Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 64

The dark red lights enveloped the deep corridor, the sound of messy and panic footsteps echoed, and the anchors panted rapidly, turning their heads to look behind them from time to time.

"How's it going? Throw it away...Did it go away?"

One of the anchors lowered his voice and asked unsteadily.

After all, they are all C-level streamers who have experienced at least five dungeons. They are rich in both point reserves and experience reserves, so even if they encounter unexpected situations like just now, they can quickly react and use props skillfully. , change the road, hide the breath, so as to avoid the pursuit of monsters.

The anchors carefully observed the corridor behind them.

The corridor behind was empty, and there was no sound except for the gasping sounds of everyone.

It appears to be thrown away.

The crisis is temporarily lifted.

After confirming that no monsters were chasing after them, they finally let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

However, this brief relaxed atmosphere was quickly broken by a question from one of the anchors:

"So, what do we do next?"

The expressions of all the anchors involuntarily darkened slightly.

Although this question has just been asked, they already have the answer in their hearts.

Since the faction battle has not ended, it means that the anchor of the black side is still alive, but the only anchor who may know his whereabouts should be dead by now.

The upgraded map has more than doubled compared to the previous one, and aimless searching will not be effective. After all, there is only one person on the opposite side, not a group of people, and the target is too small compared to them.

In this case, in order to ensure the victory of the non-confrontational faction war, they can only take the most traditional way, which is—

Complete the main line.

[Forge the tenth Soul Locking Altar to completely suppress evil spirits]

Wen Jianyan stared at the main task of the red square on the screen of Su Cheng's mobile phone, showing a thoughtful expression.

"What do you think?" Su Cheng retracted his phone and asked.

"Red Fang should give up looking for my trail now, and instead go to complete the main task." Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, subconsciously rubbed the line of the spell on the back of her hand with her fingertips, sorting her thoughts, and slowly said:

"So, they should meet with Wen Po next."

"so what?"

Ji Guan turned his head to look at the scarlet wall squirming behind him, and took a half-step forward in fear, but he puffed out his chest subconsciously, raised his voice and said:

"In your current capacity, do you still need to be afraid of them?"

There are so many ghosts!

Wouldn't it be possible to walk sideways!

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan shook his head and said solemnly: "No, on the contrary, this time the red and black sides have a winning rate of five or five points, and even the red side has the upper hand."

Su Cheng was startled: "How do you say?"

Wen Jianyan: "The strongest in this dungeon is not the soul sealed in 1316, but Po Wen, don't forget, she is the initiator of all this, as long as she is connected with the anchors, then the distance is the first. The ten soul lock altars are not far away, and there are not only more people in the red party, but there are still paper ghosts and ghosts of Wenpo in the camp, and all kinds of magic instruments, unless I want to sacrifice my followers, Otherwise, I would not be her opponent at all in a head-to-head confrontation."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Good guy, this is the direct call of "my cultist"... He's too good at accepting his current status!"

"Laugh to death, he is really a good and dedicated evil/teacher!"

"However, what the liar said is indeed true. The faction battle of this instance is really difficult to fight, and the forces on both sides are difficult to distinguish, so it is the faction rather than the hunting one."

"And I remember that there is no way for the anchor to change camps on his own initiative? Even if Black really wins, two of his teammates will die in this dungeon... Heh, it's too uncomfortable."

"This camp battle is too difficult to vote!! It's impossible to say who will win!"

"? Why are you all analysing the situation seriously? Am I the only one who earnestly appreciates the war-damaged wife?"

"Woooooooo, me too! Tattoos, battle damage, rags, what kind of fragrance setting is this, the child has passed out!"

"It doesn't matter which side has the highest winning rate, anyway, I have no brains to press my wife to win! [100 reward points]"

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly concluded:

"Actually, the main mission of this faction battle is essentially to grab the soul altar."

After all, only nine jars have been produced in the dungeon now, so this sealing formation against evil spirits is actually a semi-finished product.

Before in 1316, Wen Jianyan only temporarily broke the seals of those jars. Unless the person who created the seals was killed, these souls could not truly be free.

If the red side creates the tenth soul lock altar before the black side, then the magic circle will be completed automatically, and the few soul lock altars whose seals were broken by Wen Jianyan will also take effect again, and the evil spirits will be directly sealed.

And if Black rushes to create the tenth Soul Locking Altar and grabs the ninth Soul Locking Altar from Red and smashes it, then the magic circle will be cracked directly, and the evil spirits will be released directly. .

Therefore, in fact, the focus of victory in this faction battle is which side can obtain the next Soul Locking Altar.

But in addition, there are two points that Wen Jianyan cannot ignore.

First, although he is Black, he does not want to complete the main quest of Black's faction...because the main quest is to liberate that evil spirit! That evil spirit who was stabbed in the heart by him in the last dungeon!

And the second one is the red identities of Su Cheng and Ji Guan.

If he really grabbed and shattered the ninth soul lock altar, he might have the worst ending.

- The whole army was destroyed.

That's why Wen Jianyan said that the red side even had the upper hand.

After all, the opponent does not have to face such a difficult choice.

But... not necessarily.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes thoughtfully, her fair and slender knuckles bent slightly, and tapped her knees one after another.

Su Cheng knew that this meant that the other party was thinking.

I don't know why, but he has an almost blind sense of trust in this liar who seems to have no bottom line and is full of lies. For no reason, he just believes that the other party will not obey the rules so easily, in order to survive. sacrificing teammates.

However, looking at the contemplative look of the other side's eyes, Su Cheng had a faint chill down his spine.

His hunch almost never goes wrong.

So... this guy must be thinking something bad! ! !

Time passed by minute by minute, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were completely covered with scarlet and smooth flesh, beating slightly with the rhythm of the heartbeat, looking full of pollution.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyelids slightly, and a pair of amber, clear and harmless eyes looked over from under her eyelashes:

"Wait a bit."

He stood up and limped back into 1316.

A low voice of conversation sounded from the room.

The youth seemed to be conversing with another indistinct and intermittent voice, their conversation being drowned out by a wet, sticky squirming sound that was barely audible from the outside.

Outside the room, Su Cheng and Ji Guan looked at each other, not knowing what the hell this guy was doing.

The online audience in the live broadcast room of the two people decreased rapidly, and they all went to watch the excitement in the live broadcast room of [Integrity First].

A minute later, the number of people in their live broadcast room finally picked up again.

"...Grass, grass! Grass!!"

"I can't speak, I really can't speak... How could anyone think of such, such and such solutions!!"

"I just want to say two words to the two cuties: run! (loud)"

Soon, Wen Jianyan probed out of the room.

"About the faction..."

The young man's face was still pale due to excessive blood loss, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, the corners of his lips were raised harmlessly upwards, and the light-colored pupils were rippling in the depths, looking very friendly and pleasing.

"I want to do an experiment, are you willing to help?"

Wen Jianyan asked with a smile.

Su Cheng: "..."

Ji Guan: "..."

This time, even Ji Guan couldn't help shivering, and an ominous premonition slowly filled his heart.

This... what does this guy want? !

*

In the woman's room.

A lot of anchors were squeezed into the small compartment, and the already narrow space became more and more difficult to breathe.

The smell of incense ash wafted in the air, the electronic candles flickered faintly red in the dark, and all kinds of strange and evil weapons were placed everywhere, making people almost hairy.

The Evil Bodhisattva statue made of brass was placed on the base, with a compassionate expression, silently watching the crowd in the dark.

From time to time, there are always anchors who cast doubtful glances at the statue of the Bodhisattva - was there such a big hole on the statue of Bodhisattva before?

and also……

Is the arm a little crooked?

Wen Po coughed twice, finally attracting the attention of all the anchors.

Seeing that everyone was focusing on her body, Po Wen raised her turbid eyes that were covered with white shading, and said slowly: "You guessed right, the evil spirits have not been completely suppressed by the Bodhisattva yet. , once the evil spirits reappear, the whole world will suffer great catastrophe.”

"If you want the Bodhisattva to completely suppress the evil spirits, the tenth Soul Locking Altar is essential, but if you want to complete the Soul Locking Altar, you must offer sacrifices."

The whole room was quiet, only the anchors were listening to the shallow breathing deliberately.

She stared at the anchors in front of her with those terrifying eyes, and continued slowly:

"Since you have come here, you should be prepared to pay the price, right?"

offerings.

These two words sounded a little disturbing.

Wang Hanyu and Gao Chengxin looked at each other vaguely and exchanged glances: "Of course."

While talking, Po Wen leaned down tremblingly, pulled open the cabinet beside him, and took out a pitch-black black pottery jar.

"Only a soul that is dyed into darkness by desire and killing can become the raw material for the Soul Locking Altar."

She stretched out an old and shrunken hand, caught a handful of gray-white incense ash from the incense altar enshrined in front of the Bodhisattva statue, and threw it into the depths of the jar. A small gossip mirror lay at the bottom of the altar:

"Lock the soul into the altar, do not enter the reincarnation, do not leave the square inch."

Po Wen took out a stack of yellow paper and cinnabar and placed it on the table.

She said slowly: "It stands to reason that the sacrifice of the Soul Locking Altar can only be entered actively, and cannot be dragged by spells, but if the tenth Soul Locking Altar cannot be made tonight, the evil spirits will break through the seal. , At that time, everything will be irreversible, so I can only take the risk, use the soul as a guide, and drag the sacrifice into the altar."

Saying that, Mother Wen took out a few small paper figures from her pocket and pierced her fingers with a long needle. The moment blood dripped on them, the paper figures burned themselves.

The scraps of paper were mixed with Po Wen's blood, and were carefully stirred into the cinnabar.

Wen Po put the pen on the table and looked up at the anchor in front of her:

"Come on, write the real names of the three sacrifices on the yellow paper with cinnabar."

One of the anchors was startled, and asked uncertainly: "Wait... Could it be that the name written on the paper will be thrown into the altar and become a sacrifice for the refining altar?"

"Naturally." Wen Po slowly nodded and said:

"If you want to become a locked soul altar, there is no other way."

In an instant, the entire narrow room fell into a dead silence.

The anchors realized what the test of the red side was - they would never take the initiative to write their names on the yellow paper, and in such a copy, all the anchors wanted to call them by the names on their ID cards. Only the teammates who joined their team and entered the book knew each other's real names.

If you want to refine into a soul lock altar, it is like sending three people into the jar for refining.

In other words, if you don't want to be thrown into the jar by your teammates, you must take the initiative to write the teammate's name on it, so that he can become the nourishment for the jar.

There are twenty-three people in the red party, and it is impossible for so many people to act together. Therefore, after determining the camp, they began to act separately. After the group of monsters disappeared, the paper figures appeared again, and the team was fairly neat. Dispersed again by the paper man, many anchors lost contact with their teammates.

At this moment, Po Wen's figure appeared in front of them, led them into this room, and told them the refining method of the tenth Soul Locking Altar.

But this method is a bit too cruel.

All the anchors looked extremely ugly.

Gao Chengxin broke the silence. He asked Granny Wen, "Did anyone find your room before us?"

Wen Po did not answer directly.

Holding the black pottery jar in her hand, she said slowly, word by word: "Our world is now at the junction of illusion and reality. The room you are in does not really exist. Anyone who wants to come to this room can find it. Me, I will help them."

That is to say, they are not necessarily the first to find this room, nor are they necessarily the last.

There may even be a similar conversation taking place elsewhere in this copy.

In the live broadcast room of the red party, the audience was enthusiastically discussing the current battle situation:

"That is to say, other anchors can also meet the woman in other places, and can also get the method of creating the soul lock altar from her mouth?"

"!! I understand, I said why the paper figurines appeared and started chasing the anchor. These paper figurines were all made by the woman, and they went after the red party only after the woman's order!"

"Grass, that is to say, Ms. Wen deliberately separated most of the anchors of the red party from her teammates, and then told them how to make the Soul Locking Altar, so that they betray each other teammates!"

"Isn't this the prisoner's dilemma! This old woman is so poisonous!"

"This dungeon can be renamed the Backstab Book. The Red side can't make the Soul Locking Altar if they don't sell their teammates. On the Black side, if they want to win, they have to send their two teammates to death... If you compare them carefully. , this copy mechanism is even more poisonous!"

"Speaking of which, what on earth is Black doing? Why doesn't it seem like there has been any movement for a long time?"

"I just came from there, to be honest... I didn't understand."

"???"

"What do you mean by not understanding?"

"Just... can't tell, just go and see."

In the corridor, dark red ominous lights flickered slightly, and the walls on both sides were turning into scarlet sticky flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tick, tick.

The corrosive liquid dripped down, making a sizzling sound on the ground.

The sound of hurried and panic footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the two figures were running wildly under the pursuit of ghosts.

cluck cluck cluck-

The pale limbs were looming in the dark shadows, and the sound of screeching climbing closely followed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Ji Guan kept moving his two sore legs and ran wildly with a broken face: "Ahhhhh why did things turn out like this!"

"I don't even fucking know!!!!"

Su Cheng also collapsed, avoiding the pale arm protruding from the corridor next to him.

About five minutes ago, after Wen Jianyan made the so-called "experimental request" with a smile, before they could agree, the familiar system prompt sounded:

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

[If the health value returns to zero, the anchor dies and the live broadcast ends.

If the sanity value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the copy, and the live broadcast will end]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and do not disconnect! 】

? ? ?

and many more? ? ?

What? ? ? ? ?

Chase? !

Su Cheng and Ji Guan were completely dumbfounded and could hardly believe their ears.

What is this situation? !

The young man standing at the junction of light and dark leaned on the door frame sideways, the fair and firm side of the body was covered with a dark spell, and under the dark red light, it was like a living thing, spreading its teeth and claws.

With a smile on his lips, he looked innocent:

"I suggest that you can start running now."

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

Behind him, the pale monster figure appeared.

Wen Jianyan reminded with a smile, "They don't let water out."

Su Cheng: "..."

Ji Guan: "..."

Next, the two of them collapsed and began to flee for their lives.

It is true that these monsters did not release water, and they were completely put to death! ! ! ! ! !

Oh shit.

…………The damn dog liar! ! ! !

*

"There is no other way."

Wang Hanyu turned around and said to Gao Chengxin in a low voice, "In this situation, three people must be sacrificed. Now we can still have a little decision-making power. If we continue to delay, the names written on the yellow paper will be lost. It doesn't necessarily belong to anyone."

He raised his eyes, looked around the room, and said:

"Don't forget, our competitors still have Black, if they really complete the task before us, all 23 of our Reds will die! Sacrifice three to save the remaining 20 lives, no matter what It's all right."

Wang Hanyu stepped forward first.

He leaned over to pick up the pen, soaked it in cinnabar, and wrote on the yellow paper.

Soon, he put down the pen and turned to look at the rest of the crowd: "This is for the collective benefit of all of us."

the other side.

Chen Mo and three other anchors walked in the corridor together.

During the chase just now, they were accidentally separated from their team and are now trying to find their way back.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, and twisted the pulp of his index finger and thumb subconsciously. He gritted his teeth and inexplicably became addicted to smoking.

Although he and the team separated more than ten minutes ago, they separated from Wang Hanyu shortly after entering the mirror world.

At that time, they found the Soul Locking Altar in 1304, and were dragged into the mirror by the monster.

After he used the props to leave the mirror world, he separated from Wang Hanyu, and did not meet again until the melee just now. The next step was the alienation of the dungeon and the allocation of the faction.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief after finding that they were all assigned to the red party.

He didn't want to draw a knife against his teammates.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected.

The red side needs to decide the next course of action. Wang Hanyu seems to know some information that he does not understand. He thinks that the whole thing is behind the plan of the black side anchor, so he proposes everyone to find a black side anchor who has been helping the black side. A member of the red team, he tortured the whereabouts of the anchor of the black team from his mouth.

He tried to use a confrontational camp battle method to fight this non-confrontational camp battle.

That is, completely destroy the black anchor.

Chen Mo disagreed with this.

Since this is a non-confrontational faction battle, it should follow the rules and complete the main quest before the opponent, rather than start a unilateral encirclement and suppression.

This is not because of Chen Mo's high moral standards.

Chen Mo's grade is C+, and he will be promoted to B- in just a few live broadcasts.

Although he is only half a level higher than Wang Hanyu, he has entered far more dungeons than the other party. According to experience, within this faction, the various forces are often balanced, and there will never be unilateral crushing. pressure situation.

However, in this book, the number of red side is 23, and the number of black side is 1.

This made Chen Mo vigilant.

The opponent must have some hole cards that they don't know, otherwise the dungeon would not have made such an outrageous distribution of numbers.

However, Wang Hanyu was extremely obsessed with his own plan and did not listen to his persuasion at all.

Under such a dispute, the red team was divided into two teams, one party and Wang Hanyu took the confrontational route, and only a few anchors chose to go with Chen Mo to complete the main task.

The paranoia and emotionality of his teammates made Chen Mo very disappointed.

He and Wang Hanyu belonged to the same small guild. This guild was very small, with only six members in total. They only knew each other after entering Nightmare.

He is the president, and Wang Hanyu is the vice president. However, as the guild's ranking rose, there were gradually differences between the two.

The dungeons below the A-level limit the number of anchor teams, but above the A-level, there are S-level, SS-level, and SSS-level. The restrictions on the number of anchor teams in these dungeons will be greatly relaxed.

In these dungeons, if a strong guild is backed, the difficulty of passing the level will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu kept persuading Chen Mo, trying to get him to hand over his small guild and merge it into a larger guild, but Chen Mo always refused.

The differences gradually became larger, until this dungeon had reached a level that could not be ignored at all.

Chen Mo took out a flat cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and bit it on his teeth.

He is not a fool, he can feel the change in the attitude of the other party.

Since entering this dungeon, every decision Wang Hanyu has made runs counter to him. Although they could barely reach an agreement before, on many key issues, although Wang Hanyu is reluctant, he will always obey him as the president. decision.

but……

Obviously, the other party is now completely unprepared to maintain this superficial compliance.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, the bitter smell of tobacco slowly diffused on his tongue.

He took the unlit cigarette butt out of his mouth and sighed.

It seems that after this dungeon is over, they need to talk about the next development.

The footsteps of several people echoed in the empty corridor, but, for some unknown reason, Chen Mo felt extremely uneasy, thinking that something was always peeping behind him, making his hair stand on end.

Chen Mo stopped, frowning and looking around.

His gaze stopped in a corner of the corridor.

strangeness.

Is there a mirror here... before?

The blurry mirror reflected Chen Mo's figure, and the red light above his head dimmed for some time. Chen Mo couldn't help feeling a strong sense of crisis, and he slowly stepped back——

However, it was all too late.

A pair of paper figurines' arms protruded out of the mirror, grabbed Chen Mo's ankles tightly, and then dragged him into the mirror! !

Do not--

Chen Mo's pupils tightened, but his whole body lost strength in an instant, and he could only be dragged into the mirror abruptly!

A whirlwind of sensation struck.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Mo found himself falling into a space very similar to the outside, but in a different space. The corridors not far away were tangled with each other. In the darkness, there were countless paper figures standing upright in the room. Inside, the pale, smiling face stared straight at him.

Not far away, stood two other anchors.

They looked equally bewildered.

Chen Mo stood up, and before he had time to say anything, he heard an old voice coming from above his head: "Congratulations on your chance to return to the bodhisattva's arms, you volunteered to sacrifice your faith and life, the bodhisattva will surely appreciate it and thank you for it. devotion and dedication.”

"..."

Chen Mo was stunned, and recognized that it was the voice of Wen Po.

"Wait! What do you mean!" An anchor raised his head in panic and screamed in a tone-shifting voice: "What is volunteering?"

Three yellow papers appeared in front of several people, and the scarlet cinnabar handwriting on them was particularly dazzling.

"No! It's not my handwriting!"

The anchor's eyes widened in disbelief: "This, this is—"

Chen Mo felt that his heart was being pinched fiercely, and the cold, dark iron fell on his stomach, and the familiar handwriting stuck into his eyes like a needle, causing his internal organs to be mixed together.

Yes, it's not his handwriting.

This is……

Teammate's handwriting.

"Since you are not willing, and you have a strong desire to survive, then the Bodhisattva House is kind-hearted and will give you a chance to save yourself." The old voice echoed in his ears.

"Dang bang."

A cold metal crash sounded in front of him, and three daggers landed in front of the three anchors at the same time.

"It's only one chance."

"Only one person can get it."

The cold, heavy metal fell in the palm of his hand, reflecting his pale face.

tick.

Scarlet liquid dripped on the blade.

This……

Chen Mo was startled and looked up subconsciously.

I don't know when it started, there is a gossip mirror hanging above the head, and the scarlet flesh wall is wriggling in the mirror, and the sticky tentacles are slowly sticking out.

cluck, cluck.

The sound of bones rubbing sounded from a distance, and several mirrors from out of nowhere appeared in the darkness, pale monsters stretched out their hands and feet from the mirrors, and the temperature in the air dropped instantly.

That kind of strong, unfeigned murderous aura struck instantly, causing everyone to feel their hair stand on end.

"We want to change the rules of the game."

A vague, unnatural voice sounded, echoing intermittently: "There is no quota, you all will die."

The next second, the familiar system sound rang in my ears.

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

[If the health value returns to zero, the anchor dies and the live broadcast ends.

If the sanity value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the copy, and the live broadcast will end]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and do not disconnect! 】

What? ? ?

It was a chase!

The anchors were so frightened that they turned around and ran away from those monsters at the fastest speed!

Chen Mo also reacted.

run!

This is the only solution to the chase!

*

"How is it?" Wang Hanyu was pacing the room, turning his head from time to time to look in Po Wen's direction: "How long will it take to lock the soul altar?"

He frowned: "Can't you control the world in the mirror? Can't you speed up the process?"

Po Wen lowered her eyes, pinched the string of beads with her wrinkled fingers, and muttered words in her mouth.

"No, I can not."

Hearing the other party's question, she raised her cloudy eyes and looked at Wang Hanyu:

"The mirror is just a channel, a door to another world. I can open the channel, drag them in, and issue rules for them, but I can't control other things in that world, and I can't interfere with them refining each other. process."

If she could interfere in the process, there would be no need to lure the streamers into the mirror in the first place.

"So, can we just wait?" an anchor asked.

"That's right."

Po Wen lowered her eyes again and began to recite the scriptures.

Although he got an answer, Wang Hanyu still couldn't calm down.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the backstage of Nightmare, and stared at the ratio of the number of people in the red and black camps, for fear of missing any change.

Black's number is still 1, and red's number has been reduced to 20.

Minus the two members of the red party who were left in the corridor by them, one person should have died in the fight in the mirror.

The passage of time has become extraordinarily slow, and every minute and second is suffering.

Wang Hanyu's eyes were sore.

He blinked his dry eyes, and when his vision became clear again, the members of the red party changed again. This time, the total number was reduced to 19.

In other words, there is only one living person left in that world.

Wang Hanyu heard his heart pounding.

I don't know if I'm nervous or excited.

According to Wen Po's introduction, after the other two are killed, they will generate strong resentment and hatred, which will gradually improve the Soul Locking Altar. As the Soul Locking Altar takes shape, the third person will be automatically strangled by grievances.

Soon, the Soul Locking Altar is about to be completed. Once this main quest is completed, the red side will automatically win, and his stumbling block will disappear.

Two birds with one stone, one big profit.

However, at this moment, for some unknown reason, a pale face appeared in Wang Hanyu's mind without warning.

In the dim corridor, one of the other's eyes was covered with blood, and he looked over from the bottom up.

His teeth were stained a dazzling red with blood, and his lips parted as he said:

"The tower is upright."

"Everything about you will crumble and disintegrate from the depths, and all the bad things you've done will be punished on you.

Wang Hanyu's heart skipped a beat involuntarily, and he tightened his fingers uncontrollably until his knuckles turned white.

……Will not.

The anchor who acts like a liar can do any divination, and all the precognition talents are all oracles. He just pretended to scare him!

That's all!

While he was thinking about it, the numbers on the screen jumped again.

Black: 1

Red side: 18

The last man is also dead!

Wang Hanyu couldn't wait to jump up, turned his head to look at Po Wen: "Has the production of Soul Locking Altar finished?"

But unexpectedly, Wen Po had a rare solemn look on her face.

She stood up tremblingly, lowered her head and stared at the black pottery pot in front of her, the corners of her wrinkled mouth trembling slightly, and said in a very low and vicious voice:

"……No."

It shouldn't be.

*

The scarlet flesh wall wriggled and devoured everything.

Chen Mo's body could no longer move.

His face was pale, half of his foot was sunk into the wall of flesh, and he sat slumped in the corner. He stretched out his pale, blood-stained fingers, slowly took out a cigarette, and bit his teeth shiveringly. .

The scarlet chains lay in front of him, barely blocking the tentacles approaching him.

"Giggle" bone friction sounded from not far away.

There are still three minutes left until the end of the chase, but Chen Mo knows that he can't last for so long.

He looked up at the blood bar above his head.

Although there are still more than 30% of the health value left, the SAN value has been reduced to single digits, and it is still falling at a rapid speed.

Must die.

As the SAN value dropped rapidly, a double image appeared in front of his eyes, and everything became distorted and weird. Evil whispers sounded in his ears, and his soul trembled in this indescribable fear, almost on the verge of madness. the edge of.

A wet squirming sound echoed in his ears.

He was like being trapped in the stomach of a monster, his body and limbs were dissolved by stomach acid, and he could only watch his reason and body digested together.

Chen Mo smiled reluctantly and subconsciously clenched the cigarette butt.

Unfortunately, I didn't bring a lighter.

Invisible fear takes root in the depths of the soul, trying to break through the skin and grow branches.

He wanted to scream, to tremble, to escape, to stretch out his hand to scratch his skin, and to pull out his alienated internal organs from the depths of his body and threw them on the ground.

"Da da da".

In a twisted hallucination, steady and steady footsteps were approaching.

【SAN value: 1%】

The scarlet tentacles under his feet moved slowly and gradually left Chen Mo's body.

"...?"

what happened……?

happened……

What?

Chen Mo looked up in confusion and confusion. He had lost his ability to think clearly, so he could only raise his face dully and look in the direction from which the voice came.

Amidst the bizarre and terrifying scene, a slender figure was particularly conspicuous.

His figure was like a sharp blade, slicing through the blood and darkness, and wedged straight into the line of sight, bringing with it an almost burning pain.

The upper body of the young man was naked, his fair skin seemed to glow in the darkness, and his whole body was enveloped in a layer of indescribable pale divinity.

Like some kind of holy existence that does not belong to this world, descending without warning in this filthy world,

In the bloody chaos behind him, his smiling amber eyes seemed very out of place, with a strong visual impact that almost made people cry.

"Do you want to live?"

Chen Mo held his breath involuntarily, his pupils tightened slightly.

Being a human streamer cannot change camps.

Only ghosts can become believers of God the Father, so even though Wen Jianyan is the master of the evil church, he cannot preach and increase his followers.

However, when the anchor's SAN value drops to a certain level... he will be assimilated by the copy.

The young man in the scarlet holy light smiled, his voice soft and bewitching.

Like a devout priest preaching to believers, and like a savior bestowing blessings on all beings, he stretched out his hand and softly tempted:

"Then believe in my Lord."

"The believer will be saved."

The author has something to say: Wen Jianyan: Do you understand our Heavenly Father and Savior?

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