, there is no barrier between them and the ghosts. In other words, they were going to face an emotionless and very hungry ghost in such a short distance... Although the time was not long, it was enough for the anchors to drink a pot.

They sent three people just now, but only two came back. In other words, the person who did not come back should be dead.

"...Anyway, that's about it."

Chen Mo condensed his thrilling experience just now into a few words, and said it simply.

Although his description was very concise, it can be seen from his unsteady tone and rapid breathing that Chen Mo did not deal with it easily. The degree of danger in this process, even for a senior anchor like him, is considered a fluke.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the account.

During this trip, Chen Mo earned them a tip of five yuan.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Hei Fang without any trace.

Over there, he was also discussing something in a low voice with his surviving team members.

It seems that they have basically figured out the rules of serving food at the banquet, and the actions there will not be as conservative as before.

Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something.

He frowned, and once again turned around among the opponent's team.

Like them, the black team sent three people before, but, according to his observation just now, it seems that only two people came back.

In other words, they sent a total of six anchors here, and four came back. However, there are five guests in total!

The moment she realized this, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly, she turned her head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the dining table.

The darkness was still dissipating.

On the edge of the empty long table covered with a white tablecloth, the figures of four cold and stiff residents have disappeared, but at the end of the table, there is still a figure left.

It sat upright by the table, and the candle next to it had been extinguished, showing a dazzling bright red like bleeding. There was blood dripping on the dinner plate, and there were two pale human faces quietly placed on it.

As if it had just been peeled off from a human face, the edges were bloody and uneven, with sticky blood trickling downwards.

The sinister owner seemed to have experienced something extremely terrifying before he was alive, his empty eyelids and mouth were wide open, and his expression was distorted. Death suspected the fear on those two dead faces. That kind of unwillingness and resentment, almost To break free, come free, come free, come free, come free,

The darkness continued to dissipate.

The figure sitting at the dining table became more and more clear.

"...!"

The moment she saw the resident's figure clearly, Wen Jianyan's pupils constricted, and she almost forgot how to breathe.

is a female.

Wearing a white dress, with blurred facial features and empty eyes, even if you just stare at it from a distance, it is chilling.

is her!

The owner of the notebook is also the woman in the painting who has been controlling their schedule in the mirror world.

While Wen Jianyan was still in shock, Chen Mo's tense voice came from next to his ear: "Oops, look outside the hall."

Wen Jianyan restrained the turbulent waves in his heart, forced himself to look away, turned his head, and followed Chen Mo's guidance. Looking out of the hall. I don't know when it started, the lights outside the hall began to flicker violently again. This time, the flickering frequency was even much higher than before.

In the dim and reddish light, several figures gradually appeared, one by one, bloodless, mask-like faces moved under the light, approaching in this direction. Those dark, stiff, straight shadows almost merged into one in the darkness.

It is the second wave of "guests".

One, two, three...

Wen Jianyan counted silently in her heart.

This time, there are seven in total.

Even more than before.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

At that moment, the size of the long table flashed in his mind.

"!"

As if suddenly realizing something, Wen Jianyan couldn't help being shocked.

These guests who participated in the "banquet" did not come at one time, but came in waves. A table can accommodate fifteen people, that is to say, they may need to serve ten people at a time. Five "guests"! When the blood boil starts, the mask's camouflage effect is lost.

Even if the anchor delivers meals to the ghost in charge of serving him in time and sends him away, if there are ghosts in the two seats next to him, and the anchor serving them fails...

Then, what this anchor is facing is not just facing a ghost in a very short distance.

But two, three...

even more!

A strong sense of crisis hit, causing Wen Jianyan to breathe faster.

At this moment, he finally realized why Nightmare was so merciful in this banquet and gave them a chance to buy their lives with tips. In addition to leading more disputes between the anchors and making the outcome of the last two teams more confusing, there is another more important reason.

That is, the difficulty of this banquet is too high. If you don't do this, once the number of anchors is reduced to a certain limit...

No one can live.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "This time, Yun Bilan, Zhong Shan, Mat, and Mubai go."

Naturally, Yun Bilan's abilities needless to say, Xizi and Mubai are the captains of the other two red team teams, their strength is beyond doubt, and although Zhong Shan is a bit slippery, his ability to save lives is still top-notch.

"Remember every key point of the welcome alliance", give priority to the guests who are near the team, so that after lighting candles, they can understand each other, especially those who are the same. In order not to be hindered by other people's mistakes, they have to stop dealing with one-two, or even one-vs-three situations. "

"Remember, after lighting the candles, activate the props immediately, and try not to use talents. We still have a tough battle to fight, and talents are not worth wasting in this situation."

"Finally," Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and turned slightly to look in the direction of the table.

On the long table, there was only one resident sitting motionless. Two torn faces were placed on the plate on the table, and his breath was cold and stiff.

"Stay away from that resident and do not serve it under any circumstances."

The magnitude of this guest is unusual.

Not only because it killed two anchors in a row, but more importantly, according to the information Wen Jianyan has obtained so far, it is actually the source of all these weirdnesses, and it is the reason why the whole town has become a dead city. , the cause of the horror of the first day,

Although the same body was used, Wen Jianji didn’t feel that it was used for himself in the well before. The teacher who had been working hard, to be precise, it just borrowed the teacher’s body as a container and prop , is Li Qi's in human blood, but it is a different, more evil, and more terrifying existence.

Even if it becomes a "resident", it will be even more terrifying.

Therefore, out of caution, Wen Jianyan didn't want his teammates to face it head-on, but hoped to wait and see what happened for a while.

Soon, while he was speaking, the second wave of residents had already entered the hall, walking slowly and strangely, and sat down at the long dining table.

"Go, be careful." Wen Jianyan's voice was very low, almost a whisper.

Several people nodded, took a step forward, and walked forward.

In the same way, Black also sent out a second wave of players, the same number of four.

The process was almost exactly the same as last time. When the anchors picked up the plates and started walking towards the dining table, the lights in the hall began to flicker crazily, and the heavy darkness that was thick and almost impenetrable by sight descended, overwhelming the entire place. The hall is deep. The anchors who stayed behind the front desk couldn't see what was happening in the distance at all, they could only smell the rotten smell that gradually increased. This time, the rotten smell was deeper. Even if they were far away, it was almost nauseating.

In the direction of the dining table, faint, red candles lit up one by one.

One, two, three...

All eight lights are on.

Wen Jianyan heard her heart beating violently, pounding against her ribs.

Soon, the faint red candles went out one by one, the darkness covering the hall began to dissipate, and the light gradually reappeared.

In the darkness, four figures ran towards this direction. All survived.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved his fingers, and before he knew it, his palms were already drenched with sweat.

However, when he was about to walk in front of him, one of them suddenly lost his foot and fell to his knees with a plop, which shocked everyone severely.

As if he had lost his restraint, the mask on his face was loosened, and Gululu fell aside. Under the mask was a bloody, horrific face.

It is Zhong Shan.

He is dead.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill on his back, and his hairs stood on end. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the dining table.

The darkness gradually dissipated. This time, five of the eight figures at the table left, and three remained. Obviously, Zhong Shan's face was left on the dinner plate of one of the three of them.

On the other hand, Black also reduces the number of players by two people.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes under the mask.

If this is the first kill, the consumption rate of this person can still be understood. However, this is when they have figured out the rules of the banquet and he is cautious enough, but so many people still died , it is really not quite right. Moreover, the black side and they have almost the same information, so they will be equally cautious in sending people this time, and will not send ordinary people who are fishing for fish.

However, even so, there have been downsizing.

In this case...

Then, the degree of terror of these residents is obviously divided into high and low levels. Ordinary ones are very easy to be sent away, while those with high levels of terror, such as the woman in white, obviously want to survive the contest with them. It's not that simple anymore.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked in the direction of the dining table again.

The darkness has almost dissipated.

This time, there were three guests left at the table.

On each of their plates was a bloody face, as if it had been peeled off alive, exuding a foul and rotten smell.

"here we go again."

Huangmao said in a low voice.

As if not giving them any chance to breathe, outside the corridor, the lights flickered on and off again, and several figures appeared again in the scarlet and cold corridor.

"this time……"

Huang Mao's voice was slightly choked, and he said tremblingly: "There are ten."

Ten guests.

But this time, there were three guests left on the table, that is to say, there would only be two vacancies.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help shivering.

He knew that this was probably one step closer to the horror scene he predicted before.

Suddenly, not far behind, there was a harsh "squeak" sound, like the sound made when the legs of a chair rubbed against the ground. ""

Everyone was startled, turned their heads suddenly, and looked in the direction of the voice.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a resident was getting up slowly. The chair behind it was pushed back, rubbing against the ground, making a sharp sound, which made everyone's hearts twitch. It was that A woman in white with a blurry face.

It stood up.

In front of it, on the blood-stained brass dinner plate, there were three faces.

...

Staring at the face without specific facial features, everyone's backs broke out in a layer of cold sweat.

The same goes for Wen Jianyan.

However, after standing up, it did nothing else.

He just stood silently in front of his own position, motionless, like a long-dead corpse, quietly waiting for something. No one dared to underestimate its unexpected move.

"..."

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and was slightly taken aback.

Before the banquet began, in addition to telling them to light the candles before serving, and to finish serving before the candles burned out, the hotel manager also reminded them of another thing. To be precise, this is actually the first rule it told them.

【Don't keep customers waiting】

Looking at the woman in white who was standing straight in front of her seat not far away, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of white sweat on her back.

What happens if you wait too long?

"I'll go this time."

Wen Jianyan said in a low voice.

This guest must be sent away during the serving period, otherwise, they may encounter a horrible scene that they never want to happen next.

Black's side.

"Captain, what do you think?" The team members looked at the woman in white standing not far away in surprise, lowered their voices, and asked Anis, and the two gentlemen asked. In the corridor behind, the footsteps of more residents are approaching. In any case, these ten new residents are about to enter the hall.

The gentleman glanced at the area of ​​the red square without any trace, and suddenly said, "I think it is impossible for Pinocchio to sit still this time." He still had the indifferent and elegant appearance, and said lightly:

"Even if he doesn't show up, he will let the players who are closer to him and have more ability to act-this is a good opportunity."

"nature."

Anis moved his lips, raised the corners of his mouth under the mask, and showed a sinister smile. He moved his shoulders and said, "Go, let's act together this time." Compared with ten minutes ago, here It's like there's been an earth-shaking change.

The entire Xingwang Hotel was shrouded in a spooky aura, and there was a faint, looming rancid smell floating in the air, lingering around everyone's head, lingering.

At the end of the corridor was a dark red door. Under the light, the heavy door showed a color like half-frozen blood.

Outside the door, everyone has arrived.

Each of them has already put on the same straight uniform, and their faces are covered by pale masks, only the color and number on the breastplates are different.

The atmosphere was so heavy and oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Everyone knows that this is the last and most important part of the [Prosperous Hotel] dungeon.

The hotel manager stepped forward and put his hand on the door.

There was only a creak, and the heavy door slowly opened in front of everyone.

Inside the door is the familiar empty hall, inside is a long table that can accommodate fifteen people. On the snow-white tablecloth, there are dinner plates one by one.

It was a crude, brass plate that looked old and stained. Next to the dinner plate, there is a small candlestick with unlit candles on it.

Near the gate, there is a small reception desk, and a lighted lantern is quietly placed on the table. This is exactly the one that the hotel manager was holding in his hand when he led them to the staff rest area several times before. However, this time, it emits a faint red light, which is particularly dim in the bright hall.

Everything looked very strange.

The hotel manager turned around and looked at the anchors in front of him:

"The dinner will start in ten minutes. Please show your 100% enthusiasm for work and provide perfect service to the guests. As long as you do a good job, you will get generous tips." In Wei Wei, glowing red Under the bright lights, the hotel manager's pale and fuzzy face with the corners of his mouth upturned looked particularly terrifying, like a dead corpse, but he still made a mechanical sound:

"First of all, don't keep customers waiting."

"You have to light the candlesticks on the table before you can start serving the guests."

"Be sure to deliver the food before the candle burns out."

The hotel manager didn't say what the streamers would pay if they violated the rules, but everyone knew they didn't want to experience it for themselves.

After saying these things, the hotel manager stepped in first and stood behind the front desk.

Under the watchful eyes of those two black eye sockets, the anchors braced themselves and stepped forward to stand behind it.

Wen Jianyan was about to move forward, but his wrist was pulled. ""

He paused, turned slightly to look around.

Since there was no mirror, he couldn't see Wu Zhu's figure, he could only see an empty space, but the touch on his wrist was indeed real, and he was sure of it. The cold palm held his tightly, and the fingers tightened, not allowing him to pull away.

"……how"

Under the mask, Wen Jianyan lowered his voice and asked.

The anchors around him were filing in, and he couldn't stand there for too long, otherwise he would attract unnecessary attention.

There was silence all around.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt that his palm was spread out, and then, the cold fingertips began to draw strokes in his palm. glance...

Wen Jianyan was startled, and suddenly realized what Wu Zhu was writing.

【Do not】

……Do not? ?

why no?

Before Wen Jianyan could figure it out, the force on his wrist loosened.

The cold fingers disappeared, and the skin below was exposed to the air, bringing a chill.

Wen Jianyan stood there in a daze.

The anchor next to me is almost finished.

Wen Jianyan suddenly came back to his senses, he took a step and hurriedly followed.

In the empty banquet hall, the smiling, pale hotel manager stood at the front desk, waiting quietly. The anchors stood behind it, each with their own concerns.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and touched her wrist subconsciously.

Wu Zhu couldn't enter the final banquet venue. Wen Jianyan had thought of this before. After all, no matter how much this dungeon was eroded by bugs, it was still under the control of the succubus.

In the "prison", the "jailor" still exists.

Under this premise, it is natural that Wu Zhu, who is a prisoner, cannot enter it.

However, what Wen Jianyan didn't expect was...

Before leaving, Wu Zhu actually left him such a "message."

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and stared at her open palm. "..."

In the palm of the hand, the temperature of the fingertips of the other party seems to be like a shadow, the coldness at the beginning has faded away, and now there is only a burning that cannot be ignored.

"Do not"

why no

don't go in don't leave or some other message

While Wen Jianyan was meditating, the temperature of the air around him suddenly began to drop, and a cold wind blew from the end of the corridor, wrapped in a generally gloomy and rotten atmosphere, which made people shiver subconsciously. Wen Jianyan was startled, then raised her head hastily, and looked out of the open door.

"Zi...Zi Zi..."

Under the influence of some unknown force, the light bulb at the end of the corridor began to flicker, and the light flickered on and off.

Then, footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Da da da.

A vague figure appeared under the dark red light, walking towards this side step by step.

In an instant, everyone's heart rate accelerated, and they couldn't help holding their breath.

here we go.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the originally dim lights turned scarlet like blood, just like in the elevator before. In the dazzling blood-colored corridor, the number of stiff figures gradually increased. One, two, three...  

The sound of dense footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the "residents" walked towards the door with stiff steps.

The red light falls on their expressionless pale faces with fuzzy facial features. Even if you just look at them from a distance, you can't help but feel a huge shock.

A rotten smell drifted down the corridor, and the air had almost dropped to freezing point, making it shiveringly cold.

Everyone raised their vigilance to the highest level, and were nervously waiting.

Soon, the first "guest" walked into the banquet venue.

Wen Jianyan held her breath, staring at its pale, stiff side face that seemed to be poured with wax, and watched it walk into the hall step by step, as if being pulled by some invisible force, she sat down in front of one of the tables. Down, followed by the second, the third, the fourth.

After sitting until five, the corridor was emptied.

The lights in the corridor no longer flickered, and the previous dazzling blood-like color gradually faded, turning into a normal dim red.

Five residents sat at the table, motionless.

"let's start."

The hotel manager turned to look at the "regular employees" who were waiting by the side, and said, "The dishes are over there."

It points in a certain direction down the hall.

There, there is a very obvious window, and there are many dinner plates lined up in the window, and there is something quietly placed on the dinner plates.

Huang Mao took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and looked in that direction.

He was startled.

Those dinner plates did not contain any terrifying things that challenged the limits of human physiology, such as eyeballs, hearts, heads... nothing at all. On the contrary, there is a badge on each plate. The numbers on it are black and red.

It is cold and squarely placed in the center of the dinner plate, looking lifeless.

However, everyone knows that behind every plate is a living life.

Huang Mao retreated and whispered to his team members: "Yes, it's the badge."

"By the way, you can take away the generous tips you got from the guests,"

The hotel manager seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at the anchors behind him, and said calmly: "Of course, you can withdraw and use it now."

Down below, the black anchors were all shocked.

But the anchor of the red party didn't seem to be surprised. They exchanged glances with each other quickly, as if they had already expected the emergence of this situation.

Just listen to the hotel manager continue to say: "You can use a tip of 20 yuan to exchange for an extra badge at the front desk. Of course, if you accidentally lose your badge and you can't move, you can also ask your partner to go to the front desk to help you. To buy a badge, of course, each person only has one chance."

Hearing this, even the red anchor, who had already learned some information in advance, couldn't help being slightly shocked.

After surviving in the copy of Prosperous Hotel for such a long time, they have already fully understood the importance of the badge in this copy.

It is closely related to the life of the wearer. If the badge is seized, the anchor will also fall into a state of suspended animation. If the anchor dies, the badge on them will also disappear.

Even at the last banquet, the "meals" given to the guests were all human badges. In other words, in this dungeon, the badge is life.

Then, as long as there are enough "tips", even if you die during this banquet, you can buy a second life.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. fine.

It seemed that everything was as he expected.

Among all the people, he was the only one who participated in the instance of Changsheng Mansion and realized the connection between the two instances. In the Prosperity Building, all the Ming coins earned have ways to be consumed, but in [Prosperity Hotel], there is no way. Exactly, in the original Thrive Hotel, but not in the mirror copy.

Since all dungeon mechanisms are blocked from the mirror, no matter whether they enter the clothing store or the mask store, they don't need to pay any fees.

If this is the case, in the entire dungeon, Mingbi will only have the responsibility of "measuring the outcome of both sides" imposed by Nightmare. This prop cannot form any formed "mechanism" in the dungeon, and cannot achieve a closed loop. After fighting Nightmare for so long, Wen Jianyan knew that the possibility of this happening was very low.

Not to mention, they have now left the mirror copy created by Nightmare, and come to the real copy that relies on the reorganization of the real world. Then, in the following "banquet", these ghost coins will definitely have more uses, not just a measure of the outcome of the two sides.

Will you buy props like Changsheng Building?

No, not very likely.

Wen Jianyan denied this possibility in his mind.

The Xingwang Hotel dungeon is coming to an end, and most of the data frames of the dungeon have been touched by them. In this case, giving props that have never appeared before will undoubtedly destroy the integrity of the dungeon, and it will also damage the teams of both sides. Therefore, Mingbi is most likely to be used to buy lives.

In other words... this is its original and original purpose.

Moreover, with Nightmare's temperament, the price will definitely not be low.

Because only in this way will the muddy water be stirred up and conflicts intensified...no one will be spared.

You know, they have worked hard for two full days before, and the amount of coins earned by each team is only a few tens of yuan. Even if they earn more coins at the banquet, but if they really consume a lot , no matter which side is unable to hold on, after all, their goal is not only to survive, but also to [win].

If there are too many staff reductions, forcing them to consume Ming coins, then it will give the lagging party a chance to catch up.

More importantly, after giving more ways to consume real coins... Once the final competition reaches a fierce stage, in order to win and survive, the anchor may even take the initiative to reduce the number of regular employees on his own. The number of bait anchors is limited, once they need more tips to support more guests, then they must point the finger at their own people.

All the anchors present are experienced and senior anchors, so naturally they all thought of this.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became more and more dangerous, and the whole banquet became complicated and confusing.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and rubbed the side of his knuckles slightly.

But... this is good news for him.

On the long table not far away, there were five residents sitting fixedly. Their bodies were straight, exuding a cold breath, as if they were waiting for something.

"Captain, we..."

A member of the black team leaned closer to the gentleman's ear and whispered.

The gentleman didn't answer.

His eyes rolled slightly under the mask, scanning everyone in front of him.

After wearing a uniform dress and a pale mask, everyone present looks almost exactly the same, and it is difficult to separate them from other people around them, let alone find a specific person from them. To make matters worse, the masks worn by everyone have certain supernatural effects, which can not only interfere with the judgment of ghosts, but also interfere with the use of system props. This also means that they have no way to use props to find the captain on the opposite side.

The gentleman looked not far away, and his eyes fell on a red anchor wearing a badge with the number [regular employee 001].

Obviously, only the captain of the opponent has the strength to wear this badge, but... the gentleman's gaze moved down and landed on the bulging chest of the man wearing the mask.

Whether it is height, frame, or body shape, it is undoubtedly a woman. It is almost the opposite of Pinocchio himself.

Obviously, the other party did this on purpose.

Pinocchio may have used his appearance, or he may simply have given his badge to other members of the team to wear...

Smoke bomb?

Is it misleading or something else?

Gentlemen are not sure, and dare not act rashly.

After all, he has eaten a lot before, and lost money many times, so when he saw this red square woman wearing the No. 001 breastplate majestically, he fell into a difficult situation where he could not make a choice. It felt really bad.

"Stand still." The gentleman frowned, looked away, and replied in a low voice.

The banquet has just begun, and they haven't even fully figured out the internal rules of the banquet. There is no need to start a war with the red side at this time. Several people around nodded and stopped talking.

While thinking about it, the anchors started to move.

The black and red anchors exchanged a few words internally at the same time, and then selected several anchors to leave the team and walked towards the place where the dinner plates were placed.

The whole process seems simple, but no one dares to let down their vigilance.

The anchor chosen by the red side is Chen Mo, and two members from each of the other two teams.

Chen Mo has rich experience, is calm and meticulous. Before joining Wen Jianyan's team, he was the team leader, and he is able to deal with most situations when he is alone. And the choices of the other two red teams are not bad. They are basically all experienced, well-balanced development, and strong life-saving teammates from their own teams.

A few people wearing masks came to the window, each picked up a dinner plate, then turned around, approaching the table vigilantly and carefully. The five "guests" were still sitting motionless at the table, with old and mottled copper plates in front of them. A cold atmosphere enveloped the entire hall.

With a plate in his hand, Chen Mo walked towards the dining table step by step.

Among the empty dinner plates, there is only a badge with a number on it, which makes this scene even more comical.

As the regular employees approached, the temperature in the air began to drop rapidly. Even the other anchors who stayed in front of the front desk felt the abnormal coldness.

"Zi...Zi Zi..."

The lights in the hall were disturbed by some force and became unstable.

The light, which was still considered bright just now, gradually dimmed under the helpless gaze of the crowd.

When a few anchors with dinner plates came to the area near the table, the entire hall was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness, and the visibility was reduced to within two meters. Only the lantern placed at the front desk was still barely visible. Lights up like a big red pupil

In the distance, the outline of the dining table can be vaguely seen, but it is impossible to know exactly what happened in front of it.

Huangmao lowered his voice and said:

"...I can't see clearly either."

In the undetectable darkness, everyone held their breath and waited quietly. Soon, with a soft "cha", a red candle lit up, slightly dispelling some of the sight in front of them. In the darkness, everyone was shocked, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the candlelight.

Soon, one after another, red candles lit up one after another.

The scarlet, blood-like dim light illuminated the pale and cold faces of the residents. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying scene of hell.

In the thick darkness and blurred light and shadow, they could only vaguely see the actions of the anchors carrying the dinner plates, but they couldn't observe them in detail.

In the air, the rotten smell was even heavier, as if some animal had died in the middle of the room, it made people want to vomit.

In the distance, everyone waited in fear.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was heart-wrenchingly long.

Finally, the red candles began to go out one by one, and the power that disturbed the lights began to disappear.

The darkness in the hall began to dissipate little by little. The rotten smell gradually faded.

ended?

The same idea popped up in everyone's mind.

As if confirming their guess, several figures quickly ran towards this direction.

They were dressed in waiter's clothes, with masks covering their facial features, and their breaths were chaotic and hurried under the masks. It is undoubtedly the anchor.

"finished."

Chen Mo was short of breath and said panting.

"What happened?" Huangmao lowered his voice and asked nervously.

The purpose of the first person is to personally find out the possible risks of the banquet. Therefore, those who come back alive must inform their teammates of what happened before in detail.

"We headed towards the table with the plates in hand. The further we walked, the darker the light became." Chen Mo calmed down and began to tell.

Even now that it was all over, he thought back with horror.

As the light was deprived, the cold and stiff figure of the resident in front became more and more clear. The pale face with invisible facial features was motionless, staring at the front tightly, which made people feel frightened.

"There is a match for a candle on the table," Chen Mo said, "but its purpose is not to light the candle, but to take my blood."

"what?"

The people around were all shocked.

"The moment I struck a match, my fingertip was scratched by something invisible," Chen Mo said, stretching out his hand to show them the wound on his index fingertip.

The wound was still very fresh, as if it had just been born, but the surrounding flesh was white and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Also, while the candle was burning, I had the feeling that blood was still being drained."

Chen Mo's face turned pale under the mask, as if trying to overcome some psychological shadow, he said with great difficulty, "Besides, when I started to bleed, the guest' found me."

He still clearly remembers every scene that just happened.

The blood was swallowed from the wound, and a cluster of red flames emerged from the originally motionless candlestick on the table. The strange red light enveloped him, finally dispelling the sticky and thick darkness. Chen Mo just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to continue the next action, suddenly his back felt cold. A feeling of "being targeted" came over him, making his hair stand on end.

He turned his head subconsciously, but he met a pair of dark, emotionless cold eyes.

Is a guest.

Listening to Chen Mo's narration, Wen Jianyan fell into deep thought.

As he had guessed before, the essence of the banquet was the same as that on the fourth floor of the Changsheng Building. Whether it is the red light to attract ghosts or the offerings made to ghosts, they all have very similar mechanisms.

In the little epilogue. Before serving the "stranger", their faces are covered with masks that can block the breath and confuse the game, so they will not be regarded as human beings. At the same time as the opportunity, it also exposed its own existence

If the meal representing the human soul is not delivered in time within this period, then the employee who delivers the meal will be treated as food first and attacked by ghosts. This is why, the hotel manager said, the candlesticks on the table must be lit before the guests can be served, and the food must be served before the candles burn out. If the first one is not completed, then the eating rule cannot be triggered.

If the second day is not completed, then the employee will take over and become the object of being eaten.

The real danger, then, is the short period between lighting the candles and serving the guests. It sounds simple, but it is actually dangerous.

You must know that before this, the conflicts and confrontations between them and the ghosts were all separated by a mirror image created by a nightmare, but now it is different, there is no barrier between them and the ghosts. In other words, they were going to face an emotionless and very hungry ghost in such a short distance... Although the time was not long, it was enough for the anchors to drink a pot.

They sent three people just now, but only two came back. In other words, the person who did not come back should be dead.

"...Anyway, that's about it."

Chen Mo condensed his thrilling experience just now into a few words, and said it simply.

Although his description was very concise, it can be seen from his unsteady tone and rapid breathing that Chen Mo did not deal with it easily. The degree of danger in this process, even for a senior anchor like him, is considered a fluke.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the account.

During this trip, Chen Mo earned them a tip of five yuan.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Hei Fang without any trace.

Over there, he was also discussing something in a low voice with his surviving team members.

It seems that they have basically figured out the rules of serving food at the banquet, and the actions there will not be as conservative as before.

Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something.

He frowned, and once again turned around among the opponent's team.

Like them, the black team sent three people before, but, according to his observation just now, it seems that only two people came back.

In other words, they sent a total of six anchors here, and four came back. However, there are five guests in total!

The moment she realized this, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly, she turned her head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the dining table.

The darkness was still dissipating.

On the edge of the empty long table covered with a white tablecloth, the figures of four cold and stiff residents have disappeared, but at the end of the table, there is still a figure left.

It sat upright by the table, and the candle next to it had been extinguished, showing a dazzling bright red like bleeding. There was blood dripping on the dinner plate, and there were two pale human faces quietly placed on it.

As if it had just been peeled off from a human face, the edges were bloody and uneven, with sticky blood trickling downwards.

The sinister owner seemed to have experienced something extremely terrifying before he was alive, his empty eyelids and mouth were wide open, and his expression was distorted. Death suspected the fear on those two dead faces. That kind of unwillingness and resentment, almost To break free, come free, come free, come free, come free,

The darkness continued to dissipate.

The figure sitting at the dining table became more and more clear.

"...!"

The moment she saw the resident's figure clearly, Wen Jianyan's pupils constricted, and she almost forgot how to breathe.

is a female.

Wearing a white dress, with blurred facial features and empty eyes, even if you just stare at it from a distance, it is chilling.

is her!

The owner of the notebook is also the woman in the painting who has been controlling their schedule in the mirror world.

While Wen Jianyan was still in shock, Chen Mo's tense voice came from next to his ear: "Oops, look outside the hall."

Wen Jianyan restrained the turbulent waves in his heart, forced himself to look away, turned his head, and followed Chen Mo's guidance. Looking out of the hall. I don't know when it started, the lights outside the hall began to flicker violently again. This time, the flickering frequency was even much higher than before.

In the dim and reddish light, several figures gradually appeared, one by one, bloodless, mask-like faces moved under the light, approaching in this direction. Those dark, stiff, straight shadows almost merged into one in the darkness.

It is the second wave of "guests".

One, two, three...

Wen Jianyan counted silently in her heart.

This time, there are seven in total.

Even more than before.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

At that moment, the size of the long table flashed in his mind.

"!"

As if suddenly realizing something, Wen Jianyan couldn't help being shocked.

These guests who participated in the "banquet" did not come at one time, but came in waves. A table can accommodate fifteen people, that is to say, they may need to serve ten people at a time. Five "guests"! When the blood boil starts, the mask's camouflage effect is lost.

Even if the anchor delivers meals to the ghost in charge of serving him in time and sends him away, if there are ghosts in the two seats next to him, and the anchor serving them fails...

Then, what this anchor is facing is not just facing a ghost in a very short distance.

But two, three...

even more!

A strong sense of crisis hit, causing Wen Jianyan to breathe faster.

At this moment, he finally realized why Nightmare was so merciful in this banquet and gave them a chance to buy their lives with tips. In addition to leading more disputes between the anchors and making the outcome of the last two teams more confusing, there is another more important reason.

That is, the difficulty of this banquet is too high. If you don't do this, once the number of anchors is reduced to a certain limit...

No one can live.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "This time, Yun Bilan, Zhong Shan, Mat, and Mubai go."

Naturally, Yun Bilan's abilities needless to say, Xizi and Mubai are the captains of the other two red team teams, their strength is beyond doubt, and although Zhong Shan is a bit slippery, his ability to save lives is still top-notch.

"Remember every key point of the welcome alliance", give priority to the guests who are near the team, so that after lighting candles, they can understand each other, especially those who are the same. In order not to be hindered by other people's mistakes, they have to stop dealing with one-two, or even one-vs-three situations. "

"Remember, after lighting the candles, activate the props immediately, and try not to use talents. We still have a tough battle to fight, and talents are not worth wasting in this situation."

"Finally," Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and turned slightly to look in the direction of the table.

On the long table, there was only one resident sitting motionless. Two torn faces were placed on the plate on the table, and his breath was cold and stiff.

"Stay away from that resident and do not serve it under any circumstances."

The magnitude of this guest is unusual.

Not only because it killed two anchors in a row, but more importantly, according to the information Wen Jianyan has obtained so far, it is actually the source of all these weirdnesses, and it is the reason why the whole town has become a dead city. , the cause of the horror of the first day,

Although the same body was used, Wen Jianji didn’t feel that it was used for himself in the well before. The teacher who had been working hard, to be precise, it just borrowed the teacher’s body as a container and prop , is Li Qi's in human blood, but it is a different, more evil, and more terrifying existence.

Even if it becomes a "resident", it will be even more terrifying.

Therefore, out of caution, Wen Jianyan didn't want his teammates to face it head-on, but hoped to wait and see what happened for a while.

Soon, while he was speaking, the second wave of residents had already entered the hall, walking slowly and strangely, and sat down at the long dining table.

"Go, be careful." Wen Jianyan's voice was very low, almost a whisper.

Several people nodded, took a step forward, and walked forward.

In the same way, Black also sent out a second wave of players, the same number of four.

The process was almost exactly the same as last time. When the anchors picked up the plates and started walking towards the dining table, the lights in the hall began to flicker crazily, and the heavy darkness that was thick and almost impenetrable by sight descended, overwhelming the entire place. The hall is deep. The anchors who stayed behind the front desk couldn't see what was happening in the distance at all, they could only smell the rotten smell that gradually increased. This time, the rotten smell was deeper. Even if they were far away, it was almost nauseating.

In the direction of the dining table, faint, red candles lit up one by one.

One, two, three...

All eight lights are on.

Wen Jianyan heard her heart beating violently, pounding against her ribs.

Soon, the faint red candles went out one by one, the darkness covering the hall began to dissipate, and the light gradually reappeared.