Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 233

Under the dim light, Wen Jianyan's expression was impeccable, as if he really wanted to know Mu Sen's opinion.

However, only Mu Sen could see the sinister face hidden under that seemingly harmless appearance.

It was as if the other party had long known that he had reservations for some reason, and with just a few words, he couldn't say a single word of his choking.

"..."

Mu Sen's expression twisted, but in the end he could only swallow his voice, gritted his teeth and fell into silence.

"What do you mean, the things that customers buy are in these paintings, do we have to enter the paintings to find the key props?" Orange Candy's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan, squinting thoughtfully. He tilted his head: "It's a very interesting idea."

She turned her head and looked at the hanging painting behind her.

In the scarlet and mottled frame, the three dark figures were motionless, only the one in the middle, whose face gradually became clearer and became more and more like Wu Ya, but how did the stiff and strange smile look? Eerie.

Wu Ya stood aside, staring at the painting in front of him, his expression tense and pale, obviously under a lot of psychological pressure.

After all, everyone knows that after the "customer" leaves, a terrible curse will appear in the store.

And now, he is clearly the first one targeted.

Tangerine Candy raised her hand and touched the frame and the uneven picture, looking for a way to enter the world inside the painting as Wen Jianyan said.

Wen Jianyan watched the other party's actions without saying a word.

In such a dangerous dungeon, the anchor who dares to directly touch these strange objects is either extremely stupid, or someone like Zhang Yu who knows that he is cursed and has a short life, so he is desperate, and the orange candy in front of him is very Obviously the third category.

A person who has a hole card in his hand and knows that he will not die because of it.

After a few seconds, Candy Orange withdrew his hand for nothing.

From the touch, she didn't find anything unusual. The frame was the frame, the canvas was the canvas, and it was no different from ordinary objects. Even after she touched it, nothing supernatural happened.

She turned her head and raised her chin at Wen Jianyan:

"Hey, tell me, how can I get in?"

"I'm not sure about the specific method," the slender girl blinked and said in a gentle and harmless tone, "I can try it, but it's not guaranteed to succeed."

"Then give it a try." Tangerine Candy nodded towards her teammates.

After getting the captain's approval, the rest of the team members turned sideways, leaving Wen Jianyan with space to move freely.

As an anchor from an opposing team, although Wen Jianyan was not bound by ropes and cuffs from the beginning to the end, this does not mean that he is in a free state of trust. Among the team members, they always guarantee that there are at least two The distance between the person and him is not far or near, and he can be shot at any time, and his actions are faintly restrained.

From their body language and even the sight that falls on Wen Jianyan from time to time, it can be seen that everyone is always on alert, ready to take action at any time.

Wen Jianyan knew this.

Therefore, he was always quiet and well-behaved throughout the whole process. He didn't talk much or act much. He tried his best to show his self-consciousness as a hostage, and always showed that he was not threatening to others.

It wasn't until Tangerine Candy spoke that he walked around the store.

Mu Sen stood aside with a gloomy face, staring at this scene, but did not step forward to stop it.

He knew that in this case, since he could not make any effective suggestions, it was inevitable that Tangerine Candy would choose to use other anchors who were from the opposing team but could propose solutions to the problem.

Although he was unwilling, he couldn't speak out against it, he could only watch the other party circling in the store.

The other party first stood in front of the picture frame, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then turned around and seemed to walk aimlessly, as if looking for something.

The rest of the team members stood aside, watching Wen Jianyan's actions half vigilantly and half suspiciously.

At this moment, Wu Ya suddenly felt that something was not right. As time passed, he felt that the two hands hanging by his side were gradually becoming heavier.

As if there was some kind of cold, stiff, and nothingness, it slowly grabbed his hand, and the power used gradually increased, a strong coldness, starting from the two hands on his side, Climbing up along his arms made his hair stand on end.

Wu Ya was shocked.

He hurriedly lowered his head and looked beside him.

Under the weak light, two vague shadows could be vaguely seen, one on the left and one on the right, and the dark arm was raised, clasping his hand tightly.

"Team, captain." Wu Ya's pupils shrank, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He whispered, "Can you see... these two shadows around me?"

Tangzi Tang heard the sound and looked around, her eyes circled around Wu Ya, and then she frowned:

"No, what are you talking about?"

Several other people also shook their heads, indicating that they did not see it.

"Can't you all see it?" Wu Ya's face was pale, and he stared at the two strange shadows around him, "Just hold my hand—"

Speaking of which, Wu Ya seemed to suddenly realize something. He took a deep breath, raised his head suddenly, and looked into the painting.

On the dirty and gloomy picture, three shadows can be seen, holding hands and standing upright in the picture.

And the shadow in the middle has a face that is more and more similar to him, with a weird smile - as time goes by, the two figures holding its hands tightly seem to be gradually fading .

A terrifying thought emerged, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on Wu Ya's back.

"It's not good." Wu Ya's nose was dripping with sweat, and at the fastest speed, he repeated what he saw, and then whispered, "I think the things in the painting seem to be ready to pass me. body, into the store."

After listening to Wu Ya's words, Orange Candy's brows also wrinkled tightly.

She knew that Wu Ya's guess was probably correct.

According to previous experience, the curse brought by "customers" is often a ranged attack, not just against a single anchor, and this time is probably no exception.

Wu Ya is being targeted, and the situation is naturally very dangerous, but this does not mean that those who are not targeted are safe.

By holding hands with Wu Ya, these two left the screen little by little and entered the shadows in the real world. Once the whole process of intrusion is completed, the threat brought by them may be equally terrifying.

She turned her head and looked at Wen Jianyan not far away: "Hey, do you have any results over there?"

"It's almost there." Wen Jianyan stood in front of one of the benches in the shop, fixed his gaze on it for a moment, then raised his head and beckoned to a few people not far away: "Do you have spare oil lamps? "

Tangerine nodded.

Although their team did not get extra coins on the first and second floors like Dark Fire, they had not experienced many crises in the first two floors, and with Mu Sen's prediction, they could almost It can be regarded as a speed pass, so the lamp oil in the movable oil lamp on the first floor has not been used up until now, and it has become their spare oil lamp.

Tangerine Candy picked up the oil lamp with half of the oil left from the counter, and walked in the direction of Wen Jianyan.

"If my guess is correct, only three people can enter the painting." Wen Jianyan said, "you have decided to tell me."

Tangerine Candy glanced at him, then turned to the Sven man with glasses and shouted, "Acropolis, you and I go in."

After speaking, Tangerine Tang looked at Wen Jianyan:

"Of course, and you."

Wen Jianyan was not surprised by the choice of orange candy.

After all, no captain will leave another hostile team member outside while risking himself. After all, no one knows what might happen in the world inside the painting. In order to leave alive, you have to bring at least one Some experience, or people who seem to know what they're doing.

This is also a mutual binding in a crisis. When both parties are grasshoppers on the same rope, they can confirm that they will not be trapped.

He nodded: "Okay, come here."

Acropolis adjusted his glasses and walked forward with Tangerine Candy.

"Come on, sit down." Wen Jianyan took the lead in sitting down in the center of the bench, and then patted the position beside him.

The two sat down next to him.

Wen Jianyan: "Come on, hold my hand."

When he saw Wen Jianyan's gesture of extending his hand, Acropolis vaguely realized what the other party was going to do, so he obediently held the hand that the other party stretched out.

"..."

Tangerine Candy stared at the hand in front of her.

The white palm is soft and dry, and the shape of her fingers is slender and beautiful, but she seems to be facing a formidable enemy.

Wen Jianyan seemed to think of something, he covered his palm with the white fabric of his skirt:

"now what?"

Tangerine Candy raised her head and glanced at the girl in front of her.

The other party lowered his head, his amber eyes squinted slightly, and he smiled at her. Under the faint light of the oil lamp, he looked gentle and beautiful, almost not like a real person.

Obviously, the other party realized that he hated physical contact, but he fluttered away from any conflicting language, and used an almost soft way to easily resolve it.

"……cut."

Tangzi Tang reluctantly raised her hand and held Wen Jianyan's hand across the fabric.

At the moment when the three of them held each other's hands, gloomy darkness came from all directions, like thick black ink, gushing out from the corner of the shop, only the lit oil lamp was still barely supporting, emitting outward. The dim light came out, so weak that it seemed that it would be swallowed up in the next second.

Everyone was shocked, a strong sense of crisis hit, and they felt cold, and took a step back subconsciously——

Almost in the blink of an eye, the vision dissipated.

The darkness disappeared, and the dim light of the oil lamps filled the store.

The few people who were left in the store hurriedly looked in the direction where they were just standing.

The bench was already empty.

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at the same time.

The faint light of the oil lamp dispelled the darkness that had just covered his eyes, and what slowly appeared in front of Wen Jianyan's three people was no longer the shop just now, but the room in the painting.

Obviously, they are now inside that painting.

This is a very old looking house.

Gray walls, wooden beds, old-fashioned drapery, a pitted table, and a scarlet bench in front of it.

Wen Jianyan and the three were holding hands and sitting on the bench.

The spare oil lamp held by Tangerine Tang barely illuminated the entire room.

"I see." Acropolis on the side lowered his head and looked at the stool under him with a thoughtful expression, "Can you travel between two worlds only through the medium?"

No wonder there are so many furniture smeared with scarlet paint in the store, each of which should correspond to an item in a painting. Through this medium, the anchor in the store can enter the world inside the painting.

He turned his head in surprise and looked at Wen Jianyan, who was still sitting on the chair:

"How did you find out?"

"Didn't I say it before?" The girl's amber eyes shone in the darkness, and a deep smile was on her lips: "I am indeed a prophet."