Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 244

Prosperity Building, 4th floor.

The interior of the building was gray and did not go dark. In the gloomy gray mist, one could vaguely see a structure that was very similar to, but not identical to, the other floors.

In the square-shaped corridor on the fourth floor, there are two extinguished lanterns hanging outside the door of each store.

More importantly, on the fourth floor, there is only one store in each of the four directions of east, west, north and south.

In other words, on the fourth floor, there are only four shops to choose from. If the number of teams entering this floor exceeds "4", then a desperate fight must be carried out.

And in this layer, there is such a drama.

[Changsheng Building] In the dungeon live broadcast hall:

"Oh! It's the first time I've seen such a situation in Changsheng Building!"

"There are more than four teams entering the fourth floor. I have watched this dungeon so many times, and it is the first time I have seen it. It seems that the overall quality of the anchor is really good this time."

"Or... maybe because of the most difficult pits, they were all stepped on by the same unfortunate person."

"..."

"..."

"It's so reasonable, it's completely irrefutable."

As soon as the Orange Candy team left the third floor, they were blocked at the entrance to the fourth floor.

Qi Qian, who has been resurrected, Zhang Yu and Nursery Rhythm, who have recovered, and An Xin Sucheng, who is in the same hatred, a whole murderous team blocked the entrance of the corridor.

"Take the way of the other person," Su Cheng smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "This is what you taught me."

A flame-like arrow appeared in An Xin's palm, and aimed murderously at the team in front of him:

"Where's Wen Wen?"

"Bring her back!"

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"—?!"

Hearing a familiar voice ringing close to his ear, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but stop struggling.

Under the stress, the young man was still breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down violently, his limbs and body tensed, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme.

Through the red cloth, the outline of his facial features can be vaguely seen, the hot and humid breath is covered in front of the nose and mouth, the lips are moving, the hoarse voice is muffled in the narrow space, and the trembling throat rolls up and down, with a little The panic that has not dissipated, asked in a low voice uncertainly:

"Witch candle?"

There was not much space in the paper sedan chair, and at this moment, it was stuffed into the bodies of two adult males, which seemed extremely cramped and cramped.

Wu Zhu lowered his head.

The dark and cold hair flowed down his shoulders, fell on Wen Jianyan's body, and tightly drew the two people who were close to each other.

Wen Jianyan raised her head, and in the open scarlet wedding room, a small piece of sweaty skin was exposed, with silver-white messy hair stuck to it.

Wu Zhu pressed Wen Jianyan, his eyes fell on the other's throat, and he responded coldly.

"……Um."

"Fuck... it scared me to death."

Hearing the other party's response, Wen Jianyan let out a long sigh of relief.

In the dungeon of [Prosperity Building], the terrifying index is upgraded layer by layer, and this terrifying sense of escalation of danger is the most obvious of all the dungeons he has encountered so far.

Here, whether it is the level of terror or the level of danger, all will be superimposed step by step over time.

Like dominoes, overthrowing the first piece in front will bring about a chain reaction that cannot be cursed, one after another, and the escalating horror events are enough to push a normal human being to the limit.

What's more, the path that Wen Jianyan took was probably the most dangerous one among all the anchors in the entire dungeon.

If you say, it's okay when you have teammates at the beginning...

However, as he entered the third painting with the curse, Wen Jianyan became a complete loner, embarking on an unknown road that may have never existed before, walking alone in the deadly darkness, with boundless lurking on all sides Endless terror and danger, even Wen Jianyan, who is good at hiding his emotions and restraining his instinctive reactions, was overwhelmed by this powerful sense of fear when facing this endless darkness.

And the appearance of this familiar face of Wu Zhu is no less than giving charcoal in the snow.

Although he is not human, compared with the other corpses in the [Prosperity Building], even Wu Zhu, who he was not used to seeing, seemed much more pleasing to the eye before.

The young man's tense and stiff limbs softened, as if the rest of his life was after a catastrophe. He pressed his forehead heavily on the other's shoulder as if he had lost his strength.

This time, it was Wu Zhu's turn to tighten his body.

The other party's forehead rested on his shoulder, not heavy, but unexpectedly impossible to ignore.

"..."

too weird.

Some kind of weird hunger and thirst burned again, but it was subtly different from every previous time. The faint, dark, uncontrollable strangeness made Wu Zhu himself feel anxious.

He frowned, lowered his head, and stared at the young man in his arms.

The red handkerchief looked a little messy in the struggle just now. It dipped forward slightly, revealing the young man's small neck. The soft silver hair was messy, and a small section of white and slender neck was still oozing with fine sweat. The neckline is open, and the thin line of the neck is bent, winding towards the depth of the collar, and a small back is faintly visible.

Steaming.

That small piece of skin seems to be very suitable for imprinting a tooth mark.

Pick up a small piece of flesh, grind it between your teeth until you taste blood, and lick it away greedily and happily with your tongue.

In my mind, such a picture flashed clearly, as if it had really happened.

Looking at the human beings who are close at hand, Wu Zhu's golden eyes are dark and turbulent, subconsciously increasing the strength of the palm.

For unknown reasons, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt a chill behind his back, as if he was being scrutinized by some dangerous existence.

It's a pity that the red hijab is still hidden in front of his eyes, blocking his sight. The hot and humid breathing is stuffed under the hijab, and he can't see anything clearly. In the darkness, his five senses become more acute and clear.

The only thing I can clearly know... is that the restraint on his body seems to be gradually increasing, and it is becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

"……Well."

Wen Jianyan frowned and let out a grunt.

"Hey,"

The instinct to deal with danger was ringing in his mind, causing Wen Jianyan to retreat subconsciously, saying:

"You should let go of me now."

"..."

The air was silent for a few seconds.

The atmosphere seemed odd.

Wen Jianyan calmed down and was about to open his mouth to say something, but the next second, he felt the dark ropes that bound his limbs and torso gradually dissipate.

been released?

He froze for a moment.

"..."

Wen Jianyan rubbed her wrist and looked forward thoughtfully, but in the darkness and through the thin cloth, she couldn't see anything clearly.

There was a dead silence on Wu Zhu's side, and it seemed that he did not respond to his plans.

……never mind.

Wen Jianyan shrugged, forgot the weird feeling just now, and cut to the point bluntly: "We have now left the copy of Prosperity Building, right?"

After calming down, Wen Jianyan quickly consolidated all the clues in his mind.

First of all, there is the existence of the [third painting]. Its dimension is obviously higher than that of the other paintings. Otherwise, there will be no candles, which are very similar to lamp oil, and lamp oil is in Changsheng Building. The precious props that need to be exchanged can be obtained, but candles can be obtained directly in the third painting.

This is definitely not a surprise.

In other words, the courtyard in the third painting is likely to be close to the level of Changsheng Building.

And the place that the path extending from this painting leads to... is definitely not ordinary.

This is also reflected in other details.

The first is the disappearance of [Appearance].

In addition to his talent, the live broadcast interface and the system store have all turned gray... This represents the weakening of Nightmare's control, and this is too familiar to Wen Jianyan. After all, he is only in Wuzhu. I have seen this in the dark.

The third and more important point is [Witch Zhu] himself.

He is the entity.

Within the dungeon controlled by the Nightmare Live Room, Wu Zhu was extremely restricted, and could hardly appear normally, and could only exert influence on the dungeon through mirrors and dreams, and just now, Wen Jianyan heard The unpleasant groan of the opponent when he was punched by himself means that in this space, the opponent exists in a physical form.

After eliminating all impossible options, this is the only possible explanation left -

That is, strictly speaking, they are now outside the "copy" of the normal concept.

"right."

Across the red hijab, Wu Zhu's low and calm voice sounded, and she lightly agreed with Wen Jianyan's guess.

really.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the thoughtful look in her eyes.

If we make an analogy, it is more like being in the [Decai Middle School] dungeon. The [Mr. Mirror] he accidentally entered is neither completely out of the dungeon, nor is it included in the dungeon, but more like a dungeon. in the gap between the two.

Precisely……

Many details in the copy of Prosperity Building made Wen Jianyan unable to bear the divergent associations.

And the most important one is the corpse of the woman in red on the second floor.

It is "trapped" inside the mirror.

After leaving the mirror, it did not disappear, but came to the third floor as a "customer" and entered the store to "buy"...

Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan was startled, as if he suddenly realized something.

Buy?

What did you buy?

In an instant, a creepy thought crossed his mind, and Wen Jianyan couldn't help but froze in place.

On the first floor of Changsheng Building, the "customers" who enter the store have no form. When they buy goods, the light of the oil lamp dims and the coins appear on the table.

Starting from the second floor, when purchasing goods, the "customer" has a hand.

The blue-black dead man's palm appeared on the counter, and after leaving the coin, he slowly retreated into the darkness.

On the first floor, the customer purchased the "clothes" worn on the plastic mannequins.

That is, human skin.

The goods on the second floor are radios and TV sets, but this is only a disguise on the surface.

And the real appearance of these commodities exists in the mirror world, that is, the rows of dead heads on the shelves, and the commodities purchased by "customers" are some of the existences in these heads.

The radio releases the curse through sound, and the key prop in the second wave of attacks obtained by the nursery rhyme is the eyeball.

Then, the commodities on the second floor are actually "vision" and "hearing".

Commodities on the third floor can also be deduced in the same way.

Whether it is the male corpse covered by the oil painting canvas in the first painting, the faceless child corpse in the second painting, or the female corpse with a red handkerchief covering its face in the third painting, the key word is "face".

That is, the commodities on this floor are "faces".

If he guessed correctly, then the copy of [Prosperity Building] is actually the process of those "customers" piecing themselves together by purchasing fragments! !

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end.

In the same way, a question that he had always wanted to know before, but never got an answer, also raised his eyebrows.

The "mission" Wu Zhufang gave him was to pass the next instance, which was to enter the fifth floor of the Prosperity Building.

As for the Nightmare Live Room, although it did not explain it directly to Wen Jianyan, according to its distribution mechanism, Wen Jianyan was sure that the next dungeon he entered must be the same as its goal in the next stage - "Renew Suppressing witch candles".

So, what is so special about this copy of [Prosperity Building]? So that it has become the key target of the competition between the two sides?

The mechanism of "customer" and the corpse of the woman in red on the second floor inspired Wen Jianyan.

They are all broken pieces,

That is to say... this copy is closely related to the current broken state of the witch candle.

It can not only divide a certain terrifying existence into different fragments, trapped in different worlds, but also allow those terrifying existences to piece themselves together little by little.

Does it sound familiar?

Isn't this exactly what Wu Zhu has done from the beginning to the present?

If it is inferred from this, then, the fifth floor of [Prosperity Building] is likely to have a very critical existence - it can not only cut the terrifying corpses apart, but also make them heal each other.

The Nightmare needs to split the witch candle again, and the witch candle needs to make itself whole.

This may be why the nightmare gave Wen Jianyan the worst luck and the most terrifying test, and at the same time gave him the privilege of "immortality".

probably because……

It also requires Wen Jianyan to enter the fifth floor.

And the fifth floor is not an existence that an ordinary person can enter casually.

The scarlet paper sedan swayed, and the dense footsteps of "da da da da" came from outside the sedan, echoing in the boundless darkness.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, settled down, and continued to ask:

"If the sedan chair continues to move forward...is it the fifth floor of Changsheng Building?"

"Yes."

Wu Zhu said.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

really.

By accident, he inexplicably skipped the middle layer and directly entered the core space of the entire dungeon!

Wu Zhu: "However, now is the time to go in."

Wen Jianyan was startled.

If all this is the same as what he deduced, then, Wu Zhu's real destination is ahead, so why did he say this?

unless……

Wen Jianyan's heart sank slightly, as if she suddenly thought of something.

There is another way to interpret the "undead privilege" provided by the nightmare.

The fifth floor is not an existence that an ordinary person can enter casually.

In other words-

The fifth floor is not a place that humans can enter "alive".

According to the way he entered it, it can be judged that if he wants to skip the fourth floor and directly enter the fifth floor, he needs to replace the face in the portrait and become the corpse in the third painting.

Of course, the cost is also high.

"If you enter by this way, you will be left in it forever."

Wu Zhu leaned down, put one hand into the red hijab, clasped the young man's jaw with cold fingers, rubbed the pulp of his fingers, and said in a low voice:

"But don't forget our deal."

"you belong With Me."

The other party's voice was still cold and calm, but when he said these words, there was a dark, dark desire that could not be expressed in his mouth.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that in this small paper sedan, the distance between the two had been shortened to the limit. 's body.

He couldn't help but step back a little, but his back hit the inner wall of the paper sedan chair.

There is nowhere to go.

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan replied in the calmest tone possible, letting the other party grab his jaw and lift his face.

"If you don't want to stay here forever, you have to go upstairs through another road."

The man's voice sounded close to his ear, and a hand pressed on Wen Jianyan's back waist, along the depression of his spine, and finally landed on the back of his neck.

From the beginning, Wu Zhu has wanted to do this.

He slowly stroked the warm and delicate back of the young man's neck, feeling the slight trembling and shrinking on the opponent's skin, like a beast biting the throat of its prey, enjoying every tiny movement from the prey in its mouth - then, he As soon as his two fingers caught it, a struggling spider appeared in Wu Zhu's palm.

Wu Zhu's fingertips fluttered.

"squeak--"

The ugly, dirty worm that came from the bodies of other men, after making a shrill scream, was easily crushed to death by Wu Zhu.

So, all the strange smells on Wen Jianyan's body disappeared, covered by his own scent mark.

Wu Zhu's mood finally became happy.

He lowered his head and stared at the human being imprisoned in his arms in front of him.

The young man's head was forced to lift up, the back of his head was pressed against the inner wall of the paper sedan, and the scarlet hijab was slanted, revealing a small half of his face.

On the white chin, there are still light red round finger marks left, which are the marks left by Wu Zhu just now.

The tip of his nose was cold, his breath was wet and fast, and he spit it out in the palm of his hand.

Warm and crispy.

"..."

Those memories and pictures from the soul fragments, broken and messy, full of annoying out of control and weirdness, were ruthlessly suppressed and sealed by him.

However, even if they were suppressed, those images never really dissipated for some reason, and they appeared from time to time like gangrene, which made Wu Zhu very disgusted and annoying.

like now.

Obviously hungry, but for some reason, Wu Zhu's eyes fell on the other's lips involuntarily.

...damn memories.

The full lower lip was pale in color, slightly open due to suffocation, revealing the crimson moist mucous membrane, the light-colored tongue resting on the snow-white teeth, trembling slightly in the dark, like the soft and fragile flesh of a mussel, Flickering with a faint wet bright water light.

Want to eat and see.