Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 188

……what?

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

As if being pulled by some force majeure, his eyes were on the old yellowed paper.

On the kraft paper, the line of writing on the blackboard slowly disappeared, and new words appeared.

"After struggling for so long, you finally realized that the entire Ping An Nursing Home is a breeding ground for the incubating of divine fetuses, but, obviously, there is something missing in this nursing home. Never really succeeded, and in order to get out of here, you decided to go through the process, make up for what's missing, make it a full circle again, and let the true God be born out of the circle.

You have already discovered that the number '7' is the key. Whether it is seven floors, seven bells, or seven freaks, it all proves that only '7' can truly breed gods.

You start to think, where exactly did you not achieve a '7'? "

...where did you not achieve [7]?

Wen Jianyan was stunned, something flashed in his mind suddenly.

Sacrament!

Only three of the seven sacraments are fulfilled!

At that moment, the whole thought became clear.

Obviously, the Nightmare Live Room does not want this dungeon to accomplish its goal. If the creation of the gods is successful, then the entire dungeon will be closed, and it will not be able to put the streamers into it.

Therefore, even if it is a task related to an epic hidden item, the seven sacraments only need to be completed three times, precisely because the nightmare does not want the anchors to end the dungeon in this way.

While Wen Jianyan was stunned, the writing on the kraft paper faded again, and more words emerged.

"Suddenly, you realize that it turns out to be a sacrament!

The failure to complete the seven sacraments has also led to an irreparable vacancy in this perfect circle, which will never allow it to achieve its purpose.

So, you decide to go to the back room on the right side of the catacombs, where you will find everything you need to accomplish your goal. Only in this way can you escape from this terrible world and end this cruel cycle forever.

However, all this must be done before the first coincidence.

The mouth bites the tail, the bell rings, and everything will start again.

Your time is running out. "

"..."

Looking at the handwriting on the kraft paper, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling the scalp tingling.

The "omniscient" it showed made him very uneasy, not because it was so familiar with the structure and laws of this copy, but because it was very aware of his own progress and thoughts - it knew that Wen Jianyan now has What kind of information, to what extent the rules of this copy have been grasped, and knowing what it is going to reveal based on it, and how much to reveal, can make the other party have to trust him even if he is very vigilant.

It's almost like reading minds.

Really scary.

Suddenly, Huang Mao gasped, and let out a suppressed and trembling low breath: "Wait, have you noticed that this place doesn't seem to be the same...?"

Wen Jianyan was startled and looked up.

"You, you look here, here, and there..."

Huang Mao's face was very pale, and although he forced himself not to show any panic, the frightened flinch still leaked from the bottom of his eyes.

The catacombs are very large and the light is very dim. When everyone is gathered in the center, it is difficult to observe the changes around them.

Shaoyao's eyes quickly exchanged for the flashlight, and the bright beam of light pierced the darkness and swept in the direction pointed by Huang Mao.

Under the light, the rest of the people were shocked, and they couldn't help showing expressions of astonishment.

The walls that were originally made of bricks, earth and tiles suddenly appeared as smooth as metal. Above the high dome, the ceiling became smooth and clean, and the sarcophagus that had been pushed open seemed to be faintly visible. Glass is emerging from all around.

"This...this is?"

Su Cheng widened his eyes.

Luce whispered:

"It's like... the laboratory is merging with the catacombs a little bit."

The two are exactly the same pattern, and there is absolutely no sense of incongruity in this blend.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank, and she lowered her head subconsciously to look at the kraft paper in her hand.

[All this must be done before the first coincidence, the mouth bites the tail, the bell rings, and everything will start again]

According to his previous guess, the so-called "head" is the laboratory, and the "tail" is the catacomb.

Like a real Ouroboros, the entire copy is slowly taking shape.

When the Ouroboros bites into a "circle", the seventh bell rings—unless Wen Jianyan completes the vacant conditions before that, the dungeon will restart.

The handwriting on the kraft paper changed again:

"You can ask me two questions."

Immediately afterwards, the line of characters began to slowly fade away, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a smooth and flat surface, as if it was brand new and had never been used.

"..." Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, folded the kraft paper and put it in his pocket.

He stood up, the useless black box casually set aside.

"I, what are we going to do?"

Huang Mao looked extremely panicked, and could hardly control his fingernails. He stared at Wen Jianyan closely, as if a drowning person was holding on to his only life-saving straw.

He vaguely realized that the countdown to the entire copy had begun.

Together with their lives.

The silver-haired youth lowered his eyes, his pale face had no superfluous expressions, as if he was wearing a stone mask.

He is thinking.

The others watched him nervously.

After a few seconds, Wen Jianyan seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the depths of the catacombs.

The young man's back was straight, his steps were steady and fast, as if he knew his destination very well, and disappeared into a dark shadow in the blink of an eye.

"?"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. Although they didn't know the meaning of Wen Jianyan's move, they still followed.

"What's in front of that?"

Su Cheng frowned, lowered his voice, and asked Huang Mao's ear.

"...Nothing at all." The doubts on Huang Mao's face were no less than that of Su Cheng.

He has good eyesight and can't be restricted by the darkness, but according to his eyesight, there is just an empty stone wall in front of him, and there is nothing at all.

I saw Wen Jianyan standing in front of the end of the route, raising her eyes to look at the stone wall in front of her, raising her hand to touch it, as if she was looking for something.

The rest of the people stood not far away, and the doubts on their faces deepened.

After a few minutes, Luce finally couldn't help it, and he asked, "What are you looking for..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a light "click" coming from the front. Then, something in the shadows began to move, like the sound of stone walls rubbing against each other.

Everyone was stunned.

Shaoyao came back to his senses and shone the flashlight in his hand.

In the darkness, a door made of rock opened slowly, revealing a bottomless dark tunnel.

She took a deep breath: "Secret door?!"

"how do you……?"

Before the question was finished, Wen Jianyan walked into the unknown darkness without hesitation.

Su Cheng was startled: "Wait! Be careful—"

The young man's calm voice came from the darkness: "Don't worry, there is no danger inside, you can come in with confidence."

"..."

Several people looked at each other, and the surprise on their faces was even heavier.

Although dubious, they still walked towards the secret door.

Wen Jianyan held the flashlight exchanged from the system store in her hand, and stood in the hollow and cold stone cave, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the darkness, and she felt an inexplicable holy feeling.

He heard footsteps and stepped aside.

The eyes of several people fell in front of him, and they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It was a small stone platform, like a preaching platform, and a place for sacrifice. In front of it lay a corpse that had turned into a mummified corpse. It was wearing a dusty priest's uniform. The place where the cross was worn was empty, and the fingers were still pressing on something, but the Bible below was gone.

The face that lost its flesh and skin looked particularly terrifying in the darkness, and the dark eye sockets stared straight into the distance, as if contemplating something.

Shaoyao turned around and looked around. She seemed to recognize something. She widened her eyes in astonishment, and said, "This, these are all the props needed to complete the sacrament?!"

When they completed those sacraments before, all the props were lacking, and they could only follow the way prompted by the system-during the process, they encountered countless life-and-death crises, although in the end they were forced to It was resolved, but thinking back now, it still made her tremble.

And now in front of her are all the props needed to complete the sacrament.

Whether it is holy water, holy oil, or the bread of the Eucharist... and so on, all are readily available.

Wen Jianyan nodded and said slowly:

"That's why this copy has never been successful."

His previous experience in the special scene really happened.

And the priest he played, after completing his work, was obviously also connected to this black box, but died - so, even if there are seven freaks, seven floors, seven At the next bell, this hotbed never gave birth to a true god, because it was not a perfect circle.

So, like a tape stuck in a stuck state, this copy repeats itself over and over again.

But the missing part is always missing, so it will never reach the end.

Wen Jianyan took out the Bible and the cross from his pocket, leaned over and put the cross on the priest's empty neck, and then stuffed the Bible into the other's palm.

"Crack-"

At the moment when things were returned to their original owners, a strange sound of bone friction sounded in the darkness, making the scalp almost numb.

"Kakaka."

The withered, skeletonized fingers slowly folded, clenching the Bible in their hands.

The mummified corpse's neck turned at an angle unimaginable to human beings, its hollow, dark eye sockets looked at the young man in front of him.

The real priest "lived".

Wen Jianyan held her breath slightly, took two steps back, and stared closely at the slowly recovering mummy in front of her. A pair of amber pupils shone with a bright, almost crazy gleam.

He smiled and said lightly:

"Okay, now let's make gods."