Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 173

No. 02 obviously did not expect Wen Jianyan to do this.

He blinked subconsciously, his curly hair was unkempt, and his chocolate-colored eyes shone slightly in the dark, looking a little stunned.

Wen Jianyan's movement of withdrawing her hand was very calm.

The almost rewarding action just now seemed not to come from him, but from another person, but in just a few seconds, the young man in front of him returned to his previous appearance.

Rational, cold and full of distance.

The heavy gun still fell in the palm of his hand, and the metal lines were straight and cold, with the smell of gunpowder.

Vigilance seems to build a high brick wall, sealing all soft, sweet, warm beings firmly, only a faint, fleeting sweetness oozes out of the crevices.

"Continue to go."

He says.

Wen Jianyan took the lead.

"..."

02 took a deep look at his back, and immediately followed.

tight.

It's like a shark that smells blood in a sea, or a beast that smells meat after a few days of hunger.

*

Ping An Sanatorium is on the ground floor.

The corridor is slender and narrow, with no windows. Except for a few emergency lights that are still on, all the lights have been extinguished.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The sound of hurried, deliberately light footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Everyone is rushing towards the exit in memory at their fastest speed.

Although Su Cheng's speculation made sense logically, it would still seem too bizarre to human ears - the teammate who was separated from them in the elevator could really see that in such a short period of time. Much stuff? Is his conclusion correct? Although they are teammates, is it possible that Su Cheng has misunderstood?

There are so many things that can go wrong, and many people are dubious about it.

However, in the next journey, Su Cheng's conclusion was soon proved correct.

Whether it is the specific map or the mode of the monsters encountered, it is basically the same as what they experienced in the fantasy world. The anchors have already understood several locations that may be attacked, and they are very clear about where they should be. What props to use, what to activate and what to avoid.

The "walkthrough" works well.

Even compared to the last time with No. 02 on the team, this one was easier.

Su Cheng's live broadcast room:

"Grass, is this the power of the backboard!"

"Laughing to death, really, if this is a game, then this is simply playing a cracked version."

"Thanks to the anchor Wen Jianyan next door for the cracker!"

"Thanks to the anchor Wen Jianyan next door for the cracker!"

Compared with the illusion, the speed of the few people was almost doubled, they passed the negative floor without much effort, and returned to the stairwell again.

Like last time, they split into three groups and ran in different directions.

In the pitch-dark hall, the hills composed of countless human heads came alive again. They squirmed and made sticky noises, poking in the direction of the prey, trying to drag them into the nest and become part of them.

However, unlike last time, this time, Wen Jianyan didn't use a toy gun to destroy the illusion and send them back to the starting point, but went to the end of the hall very smoothly.

"Quick! Okay!"

Shaoyao activated the protective cover, watched vigilantly at the pale neck that was protruding towards him, and asked hurriedly without turning his head.

"immediately!"

With the sound of rustling corrosion, the metal door locks in the hall gradually disappeared.

Soon, with a bang, the narrow back door in front of him was violently kicked open, and cold air poured into the lung cavity, dispelling the turbid, lifeless darkness behind him.

"The door is open! Let's go!"

With an order, everyone turned around and ran out all the way at the fastest speed.

Behind a few people, the door slowly closed, and the pale necks wriggling in the darkness were vaguely visible, but, as if afraid, those necks did not chase out the unlocked door.

Even if those heads didn't catch up, they didn't let their guard down, but continued to distance themselves, and finally slowed down after they were sure of safety.

They came to the atrium.

Although this is also part of the Heian Sanatorium, it is not in the building.

It looks like a small hollow surrounded by two semicircular wings. In the center of this hollow, a small church can be seen faintly.

The church is not big, with a gray masonry structure, with obvious traces of the years on the walls, and the cross at the top is particularly clear against the bloody sky.

That's right... a bloody sky.

Several people stood in the atrium, raised their heads, and watched the sky in front of them vigilantly.

It was a dazzling red that seemed to be soaked in blood, as if scarlet blood droplets would seep from the sky in the next second, bringing an ominous filter.

Against this eerie background, all the buildings are shrouded in it, which is disturbing.

Huang Mao sucked in a breath of cold air in a low voice, his face turning pale.

Su Cheng, who was closest to him, heard it and turned his head to look over: "What's wrong?"

"..." Huang Mao shook his head and stammered, "No, nothing."

Although the red sky is rare in dungeons, it is not without precedent. After all, this is not the real world, and all strange situations have the possibility of happening.

but……

Huang Mao couldn't help but raised his eyes and glanced at the sky above his head again.

Among all the people here, he is the only one who has entered the copy of Fantasy Amusement Park.

For some reason, the color of the sky here gave him a very familiar feeling, and the last time he felt this way was a copy of the Fantasy Amusement Park.

we can even say……

If not for those wounded eyes, the two skies are almost identical.

"Hey, look at it."

At this moment, Luce's solemn voice came from beside him, interrupting Huang Mao's thoughts.

Several people turned their heads and looked in the direction that Luce pointed. At that moment, everyone couldn't help but their hearts tightened, and they almost forgot how to breathe.

Behind them is the main building of the Ping An Sanatorium who just escaped.

Compared to the beginning, it looks unrecognizable.

The huge building was shrouded in the red light of the sky, and the walls were covered with pieces of flesh film, some of which were gushing out from the cracks in the windows, and some were overflowing directly from the cracks in the walls. It started from the top floor. The top floor of the Ping An Sanatorium can no longer see the walls, but is completely swallowed by the thick, life-like flesh membrane, and those agitating, neuron-like "creatures" , which appears to be spreading downwards.

It is now temporarily stationary.

However, they have no doubt that after the next bell, these flesh membranes will start to move again, until the entire Peaceful Sanatorium is swallowed up.

"How long do you think it will last?"

Su Cheng looked at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao glanced at the main body of the entire building with a white face, and slowly shook his head: "At most, twice, maybe even less..."

If the flesh membrane can spread so much in one bell, then in the next two bells, the entire building will disappear completely, if the previous "rules" still work.

The fate of the anchors still in the Ping An Sanatorium by then is obvious.

At this rate of spread, it is also difficult for chapels to be safe.

The streamers have only two options.

Either complete the mission and get enough points to leave the dungeon before the Ping An Sanatorium disappears, or you must die.

Everyone realizes this.

"How many points do you have left?" Luce turned his head and asked.

Several people's faces are not very good-looking.

Some points tasks in this dungeon are not limited to the number of people who can complete them, but some are limited in number and time. Once the anchor completes, the quest will disappear permanently in the dungeon, which also results in that the tasks activated by each person are different. The same is true for the number of points earned as a result.

The person who completed the most tasks among them was Luce, but even he was less than 3,000 points away from passing the level...

To do it in two bells...that's just too extreme.

Shaoyao glanced at his task bar.

After they came to the atrium, the taskbar was updated with new tasks.

[The primary mission has been refreshed: enter the chapel]

【Reward Points: 200】

Obviously, after entering the church, there should be more tasks for the anchor to complete.

"Come on, let's go in."

Luce pondered for a few seconds and said rationally.

He looked at Su Cheng and Huang Mao and said, "How about you, together?"

Su Cheng shook his head: "No."

"You want to wait for your teammates?" Luce frowned, "I suggest not, he has been separated from us since the elevator, and his life and death are unknown. To put it bluntly, the possibility of him coming out alive is very low. Practically hoping to wait, it's better to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Cheng:

"If he thinks so, then it's impossible for me to leave the lab in the first place."

"..."

This sentence was very sharp, and Luce stopped talking.

Even if you don't need to observe much, you can see that the two should have known each other for a long time, otherwise the guy would not be at a critical juncture, dragging the unconscious body of his teammates in his hand. Impressive.

Good words are hard to persuade a ghost to die.

But another person is different.

He looked at Huang Mao: "What about you, do you want to wait too?"

"Follow us, you have a much better chance of surviving."

Luce rarely persuaded.

After all, the number of missions is only a few - whoever activates and completes it first gets the more advantage.

It's not that he has established a deep bond with the other party, but, in such a short period of time, Luce also noticed Huang Mao's visual talent.

Therefore, Luce actually has a little selfishness to dig around.

This kind of talent is inexpensive to activate and lasts for a long time. Even if it is not activated, the anchor will not lose its visual advantage.

Moreover, compared to the host with unknown talent, he does not seem to be very familiar with the captain on the opposite side. He is less timid and easier to control, and his addition can improve the survival probability of the team.

However, to his great surprise, this yellow-haired looking timid and timid, shook his head without hesitation, and rejected his proposal:

"No, no, I'll just wait here."

Su Cheng's rejection of Luce was not unexpected, but Huang Mao was so firm, he didn't expect it.

He paused and couldn't help but glanced at the Ping An Sanatorium behind him.

The building has been swallowed by a small part, and it looks precarious against the background of the blood-colored sky - the life and death of the captain on the opposite side is unknown, and he is lost in it, and he does not know if it is possible to survive.

Even so, there are still two team members who are willing to sacrifice their chances of survival and stay just to wait for him.

"..."

In the previous experience, Luce had a full understanding of the guy's ability, but what he didn't expect was that he still underestimated the opponent's ability to control people's hearts.

This kind of charm that can make people follow with all their hearts is really terrible.

He sighed, no longer trying to persuade him, but turned away with his two teammates, and walked quickly towards the chapel.

Shaoyao's eyes flashed, and she turned her head to glance at Su Cheng and the two who were waiting in the atrium, turned around, and caught up with her teammates.

Su Cheng turned his head to look at Huang Mao.

He was both surprised and not surprised by this guy's choice.

Surprisingly, this seemingly timid person would actually choose such a dangerous option under such circumstances. The reason is not surprising... Although he didn't know this guy before, he was, after all, the leader of Wen Jianyan. come in.

And Wen Jianyan himself has such magic power.

"What's your name?" Su Cheng asked.

His attitude changed.

If it is said that he only regarded this guy as a temporary teammate before, he has now regarded him as a partner who can continue to get along and cooperate in the future.

Huang Mao grinned: "Yang Fan."

"Su Cheng."

Su Cheng introduced himself.

The two palms clasped together briefly.

An invisible, almost tacit affirmation was born.

Su Cheng retracted his hand, turned his head to look at the building not far away, took a deep breath, and activated his talent.

Looking at the familiar drawing action of the other party, Huang Mao was startled, and immediately realized what the other party was doing. He calmed down and watched the other party's behavior nervously.

After a few seconds, it was all over.

Su Cheng lowered his head and frowned, staring at his palm, as if there was an invisible card there.

"What question did you ask?"

Huang Mao did not dare to breathe, and asked in a low voice.

"His safety."

"The results of it?"

"..." Su Cheng lowered his face, shook his head slowly, and raised his eyes: "I don't know."

Huang Mao was stunned for two seconds.

Although he is not a tarot master, he has played in the real world before. The advice given by tarot may be vague and difficult to interpret, but there will always be a direction.

Whether it is a card or a card, in front of a senior tarot master, there will always be a little bit of information leaked.

But... don't know?

how come?

Su Cheng stared at the blank card in his palm with a solemn expression.

Since he got the talent, he has only drawn blank cards twice, once was the question that Wen Jianyan asked last time, and the other time is now.

Even the talent of prophecy can't see through the fog of fate, as if there is a more powerful existence that isolates his ability, no matter what card he draws in the past, there will be a little faint in his heart, something similar to intuition, but , only when he drew a blank card, his mind was empty and nothing.

Could it be that……

Is the safety of the other party this time related to the problem last time?

*

The second floor of Ping An Sanatorium.

The rest of the journey went smoothly.

Perhaps because the number of high-risk patients on the negative second floor was not large, and they were not affected, they turned into monsters like the negative first floor and the hall, so they did not encounter many difficult things along the way, and they came very smoothly. to the stairs.

Wen Jianyan stood there and looked up.

The stairs are dark deep, leading into the distance.

The stairwells on the first and second floors are connected. As long as he walks up this stairway, he does not need to go to the first floor again. Instead, he can go directly through the hall and then go to the atrium from the hall.

In ten minutes at most, he will be able to leave Ping An Sanatorium completely.

But Wen Jianyan knew that his real test had just begun.

Without a trace, he glanced at No. 02 beside him.

The other party looked no different from just now, with a relaxed posture and a happy expression. His brown eyes were half hidden under the curled eyelashes, and he couldn't see the look of the bottom of his eyes.

The flimsy rope begins to have a tendency to break.

Because the other side of Libra starts to overweight.

Leaving here means that the already fragile cooperative relationship between the two will end. Wen Jianyan no longer needs a high-risk patient to escort him. No. 02 could not have known this.

Cooperating with high-risk patients is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. At most, it can only maintain a temporary balance. However, as long as there is a slight change in the environment, the safety on the surface will be easily broken.

Wen Jianyan understood that he was playing a very dangerous game.

A little careless, the whole game is lost.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and headed up the stairs first.

Da-da, da-da, da-da.

The even sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow space, each one as if it were beating on his heart.

In other words, if you want to be bitten back...

It's almost time.