Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 215

Outside the closed glass door, there was a bottomless darkness, cold and dead.

"Da da, da da, da da..."

Stiff footsteps came from all directions, one, two, three... I don't know how many footsteps overlapped each other, echoing outside the empty shop, every sound seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, accompanied by footsteps The sound was pressing step by step, and the panic it brought gradually increased.

"..."

Qi Qian's face became extremely ugly.

Usually as the captain, no matter how dangerous the situation is, he will try his best to avoid showing too much mood swings, so as not to affect his teammates, but...

It has now deteriorated to the point of being extremely intractable.

One "customer" took the item, and the negative impact appeared to kill them, and now, multiple "customers" have arrived at once, and once they have all completed their purchases, there will be no need for their squad. Doubtful group.

The experience of the upper floor tells them that the cost of blocking "customers" from entering the door is extremely high.

If you want customers not to enter the store, the only way is to block the leakage of light.

After all, the lighting of the oil lamp means that the store is open and attracting "customers". Then, if the light is blocked, the store will be automatically judged as "suspended and closed", and the customers will also disperse.

but……

It also means that their emptying of shelves now has to stop.

The main entrance is blocked, and the radio that releases the curse cannot be thrown out of the store, and all of them will be locked in the store, accompanied by these deadly radios.

However, there are not enough options left for him.

Outside the door, the sound of stiff footsteps was still approaching from all directions, and the strong smell of rancidity and blood overflowed along the crack of the door, bringing a terrifying sense of oppression.

The lesser of two evils.

Right now, you can only choose the one with the least risk!

Qi Qian took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said sharply: "Close the glass door and use the props to block all the light!"

The rest of the people moved quickly.

They all knew that Qi Qian's decision was the right one. Once new customers entered the door at this juncture, what would await them would be a greater disaster.

With the experience of the previous floor, they moved very quickly. In just a few tens of seconds, the slightly transparent glass door was tightly sealed, leaving only darkness.

Several people stood there, panting slightly, staring vigilantly at the door where the light was blocked.

Although the crisis is temporarily lifted, they no longer need to worry about new customers entering the store and bringing new threats, but they do not feel relieved.

You know, the crisis in the store has not been lifted.

Su Cheng took the opportunity to turn his head and glance at the shop behind him.

Half the shelves have been emptied, and half are still full, and the radios big and small are flickering with power, eerie, cursed voices streaming out of them, intertwined, murmurs mingled with malicious intent in the dark. reverberate in.

The oil lamp was welded to the table, and under the blackened lampshade, the flame was expanding and beating. Although the speed was much lower than before, it still did not reach the level of the journey, but burned at almost twice the speed. They have spare lamp oil in their hands, and I am afraid it will be difficult to last for too long.

However, those footsteps still lingered outside the door, blocking the way for them to continue their actions.

Many ghosts were printed on the door, making people feel chills.

Su Cheng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously squeezed his fingers.

Although he is only a newcomer who has only experienced four dungeons not long after he entered the nightmare, because he has been following Wen Jianyan's actions, it means that the dungeons he can experience and the dungeon deformations he has seen are even farther away. Far more than the average senior anchor.

When Wen Jianyan decided to act alone, Su Chengcheng understood the unfinished meaning of the other party beyond words.

Obviously, there is another solution to the dungeon breaking, and Wen Jianyan is going to find it next.

And the actions he and Qi Qian's team carried out were the bottom line.

It is the last plan prepared by the dungeon for those who cannot break the game.

However, it is clear that in this kind of difficult dungeon, instead of exploring the rules, choosing this simple and rude way to break the game is to pay the price and bear the corresponding risks.

That is, the footsteps that are still lingering outside the door.

Su Cheng knew that with customers closing the door, his actions and Qi Qian's actions had come to an end, that is to say...

Wen Jianyan and Nursery Rhymes became their last hope.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was struggling with something.

*

the other side.

With the activation of her talent, Nursery Rhyme's eyes were covered with a thick layer of white nebula, turning her iris into an eerily pale white.

She stood there, her eyes rolled slowly, and her eyes moved slowly on the shelf in front of her, as if she was looking for something.

Only a few seconds after the talent was activated, a little cold sweat oozes out of Tong Yao's forehead.

Wen Jianyan kept a close eye on her movements from the side:

"How about it?"

"Just...give me some time."

The nursery rhyme shook her head with difficulty.

Now, the store in her eyes has changed dramatically before customers enter.

Before the crisis, almost all radios were normal, and only a few were entangled in the cold black air, but now, in her eyes, the entire shelf...

No, to be precise, the entire store was shrouded in black shadows.

The curse that was spread by countless media materialized, almost occupied her entire field of vision.

So terrifying, so depressing, and seeing the existence of such strange things with your own eyes can almost overwhelm the interest of any normal person, let alone a psychic medium with stronger psychic knowledge.

However, even so, the nursery rhyme still persisted, trying to find the most intense part in these layers of black air.

"..."

Wen Jianyan held her breath slightly, her eyes alert and alert, as if to capture all the details.

He waited patiently.

The eyes of the nursery rhyme covered with white shade moved slightly to the right, and suddenly freezed for a moment.

Wen Jianyan keenly caught the change in the other party's expression, and glanced in that direction——

The next second, a shrill scream burst out from the throat of the nursery rhyme! Heartbreaking, as if it contained great pain.

"!!"

Wen Jianyan was suddenly startled, and turned her head sharply to look in the direction of the nursery rhyme.

A line of scarlet blood tears slipped from the woman's eyes and flowed down her pale and blue cheeks, looking extremely shocking.

The nursery rhyme closed her eyes tightly, her eyelids were deeply sunken, and her originally beautiful face was distorted by the powerful pain.

She covered her eyes, trembling all over, pointed to a certain direction ahead, and a miserable voice squeezed out of her teeth: "Yes, in that direction, the third row."

By the end, the voice of the nursery rhyme was so weak that it could only make a breath sound:

"Sorry, I can't watch it anymore."

A palm was placed on his shoulder, and a warm touch came through the thin fabric. In the darkness, Nursery Rhythm heard the gentle voice of his companion:

"Don't worry, leave it to me next."

The other party's voice was very soft, and the few voices clearly had no emotion. They passed by the ear softly like the wind, but inexplicably gave people a strange sense of reassurance, which made people feel the urge to believe from the heart.

like……

Leave everything to him, really no problem.

The nursery rhyme nodded slowly.

After setting up the nursery rhyme, Wen Jianyan withdrew her hand and turned her head to look in the direction the other party just pointed.

This area almost went deep into the end of the store, but barely stayed within the range that the oil lamps could illuminate. Countless radios were quietly sitting on the shelves, and the lights symbolizing the power lights flickered slightly, and countless strange voices came from it. It seems that it is no different from the rest of the store, but only Wen Jianyan, who just followed the nursery rhyme's gaze and glanced in that direction for a short time, knows...

Just a few seconds after he retracted his gaze and talked to the nursery rhyme, the position of the radio on the shelf changed.

He raised his eyes, and his eyes stopped for a moment on the black radio on the second floor.

...it's just on the ground floor.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the light gray radio on the third floor again.

And it's just on the second floor.

That is to say, after the nursery rhyme could not be viewed with talent, the radio position of the entire area was changed, just to prevent the seeker from locating the existence of key props.

It is a good thing to encounter resistance, which shows that he is now looking in the right direction.

Once the key source radio is found, it all ends.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward.

"Zizi-"

A harsh electric current sounded at the place closest to his left, and the next second, a female voice sounded: "Dear listeners, good evening..."

On the other side, the thick benzene radio in the lower left corner sounded at the same time, and a slightly strange male voice told the story:

"...On this month's dark and windy night, he walked in here alone, countless pairs of eyes looked at him in the dark, and the icy wind blew, as if someone put a pale hand on his shoulder , slowly approached his ear and listened, it was the sound of death's breathing..."

"Shasha... Shasha..."

Zizi was disturbed.

The little girl's laughter sounded: "Hee hee, hee hee!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he noticed that the volume he received here was several times higher than just now, and countless voices surrounded his ears, as if they were staring at him.

The icy feeling jumped up, and in the blink of an eye, Wen Jianyan felt that she was frozen from forearm to forearm, and a rotten smell came from her body.

And that gloomy and icy feeling was still spreading rapidly, even covering his shoulders.

Wen Jianyan's face turned slightly blue.

He quickly realized that once this rotten state eroded the areas of the heart and brain, even if Da Luo Jinxian came, he might not be saved.

but……

There was no sound from the glass door behind it for a long time.

Perhaps the actions of Su Cheng and Qi Qian were hindered.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

It seemed that the idea of ​​being able to retreat in the event of danger was too naive. Now when he really encountered such a situation, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and move on.

Surrounded by countless broadcasts, Wen Jianyan slowly took a step forward again.

"Are you looking for me? I'm here." The brown radio above his head snapped, and it sounded like it was ringing close to his ear.

Another radio sounded again:

"Hee hee, I'm here."

The light of the power supply flickered in the shadows, and countless voices sounded from all directions: "No, here I am."

This scene in front of me made my scalp numb and my hair stand on end.

The extreme sense of terror and loneliness hit, almost destroying the reason of any normal person.

If the nursery rhyme still has some vision, then she can now see that the slender girl walked alone into one of the most terrifying areas where her eyes bleed even if she just glanced at it. , surrounded by countless malicious voices, his hands and legs had all turned the color of dead people.

Pale white with blue, covered with corpse spots.

"Shasha..." The female voice in her ear turned higher, almost forming a weird, high-pitched tone that humans couldn't make: "He knows, he will never be able to leave here."

"You will die here," the man said.

"You will die here," said the old man.

"You will die here," said the child.

The voices infiltrated one by one, getting closer each time.

*

At the same time, at the door of the shop.

Although all the light was blocked, the frightening footsteps still lingered in front of the shop.

Several people were vigilantly guarding the door, as if guarding against something.

And Su Cheng stood alone in the back.

He was silent, his eyes fixed on the void in front of him, a faint light flickered in his eyes, like the light of an oil lamp, and seemed to be lit from the depths of his pupils.

He raised his hand and seemed to be slowly taking something out of the air.

Qi Qian's out-of-the-way light caught this scene, his heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to realize something.

...the other party is now activating talent.

"boom!"

The sudden voice broke the silence, and Qi Qian was also startled, and turned his head sharply to look in the direction from which the voice came.

The glass door trembled slightly, the crack of the door that was not tight opened and closed slightly, and the cold and rotten breath penetrated through it.

In the meantime, you can vaguely see the shadows moving heavily in the darkness outside.

Oops! They're knocking on doors! !

Qi Qian's pupils shrank, and his hair almost stood on end.

"Quick! Block it first!"

With an order, everyone rushed forward, using all means to hold the door tightly, for fear that something unknown outside would break through the door and break into the store.

Qi Qian stubbornly pressed against the door, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

How could this be?

They have obviously blocked all the light sources, why do "customers" still knock on the door? !

What exactly went wrong?

"Bang! Bang!"

More banging sounds came, and more than one "customer" joined them. The sound of slamming the door was chaotic, and the strength outside gradually increased, and it seemed to become urgent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, Su Cheng's voice came from behind: "...wrong."

His voice was a little weak, with a slight sense of suspension.

What?

Several people were stunned for a moment, and turned their heads to look at the prophet.

Su Cheng stood there, the glimmer of light still flickering in his pupils, and his face had a very strange look: "We should open the door."

"What?" Qi Qian was taken aback.

"Open the door." Su Cheng's voice became smooth and steady.

An Xin: "But..."

"Do as he said." Qi Qian interrupted him, and the others hesitated for a while, released their hands, and slowly stepped back from the door.

Without the artificial resistance, the props applied on it could last another minute or so, but it was the limit.

Qi Qian looked at Su Cheng: "Would you like to call Wen Wen Nursery Yao back and gather at the counter first?"

Su Cheng: "No need."

He raised his hand and stopped the others who were subconsciously preparing to walk towards the counter: "We're here to guard."

"Wait, but the customer—" Zhang Yu frowned, looking worried and nervous.

"Do not."

Su Cheng's eyes were fixed on the door in front of him.

"boom!"

With the last loud bang, all the props failed, and the cold and frigid wind rushed in with the foul smell, but, strangely, the copper bell on the door did not make a sound.

Outside the door, in the gloomy darkness, several figures could be vaguely seen.

They slowly walked towards the door and gradually entered under the oil lamp.

The dull and cloudy eyeballs, the bluish white and cold, the face and skin covered with corpse spots, took stiff steps and gradually approached.

"...because they're not customers."

Su Cheng added.

Zhang Yu's gaze stayed on the leading group for a moment, and seemed to suddenly realize something:

"These people's clothes—!"

An Xin took a deep breath: "These are the anchors!!"

Yes, these people are all the anchors who died in this dungeon. They once had a relationship with these people in the lobby on the first floor, but after just a few hours, they have become one. Cold corpses wandered in the dark building.

That's why they hear more than one footstep.

So the stench outside the door was mixed with the smell of blood.

So even if the lights are blocked, they will keep hitting the door.

Because they are not customers at all, but another outlier.

Su Cheng let out a slow sigh of relief.

Yep, that's right.

There is no mortal copy in the nightmare. If you throw out the radio and attract those weird and irresistible "customers", this simple and crude final plan is meaningless, and no one can survive.

Therefore, although there will be crises, the vitality of survival also exists.

"Okay," Qi Qian's eyes flashed fiercely, "then destroy them!"

As long as the bodies blocking the door are dealt with, they can continue to move.

The door to death is the way of life!

*

The radio made countless strange sounds, and those sounds came from all directions, interfering with his judgment all the time.

Wen Jianyan stood still, turning into a corpse little by little under the curse of the voice.

Like it's stuck.

That's right, who doesn't get stuck?

Although the approximate range of the source radio was known, when the nursery rhyme was unable to support it, the locations of all radios changed dramatically.

Wen Jianyan, the only one with mobility, does not have the talent and vision of nursery rhymes, nor any ability to locate a radio.

It's over, it's over.

The audience in the live room lamented.

I really didn't expect that Wen Jianyan's team would draw the most fierce store on the second floor this time. Maybe this is fate.

Maybe his luck really ran out.

People are always going to die.

Suddenly, the girl raised her eyes slightly and turned her head to look in the direction farthest away from her.

A snow-white face was slightly blue in the darkness, and the amber pupils were bottomless, with a strange sense of calm.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward and walked forward.

"Are you sure?"

The radio behind him rustled.

"Hee hee, am I here?" The radio on the right gave out a weird smirk.

The radio at his feet asked maliciously, "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

Wen Jian said.

"The information of the nursery rhymes is correct, you are on the third floor, right?"

Because of the rotten limbs, Wen Jianyan's movements were slow, but steady and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"Only your position has not moved."

The store would restock the empty slots, which had been filled quickly after he took the brown radio.

Strictly fit.

The same goes for the radio that was taken by the "customer".

The radio that was taken is not important, but the one that is filled in the empty space is important.

Therefore, the only source of the curse must be impossible to change.

"The location of the other radios changed, it was just a blindfold, making me think that the information the nursery rhymes gave me had lost its value."

The sound of the four intensified.

The bluish-purple corpse spots climbed up Wen Jianyan's cheeks, and it looked very strange compared to the pale and bluish black.

"Although I have a good memory, the glimpse just before the position change is too short. Even me, it is difficult to remember the position of all the radios, so I can only use the most stupid method: exhaustive method," Wen Jianyan said, "Exclude all the radios on the third floor whose positions I remember have changed, and the rest of the radios are suspect."

Wen Jianyan's movements were even slower, because a large part of his body had died and he was almost incoherent.

His legs were crooked and it was difficult to support his weight, so Wen Jianyan had to hold onto the shelf and move forward with difficulty.

"And on these radios..."

Wen Jianyan's voice became hoarse, and her eyes were fixed on a corner of the shelf on the third floor, where there lay a very inconspicuous black radio.

The power light above flickered in the dark.

"There is only one, from beginning to end, without making a single sound."

He didn't move just now because he was waiting.

observing.

What Wen Jianyan lacked the most was patience.

Even if his body was eroded, decayed, and the coldness of death invaded the texture, it didn't affect his thinking ability - just like a beast dormant in the dark, Wen Jianyan always quietly waited for the moment when the flaw appeared.

"rustle……"

"rustle……"

The sound of electricity echoed in the darkness.

Soon, new laughter sounded:

"You're going to die."

Even if it is found, what if the human body has its limits, and the rotting limbs cannot support the torso.

Hearing a "bang", Wen Jianyan lost his balance and fell heavily on the ground.

"You're going to die."

"You're going to die."

Malicious voices came from all directions.

There are only a few dozen centimeters left, but for Wen Jianyan, that distance is like a gulf that cannot be bridged.

He had been in danger for too long, and the breath of death was about to seize his heart.

Wen Jianyan's mind was already a little dizzy.

He gritted his teeth.

The difficulty of this dungeon is very high, and there are enemies watching, I didn't want to... use up legendary items at such an early stage, but...

I am afraid that his current physical condition has really reached the limit.

The small, pitch-black radio smeared like a smudge on the blurring retina, bringing with it an almost unwilling mood.

Oh shit.

It's so close.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something suddenly.

I don't know if it's his illusion. The voice that was gradually rising just now seems to be suppressed by something at this moment, and even gradually becomes lighter, and the number of mediums for voice seems to be decreasing...

Deterioration of the body...

Seems to stop?

He was startled, and turned his head subconsciously to look behind him.

The eardrum was affected, and Wen Jianyan could no longer hear it, but he was still able to realize that the direction of the glass door was no longer silent, and it seemed like...

Found a way to start the action again.

in front of the door.

Visible to the naked eye, the shelves were emptied one by one, and Su Cheng hurriedly commanded:

"Quick! Go on!"

With the improvement of the prophecy level, Su Cheng can clearly realize the change in his ability. He can not only solve the card, but also get some future information and suggestions through the card surface.

must confront head-to-head.

Only in this way can you ensure the safety of your friends.

Hurry, hurry, hurry up!

The shelves in the store were emptied one by one, and the number of radios that were still working was gradually reduced - from half to half, the blank was spreading, preventing the spread of the curse.

Wen Jianyan smiled silently.

He raised his head, looked at the pitch-black radio on the shelf, used the last of his strength to prop up his body abruptly, and reached forward with his pale fingers—

Snap it up!

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item in the copy (difficult)! 】

【Collection degree 1/? 】

"Zizi..."

The radio emits a faint electric sound.

The power supply above flickered like a weak struggle.

"No, I'm not going to die."

Wen Jianyan smiled:

"I won."