Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 58

The color blocks in front of him spun chaotically, and the familiar feeling of dizziness rolled and pulled between his internal organs.

Wen Jianyan stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before opening his eyes, a strange stench poured into his nose, causing him to shiver.

There was silence in the ears.

"..."

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and prepared for a few seconds before forcing herself to open her eyes slowly.

In front of you is a narrow room.

The curtains are drawn tightly, the light is dim, the air is stale, the walls are covered with dirty green wallpaper, water stains seep from under the wallpaper, leaving tan stains, the room is very messy, the surface of the sofa is covered with The oil stains have completely lost their original color, and garbage and dirty clothes are piled up indiscriminately.

The layout of the room is a bit familiar.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a while, and it took two seconds to realize that she was in room 1316 now.

He reached into his pocket—the phone wasn't brought in.

The translucent live broadcast interface logo is also gray and cannot be opened, but there is a fifteen-minute countdown above the head, and the seconds are slowly decreasing.

Could this be the effect of the [Mr. Mirror] prop? Can you let yourself see what happened in this room?

Wen Jianyan blinked.

If this is the case, then the 20,000 points spent is really worth it!

Sudden……

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

A familiar, bone-rubbing sound rang out from his ears, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he turned his head abruptly to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a pale hand slowly stretched out from under the sofa, the bright red nail polish on the nails was mottled and peeled off, the nails were incomplete, and the long black knotted dirty hair spread out from the gap below, as if there was something Something was trying to crawl out from under the sofa.

Grass!

It's a ghost!

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end in an instant.

The familiar system tone sounded kindly in his ears: "If the host dies while using the props, the live broadcast will end and the live broadcast room will be closed. In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and don't disconnect!"

"..."

Wen Jianyan's expression twisted for a moment.

He decided to take back what he just said.

20,000 points to buy a death crisis is worth a fart!

Wen Jianyan turned his head and rushed to the door, twisting the door handle forcefully, but to no avail, he had to give up the idea of ​​escaping from the front door, turned his head and rushed in in the direction of the bedroom!

Like the living room, the bedroom is also dimly lit.

The oil-stained beds were a mess, with cigarette butts and rubbish everywhere.

The smell of blood in the air intensified.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The voice that made Wen Jianyan's scalp tingle sounded again.

This time, the sound came from under the bed.

A pale arm protruded from under the bed, with a twisted bracelet on his wrist, a stiff, smiling face slowly emerged from the darkness, and a pair of cloudy, dead-white eyes were tight. He stared at Wen Jianyan closely.

Viscous black-red blood slowly flowed out from under the bed.

There was a pungent, rancid smell in the air.

Wen Jianyan took a step back subconsciously.

"Giggle."

There was a clear rubbing sound from behind again, and it seemed that the ghost under the sofa had completely crawled out and was slowly approaching him from behind.

Is this a double-sided attack!

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that she turned pale, and looked at the sofa for a while. Looking under the bed for a while, he pressed his back against the wall of the bedroom and moved back little by little, trying to stay away from the opponent's attack range while frantically poking at the gray live broadcast panel in front of him, but he didn't respond anyway. .

Can't use props, can't leave the room, is locked up with two ghosts...

This prop is fucking here specifically to pit him!

Wen Jianyan was a little broken.

As he stepped back, he glanced at the countdown above his head. This was the first time he hoped that a prop would fail soon.

"boom."

Wen Jianyan's arm hit the closet next to him.

The closet wasn't locked, but the closed closet door slowly opened under the collision.

The rancid stench that I had been able to smell since just now rushed towards my face.

A pale, tear-stained face appeared deep in the closet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

... living people?

A girl with messy clothes curled up in the closet, her hair was dirty and knotted, she looked at Wen Jianyan outside the closet with frightened eyes, sobbing and sobbing from time to time.

While Wen Jianyan was stunned, the other two ghosts had already approached.

And he had nowhere to go, nowhere to go.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the key turning into the door lock from the living room. The metal turning sound was clear and distinct across a thin layer of wall, as if someone was coming in from outside.

At that moment, the two ghosts in front of him disappeared.

"...?"

Wen Jianyan blinked, a little unable to slow down.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because the crisis was over, he heard a familiar voice from the living room.

"You were right to come to me."

That voice was old and muddy, and almost instantly awakened Wen Jianyan's memory.

It's Lady Wen! That vicious old woman who tried to refine all the anchors into the soul lock altar!

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

He made an immediate decision.

The young man with amber eyes leaned down, stared at the girl huddled in the closet, raised his fingers to press his lips, and said, "Shh."

Immediately afterwards, he also got in with a cat's waist, and smoothly closed the closet door and closed it silently.

Although the space in the closet is spacious, Wen Jianyan still can't avoid touching each other's body.

The girl's body was cold, like ice cubes, and even a simple touch made people shiver.

The air was closed and turbid, with a strong odor of corpse and blood.

With the light, Wen Jianyan saw what seemed to be sticking to the wall behind him.

There were sounds of walking outside the closet, and Granny Wen seemed to be pacing the room. Wen Jianyan had no intention of paying attention to the sounds outside, but leaned closer to the wall behind him, held his breath, and carefully looked at the things that were attached to the closet.

The light spilled in through the gaps in the closet, barely illuminating the narrow space.

These seem to be news reports and photos carefully cut out of newspapers, and some clips are thinly circled with red ink pen. The densely packed text the size of mosquitoes and flies is extremely difficult to read in dim light.

The bold headlines are vaguely recognizable.

It seems... about a serial murder in a city where multiple young women go missing.

One of the photos caught Wen Jianyan's attention.

In the photo is a female corpse lying in a pool of blood, with bright red nail polish on the corpse's nails.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

He stepped back slightly, and began to look for something on the wall covered with trimmed newspapers.

In the upper right corner, a photo was taken in a blurry darkroom, and the pale arm and the broken bracelet on the arm are vaguely visible.

Both were hit.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a pale and stiff arm stretched out from the side and slowly climbed onto Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help shivering and turned to look in the direction of the girl.

The other party didn't know when he had come close, and the pale face covered with tears came over: "I want to go home."

she said in an air voice.

"Please, I want to go home."

The dark, dirty hair hangs down and rubs against Wen Jianyan's arm, making him stiff and unable to move.

Wen Jianyan tried to move her eyes——

Suddenly, in the upper left corner of the closet, he saw a photo that looked like it had just been posted.

The girl in the photo was lying on her back on the cold concrete floor, her mindless eyes staring at the sky, and there was a pool of scarlet blood under her body.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the face of the girl who was crammed in the closet with him again.

...is the exact same facial features.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of goosebumps climb up her arm instantly, and a cool feeling began to appear from the depths of her internal organs.

Not a living person.

The girl in front of me... is also a ghost.

At this moment, an unfamiliar male voice came from outside. His voice was full of emotions, trembling slightly under a fiery passion, and there was a creepy and intense enthusiasm hidden in the depths of his voice:

"Yes, I came to you as soon as I saw them appearing."

"You did the right thing." Madam Wen's voice was old and loving: "They are the servants of that evil spirit, and all your good deeds are in the eyes of the Bodhisattva. As long as the evil spirits are sealed, the Bodhisattva will surely show mercy to you. "

Immediately afterwards, the man's ecstatic gratitude sounded again.

There was a strange clanging sound from outside the cupboard, accompanied by the smell of burning incense, and the old voice of a woman chanting a strange spell resounded in her ears.

"Chuckles".

"Chuckles".

The familiar bone friction sounded from beside him.

"I want to go home."

The girl's eyes widened, her pale and cold body moved under some kind of strange external force, and the bones all over her body made a rattling sound, being bent, twisted, compressed, and shrunk little by little...

The size of a jar.

Her pale face was pressed against the mouth of the jar, her skull was completely sunken, and her entire body was wrapped in an extremely narrow space.

Her silent, murky, dead-grey eyes moved slowly.

His chapped lips moved, and he said slowly:

It hurts.

It hurts.

I want to go home.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a burning pain in his arm, and the dark spell-like tattoo under his skin seemed to be struggling under the invisible restraint, trying to break through his skin.

……Oh shit.

A strong emotion rushed to his forehead.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

The question that has been unanswered until now has finally found the answer.

For example... the possibility of ten door annihilations in one building is too low, but there are already seven jars in 1316. How did the previous jars come from?

He leaned down and gently stroked the ghost's pale face with his fingertips, his voice low and soft: "Shh."

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan raised her head and glanced at the countdown above her head - there were less than two minutes left.

He pushed open the closet door and rushed out!

The chanting stopped, and the two people in the living room raised their eyes in shock, obviously not expecting someone to suddenly run out of the bedroom.

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the furnishings in the living room.

There is a small altar on the ground, a brass Evil Bodhisattva statue, and a small black pottery pot placed in the center of the altar.

A gossip mirror was placed beside the jar, and a scarlet spell was pasted on the mirror.

Po Wen's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's hand hanging on her side, and when she touched the pitch-black spell winding on the other side's skin, her eyes shrank suddenly, and a flash of fear flashed in her eyes.

She cried in a sharp voice:

"This is a believer of evil spirits, quick! Catch him!"

【Countdown: 01:02】

The man stood up, his face was pale, and there was a thick layer of blue-black under his eyes.

He suddenly rushed towards Wen Jianyan!

"A believer? Bah."

Wen Jianyan leaned down and easily dodged the man's attack. She was dexterous and light.

Madam Wen fell to the side in panic—

But Wen Jianyan changed direction in an instant.

He kicked over the altar, and the black pottery jar shattered in response. In the chaos of turning over a piece of yellow paper and dumping candles, he picked up the gossip mirror on the ground.

【Countdown: 00:12】

Granny Wen slowly got up from the ground, her turbid eyes flashed a hint of cruelty, her lips twisted and trembled under the strong emotion, and she began to chant.

【Countdown: 00:04】

Wen Jianyan glanced at the countdown with less than five seconds left, and raised her hand lightly to tear off the talisman paper on the Bagua mirror.

Then, the youth curled his lips, showing a light and harmless smile:

"I am your evil spirit grandfather."

The author has something to say: The evil spirit who inexplicably had a wife in one day, lost his wife, and was pretended to be his identity by his wife: ?

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