Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 177

"..."

Watching the sudden change in her hair color, Wen Jianyan was stunned.

This is……?

The color as white as the first snow wrapped around his fingertips, and the familiar color made him capture some fleeting clues.

After being activated, the [Holy Infant Remains] is a snow-white baby, with extremely light-pigmented pale white hair and eyes.

Could it be that……

In any case, this is not an issue that must be considered now. Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision: "This is not important, we will talk about it later."

Saying that, he let go of his hand, turned his head and glanced behind him quickly.

Under the crimson sky, there are old and tall gray buildings, scarlet flesh membranes gushing out from the gaps between the windows and walls, as if some kind of monster without a specific form is bred from the womb of the brick and tile structure. Come over to devour the mother, and continue to spread outward.

The good news is that the high-risk patients in the Ping An Nursing Home have not been chased out.

But the bad news is that at this rate, the place will probably fall before long, leaving them very limited time to stand still.

At this moment, Huang Mao's tone-shifting voice sounded from the side: "Then, that...you, look at the church—!"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback by the frightened tone of the other party, and looked into the church subconsciously.

Contrary to their initial guess, it seemed that it was not difficult to enter the church, and the door was left open unprepared, revealing the whole view of the chapel.

On the high dome, the scarlet skylight penetrated through the glass and sprinkled on the rows of black wooden seats. At the end of the hall was a high cross and a pulpit, and everything was shrouded in a pale red light. In the shadow of halo and black, the place that should be extra holy now looks strange everywhere.

"Left, the end of the left, the third from the bottom row." Huang Mao's trembling voice sounded in his ears, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and was suppressed very low.

Following his guidance, Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng looked in that direction.

After seeing it clearly, both of them were suffocating.

Beyond the dim red skylight, there was a thick and thick shadow that could not penetrate the light. If you looked carefully, you could vaguely see two figures sitting side by side in an inconspicuous corner.

With their backs to the door, they were motionless, with their heads lowered, as if two believers were praying devoutly. The motionless black silhouette seemed to melt into the shadows, as if it had merged with the entire church.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something.

He turned his head to look at the two in front of him, spoke faster, and asked in a low voice, "What about Luce and the others? Are they separated from you?"

Su Cheng nodded:

"Yes, after we left the main building of the nursing home, they separated from us and entered the church first."

He was slightly startled: "So you mean..."

"There is a possibility."

Wen Jianyan frowned, looked into the church fixedly, and said in a low voice.

He was actually not surprised that the Luce team took the lead.

After all, the team formation between them is only a temporary state, and they are simply bound by interests, and they have no obligation to look after each other. Wen Jianyan didn't expect them to stay outside the church and wait for him to reconcile.

In a sense, Luce and the others took the initiative to enter the church, which he was more willing to see.

You must know that if you are the first to explore unfamiliar areas after the dungeon is alienated, high returns must be accompanied by high risks. Some people are willing to take the lead in exploring the way, and Wen Jianyan will naturally not refuse.

but……

If the two silhouettes in the church are really members of Luce's team, it would be really bad.

Judging from the way they are motionless now... I'm afraid it's more fortunate than good.

You must know that the three members of Luce's team are all senior anchors, but they were recruited. Judging from this evaluation standard, the degree of danger here is higher than he imagined.

In the church, the two figures were motionless, and they were obviously far apart, but they gave people a strong sense of unease.

"Then...then what do we do now?"

Huang Mao's face was white, and he fixedly stared at the seemingly calm, but full of unknown chapel in front of him, with a terrified and tangled expression on his face.

To enter, or not to enter?

According to common sense, it is best not to go in, but...

He turned his head to look behind him.

The color of the sky seems to be bleeding outward, and the fleshy membrane spreading from the building is rushing in this direction, slowly but unstoppable, just like watching the waves several meters high slap under the hurricane. Come, bring a suffocating sense of oppression.

"I'm afraid we have no choice," Su Cheng gritted his teeth, "Why not..."

"and many more."

Wen Jianyan said suddenly.

Both of them were startled and looked over.

"Don't act rashly, rush into unknown dangerous areas in fear, and the mortality rate is very high. Especially when the Luce team is three-fold."

Wen Jianyan's face was calm and her voice was steady, "I think, by comparison, the probability of survival is high if you stay here."

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily looked behind him again.

In just a few minutes, the scarlet waves of flesh overflowed the porch and flowed down the flat ground, completely covering the position they were waiting for, and there was no tendency to slow down at all.

Looking at the flesh membrane that was gradually approaching in this direction, the yellow hair's scalp felt numb.

Although the church is full of unknowns, no one can remain calm in the face of the looming danger of death. Even if they know that there may be more terrifying risks behind them, they cannot resist the horror of this approaching death. It felt as if the people on the gallows were watching the ropes around their necks tighten a little bit, and the blades that shone with cold light quickly fell above their heads.

Huang Mao was sweating all over, he couldn't help but take a step back, and before he was about to enter the church, he stopped abruptly.

He couldn't help looking at Wen Jianyan beside him.

The young man stood there, staring fixedly into the distance.

His pupils were originally light, and his skin was white, but his hair suddenly turned silver, which inexplicably added a sense of inhumanity to him, which seemed out of tune with the surrounding environment.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, and there was an unfathomable emotion in the amber pupils, and there was an unusual calmness.

The other party's composure made Huang Mao a little less panicked, and he asked with a faint hope, "Really, really?"

Wen Jianyan didn't look back:

"Probably 40 to 50 percent."

Yellow Hair: "..."

In other words, the death rate is full 50-60%? !

He stared at the scarlet wave that was getting closer and closer, as if it was swallowing everything, and his eyes went black.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

Su Cheng's forehead was oozing with sweat, his heart was beating like a drum, and he gradually had a feeling of suffocation like he couldn't breathe.

Beneath the gradually shrinking living space, the open empty church behind brings a powerful temptation that increases every second...

Are you really not going in?

Although there may be hidden dangers inside, as long as you don't die here, there will always be more solutions...

"hold on."

Seeming to know what his teammates were thinking, Wen Jianyan said while staring fixedly into the distance.

His slender body was tense, like a bowstring that would break in the next second, but his voice remained calm.

"and many more."

Five meters, three meters.

too close.

So close that you can see the scarlet, living creature-like neurons, the thin tentacles sticking out, and it seems that you can vaguely see the shape of some kind of strange monster, like outstretched hands, facial features. Blank face, big open mouth.

Su Cheng and Huang Mao's faces gradually became ugly, their bodies were stiff and straight, and they leaned back subconsciously, as if they wanted to stay away from these things as much as possible, as if they would devour themselves in the next second.

Suddenly, without warning, the deafening bell rang.

"When - when - when -"

The sound came from the church in front of you. Because of the distance, the penetrating sound came straight to the door, almost making people feel dizzy.

The sound spread wave after wave towards the distance.

The viscous, semi-fluid scarlet gum, less than a meter away from them, finally stopped its spreading trend, as if it were dead.

Silence comes.

The air seemed to stagnate at this moment, as if time had stopped passing.

After just a few seconds, several talents finally reacted.

……ended.

"call."

Su Cheng's face was covered in sweat, and he let out a long sigh of relief. After his body relaxed, he almost had the illusion that he would lose his strength in a second.

Huang Mao's face was even paler. If he hadn't supported the wall beside him, he would have sat on the ground with his legs soft.

The next second, a huge sound of wind whistling sounded close to the back of the head!

"Bang!" The sound was deafening.

It was already at the end of the fight, and the two men, whose nerves were tense to the limit, jumped up suddenly: "Ah, ah, ah!" They screamed subconsciously, and instinctively turned their heads and looked behind them.

The door of the church was tightly closed behind several people, and the dark wooden door had a black iron-like texture under the red sky, which firmly blocked several people from outside.

The pupils of the two men shrunk, panting rapidly.

"I'm stupid, scared, scared to death..." Huang Mao gasped, still in shock.

Although Su Cheng's face was bloodless, he was better than Huang Mao in terms of courage. He tentatively reached out and pushed the door.

Not moving.

He leaned over and squinted into the crack of the door.

In the narrow gap, it was pitch black like thick ink, and there was no light at all. Whether it was the red skylight, the neat seats, or the two motionless figures with their backs facing them, it was like a false illusion. perished.

All that was left was an endless darkness.

At that moment, a layer of cold sweat oozes out of Su Cheng's back.

He suddenly felt scared.

If it wasn't for Wen Jianyan who always gritted his teeth and insisted never stepping into the church, then they would have disappeared into the darkness like the two figures, and there was no chance of them even escaping.

He looked at Wen Jianyan beside him.

The other side's expression is still calm, and he has the aura that Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his expression.

"you……"

Before Su Cheng could finish the remaining words, he saw Wen Jianyan turned around abruptly, held the stone pillar with one hand, lowered his head and retched out:

"vomit!"

Su Cheng: "."

... as expected of you.

After ten seconds, Wen Jianyan finally straightened up.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his silver-white hair was sticking to his pale face, and there was a morbid flush on his cheekbones, making him look embarrassed and fragile.

"Are you okay?" Su Cheng patted his back.

Wen Jianyan shook her head and said illly, "It's nothing, it's just a physiological nausea."

He had a habit of retching when he was nervous, and he couldn't get over it in a while.

You know, in the short and long few minutes just now, Wen Jianyan was far from being as calm as it seemed.

You know, Luce and the others went to the church at a different time. Luce and the others entered the church before the bell rang, but their current time is after the bell rang.

If the rules in the main building of the Ping An Sanatorium apply here, then it is very likely that two different maps appear in front of them.

So, now the church is only more dangerous.

Wen Jianyan didn't dare to gamble on the odds of three deaths and two deaths.

If, according to past experience, the bell is a harbinger of the alternation of the outer world and the inner world, and the length of the inner world increases every time the bell rings, then no matter how deadly danger is hidden inside, they must enter the church.

However, according to the conclusion drawn by Wen Jianyan before, the dungeon has been alienated, and the inner world is no longer growing in time step by step until the outer world is completely replaced, but as it is now, invading ahead of time until it is finally fully integrated .

In this case, the previous bell interval length has lost its meaning. If it is still doubled as before, then, according to the speed of the flesh membrane, the church should be swallowed up very soon, and it will not be given to the people who are in it. Any chance of survival for the anchor.

That's doomed.

At that time, the entire Peaceful Sanatorium will not have any safe place, that is to say, even if they enter the church in time, they will be swallowed up.

In that case, it's better to fight.

Of course, Wen Jianyan was also prepared to guess wrong.

After all, the church is different from any area in the sanatorium. As the core area of ​​the entire dungeon, all the rules are derived from here, so there is a high possibility that the reverse push will fail.

If it really came to the last moment, and the bell had not rang, he would still rush into the church with his teeth--at that time, even if it was a three-to-two probability, he would not be able to gamble.

One more minute of life is one minute, and it is possible to break the game only if you are alive.

Wen Jianyan said that the success rate was only 40-50%, which was not a lie.

"..."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and wiped her face, looking tired.

Another high-risk patient built by the entire team, another sudden bell, and the fatal trap in the church just now... One by one, these are simply challenging his ability to bear.

Looking back now, it feels like a dream.

"Then what do we do next?" Su Cheng asked.

Wen Jianyan turned around, looked at the tightly closed church door behind her, and tried to raise her hand to push it - sure enough, it was as motionless as steel welded to death.

There was no lock on the door, it just simply couldn't be opened.

Thinking of the two backs they saw before, I'm afraid... the world at the door is not the same as the concept of space they are familiar with.

Fortunately, he finally made the correct judgment, otherwise, they would have been locked in it now, and even if they wanted to leave, they would not be able to leave.

"Could it be... can we just wait until the next time the bell rings to get in?"

Huang Mao showed an expression of wanting to cry without tears.

Isn't that back to the starting point?

If the previous incident happened again, he didn't know if he would be able to get out of his body...

Wen Jianyan pondered for a few seconds, then raised his eyes to look at Su Cheng: "Luce and the others went to the church before the bell rang, that is to say, he shouldn't be able to open the door at that time, where do you think they will go? ?"

Su Cheng was startled.

That's right, when Luce came, the bell hadn't rang, which means...

"Any other doors?"

Wen Jianyan nodded:

"It's just...I don't think that can be called a door."

"What's the meaning?"

Huang Mao asked suspiciously.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and said meaningfully, "Have you forgotten? [All corpses will be transported to the atrium]."

"!"

Hearing this sentence, the two of them couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs, and a layer of goosebumps developed from head to toe.

Wen Jianyan: "Let's go, let's go around the church and we should be able to find a way to enter it."

"But we had better move quickly,"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said, "The rhythm of this dungeon is accelerating."

Since the time in the inner world is shortened, the time in the outer world is likely to be shortened as well.

There was not much time left for them to explore.

The other two nodded.

Under the leadership of Wen Jianyan, several people walked back along the gray brick wall of the church, carefully avoiding the stagnant flesh membrane not far away, and cautiously touching forward.

There was a dead silence under the crimson sky, only the rustling of deliberately suppressed footsteps could be heard.

Soon, several people circled to the side of the church.

Speechless all the way.

As Huang Mao walked, he stared at Wen Jianyan who was walking not far from him, opened his mouth, but stopped talking, but he couldn't suppress the thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

Wen Jianyan didn't look back: "Ask whatever you want."

Huang Mao scratched his head and laughed dryly "hehe", as if he didn't expect his little movements to be discovered.

"That's...you really don't know why?"

He pointed to the other person's hair and asked carefully.

"Well……"

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a while, then realized that the other party was talking about his changed hair color.

"Some clues."

He said vaguely.

Although Wen Jianyan is still not completely sure of the specific principle, and does not know why nothing happened when activating the item before, this time it was suddenly affected...

But his current changes are likely to be inseparable from the item [The Remains of the Holy Infant].

Huang Mao asked, "Have you felt any changes?"

"That's not it."

He shrugged.

To be honest, if Su Cheng didn't mention it just now, Wen Jianyan wouldn't even notice that his hair color had changed.

"Do you feel it again? Maybe there will be any difference, such as a change in physique, or the ability to suddenly release powers or something?"

Huang Mao's eyes were sparkling, and he gestured reluctantly.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His gaze stopped for a moment on the splendid golden hair of the other party, and he seemed to realize why this guy was particularly interested in this aspect.

He replied with a complicated expression: "I think you should read less novels."

"Then leave it alone, it's pretty good-looking anyway," Su Cheng said, raised his hand and patted Wen Jianyan's shoulder, comforting, "How fashionable."

Wen Jianyan: "."

"thank you."

He thanked him blankly.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha haha ​​laughed to death, it seems to know why Huang Mao has such a positive hair color!"

"But it's really good looking... apply for a permanent look!"

"I feel that the host should be able to activate the title system after this dungeon is over. This wave is a record-breaking one. It's the first time I've seen a host who can activate the title so early, and it's such an exceptional title. ...that's really cool."

After fooling Huang Mao, Wen Jianyan turned back again and looked behind.

Behind him, the flesh membrane remained motionless, as if hitting an air wall, drawing a clear dividing line.

Countless questions flashed through my mind.

Has the Ping An Sanatorium completely fallen? Are the anchors who stayed inside still alive? And those at high risk...

Wen Jianyan flashed the scene in the hall earlier in his mind.

At that time, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air was on the verge of breaking out, and several high-risk groups confronted each other. The atmosphere was extremely tense. It seemed that they would fight without hesitation in the next second. The sound of gradually dense water droplets falling to the ground uttered a meaningful sentence.

You guys, look at the occasion, okay?

That guy is coming.

The situation was tense before, and Wen Jianyan was in a hurry to run away, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but now he finally has time to think about it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the scarlet flesh membranes overflowing from the windows, doors, and cracks in the walls.

When No. 02 said this sentence, it was when these flesh membranes invaded the hall at an extremely fast speed. According to past experience, it should be the reason that the entire copy had become alienated and the patient lost his human form. Wen Jian Yan has always regarded it as some kind of monster without life and thinking ability, but now it seems... there seems to be another possibility.

However, Wen Jianyan didn't think that the anchors who stayed in the Ping An Sanatorium had been wiped out.

They were able to escape by hiding in the data room before, and others should be able to find a similar refuge. For them, the real danger should come from the alienation of the patient, not the erosion of the flesh membrane.

Because... Wen Jianyan had a strange premonition.

This thing might be chasing after him.

"Look ahead!" Huang Mao suddenly shouted.

Several people looked in the direction of his fingers.

A small cart was lying in the clearing in between, the cart board was empty, and the old wooden edges were covered with dark brown dirty marks, like dried blood.

This should be the tool used in the Peace Sanatorium to transport the corpse to the atrium.

"Go and have a look."

Saying that, Wen Jianyan took a step forward.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the side.

Several people were suddenly startled, subconsciously guarded, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Soon, a familiar figure rushed straight from the back of the church—

The man was staggering, his body was covered in blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed, as if he had just escaped from the dead.

When he saw Wen Jianyan and the others, the other party was also stunned:

"Is it you...?"

His voice was hoarse, but he couldn't hide the familiar female voice below.

"Peony?" Wen Jianyan was startled.

The moment she heard the other party's voice, Shaoyao seemed to lose her strength, and her whole body softened. If it wasn't for Wen Jianyan's quick eyes and hands, she would probably fall directly to the ground.

Her fingers were cold and trembling, and her pale face was covered in blood, as if she had experienced something extremely terrifying.

Only after Wen Jianyan supported the other party did she realize that the body under her palm was shaking uncontrollably.

Wen Jianyan frowned: "what happened?"

"History, the task of epic props."

Shaoyao raised his head, gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "We have started, and more than half of it is completed, only the last step is left."

"...!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

That can explain it.

Why is a three-person team composed of senior anchors reduced to the extent that only one person is left alive?

In this high-level dungeon, the hidden task of epic-level props is not so easy to complete, which is absolutely no less than a major crisis in a dungeon rated S.

"Let's make a deal."

Suddenly, the weak fingers that fell on the arm suddenly twisted, and Wen Jianyan was in pain.

"You help me save people."

As if catching the last straw, Shaoyao tried her best to hold Wen Jianyan's arm tightly, her eyes burst into flames, "The props are yours."

*

Shaoyao poured a bottle of pain reliever and a bottle of passivation agent one after another, and finally regained her strength.

She stood up and raised her hand to wipe the blood from her face.

The woman's face was very pale, and her eyes became more and more bright like a ghost fire. She looked at Wen Jianyan and asked, "Do you agree?"

"not yet."

Wen Jianyan shrugged.

He looked very calm, and he didn't seem to be moved by the conditions proposed by Shaoyao, "Tell me first, how did you get in?"

Shaoyao was not surprised by Wen Jianyan's answer.

Although epic-level props are a great temptation, if you agree to it when you don't know the situation at all, it is not utter stupidity and self-awareness, that is, you are ready to break your promise from the beginning.

Wen Jianyan's caution now is actually more reassuring.

"The main entrance of the church can't be entered. We went around to the back and found a small door entrance, which is the passage for transporting the corpse, for us to pass..."

Shaoyao took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Then what happened?"

"The body is alive."

In just four words, the hidden meaning behind it is creepy.

You must know that during several rounds of alternation between the world and the outside world, not only the anchors died, but also the patients who were originally in the nursing home. How many people were sent to the chapel?

No one knows the exact numbers.

Looking at the depths and shallows of Shaoyao's body, the bloodstains were layered on top of each other, and several people couldn't help but feel a chill behind their backs.

"We narrowly escaped and entered the interior of the church."

"A chapel?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"no."

Unexpectedly, Shaoyao shook his head, "I'm not sure where it is, but it's definitely not a chapel, more like..."

Shaoyao's face was slightly pale, but she still insisted on saying:

"More like a cemetery."

Bones on top of bones, corpses on top of corpses, blood on top of blood.

Even just the memory made her shiver.

"In the very center of the cemetery, we received tasks related to epic-level props," Shaoyao continued, "to complete the three sacraments."

"Sacrament?" Huang Mao showed a blank expression.

Wen Jianyan answered naturally:

"The Seven Sacraments of Catholicism: Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist, Penance, Anointing, Holy Orders, and Marriage."

"right."

Shaoyao nodded: "However, it will not be as strict as the requirements in the real world, it is enough to follow the prompts step by step."

Of course, these were all "improved" dungeons, and naturally each match had its own dangers.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and pondered for a while, then asked, "How much have you accomplished?"

"Two games," said Shaoyao, "Sacrament and anointing."

If she is right, then, in this dungeon, most of the tasks of the epic-level props have indeed been completed, and only the last step can be completely completed.

"Which one did you fail in?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"Repent." Shaoyao replied.

"Why this one?"

Wen Jianyan frowned.

"In the other items, each identity is played by our members, which can minimize the risk, but this one is different..." Shaoyao gritted his teeth and said:

"Only in this one, there are people in the compartment of the confessional."

"Someone?!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

"Yes," Shaoyao nodded, with a look that could almost be called fear:

"A...a priest who can't see clearly."

Her face paled even more, and her trembling icy fingers were twisted together, as if this was the only way to control her trembling instinctive reaction.

The air was dead silent.

The three of Wen Jianyan stood in front of her with solemn expressions on their faces, as if trying to figure out the danger of this mission.

The atmosphere was gloomy and oppressive, almost breathless.

Until Shaoyao broke the silence and said:

"I will stand in front of you alive," she said with a miserable smile, half sad and half ashamed, "because I'm the only one who didn't enter the confessional."