Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 247

Wen Jianyan walked up the pitch-black stairs, the candlestick in her hand emitted a faint light in the darkness, barely illuminating the road in front of her.

The landing space is empty.

The faintly flickering light bulb gave off a dim light, and below it was the familiar wooden table. On the wooden table stood a scarlet donation box. The paint on the box was as thick as blood, just watching from a distance. It seemed to be able to smell the strong smell of blood.

It seems that the Tangerine Candy Team should have passed by here, exchanged the props with the coins in their hands, and entered the fourth floor.

Go over this narrow platform and continue up the stairs to enter the fourth floor.

Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked in the direction of the stairs. In the darkness, you could vaguely hear the sound of chaotic battles coming from that direction.

He realized almost immediately what was going on on the fourth floor.

Obviously, the number of shops on the fourth floor is less than expected, so in order to compete for shops, the host team started to fight.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes with a thoughtful look on her face.

Since there is no winner yet, it means that for the time being, no team has entered the store, lit the fuel light, and started the fifteen-minute countdown.

Then, he will have a lot of time now, and he can use this small platform to solve the small hidden dangers he left behind in advance.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at her palm.

His fingers were pale and cold, and the skin showed an unhealthy dull luster. The blue-purple corpse spots faintly emerged from under the skin, and now it has climbed to the front half of the forearm, and continues to extend upwards.

This is the curse left by Wen Jianyan in the first painting on the third floor in order to stop the movement of the male corpse in the painting and take the initiative to touch the corpse. This curse cannot be dispelled by ordinary lamp oil, but needs to be lit with red lamp oil. to reverse the trend.

If the curse is not eliminated in time, he will soon lose his ability to move like Zhang Yu before, until he becomes a corpse.

And if it is left to the fourth floor to solve it, it may bring new problems.

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Jianyan made a decision.

He walked quickly into the light, extinguished the white candle on the candlestick, then took out a red candle from the third painting, inserted it on the candlestick in his hand, and lit it skillfully.

With the scarlet light flickering on faintly, the light bulb above his head began to sizzle.

Just like last time.

However, the effect of candles is significantly weaker than that of lamp oil, and the speed of the coldness on his hands fading is much slower than before. Although his current state is much better than that of Zhang Yu before, the time required may not be much different.

After carefully observing the surroundings, Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the good news is that although the speed of healing is not as fast as before, those terrifying visions are not as scary as before. Although the surrounding light is obviously dimmed, the degree of danger in the darkness is lower than before. .

While paying attention to the melee at the end of the stairs, he also paid attention to the speed at which the curse on his body was fading, and was always ready to snuff out the candles.

"Boom! Boom!"

A constant crashing sound began to come from the darkness.

Wen Jianyan's eyes moved, and she looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Beyond the faint icy red light, there is a bottomless, impenetrable viscous darkness, where, with the passage of time, a gradually clear figure will appear, and it will use its forehead for a moment. The ground hit the wall, making a monotonous stiff "dong dong" sound.

Under the action of the red light, it will gradually perceive the existence of "human beings" and turn around and walk towards the red light.

"Boom! Boom!"

The eerie voice echoed in the empty corridor, making people feel uneasy.

But don't worry too much.

According to Wen Jianyan's estimation, the speed of his curse should fade faster. The last time it started to act at the last moment, but this time, the efficacy of the candle is far lower than that of the lamp oil, and it takes less time to turn around. Should be longer than last time.

Before waiting for Wen Jianyan to withdraw his gaze, a dark shadow slowly solidified in the corner of his vision.

"...!"

and many more? !

Wen Jianyan was startled, turned her head sharply, and looked again in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw a dark and blurry figure slowly forming not far away, gradually becoming clearer and clearer.

wrong!

This time is much faster than before!

The last time, nearly three minutes after the oil lamp was lit, the figure slowly gathered and solidified, but this time, the candle was only lit for more than a minute, and the figure was almost completely formed!

what happened? !

Is there something wrong with it? Or, is this red candle wrong?

But……

Wen Jianyan listened carefully and found that other visions and strange noises still existed, whether it was the footsteps below the stairs, the sound of marbles falling above, or the low coughing sound, they had not disappeared. Maintaining a long distance that cannot cause harm, it is much slower than the last time the danger struck, which just corresponds to the utility gap between candles and lamp oil.

So why is the molding speed of the only one in front of you so much faster? !

"Boom!...Boom!"

While Wen Jianyan was frowning and pondering, the sound of hitting the wall became louder, one, one, another.

The sound of hitting the wall slowed down and finally stopped completely.

In a terrifying silence, it slowly turned around and [looked] in this direction.

Oops!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, she lowered her head, and blew out the red candle in her hand in one breath.

The curse on his body has been suppressed to the front of his fingers, and it should be completely cleared in less than half a minute.

But Wen Jianyan didn't dare to gamble.

If it's the same as last time, it's just a matter of time, maybe he will stick to it and fight for it. However, the situation this time has obviously changed from the last time, and Wen Jianyan is not sure that this abnormality is How it happened, and why, so, for insurance reasons, he had to extinguish the red candle in his hand and make a decision after entering the fourth floor.

As the candles were blown out, the strange noises in the distance gradually disappeared, the sizzling light bulbs above the head no longer flickered, and the dim light gradually recovered.

However, before waiting for Wen Jianyan to breathe a sigh of relief——

"Da da da."

Clear, stiff footsteps came from not far away.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked in disbelief in the direction from which the voice came.

What? !

"Zi...ZiZi!"

The light bulb on the top of the head emits a slight electric current, and under the dim light, a vague figure can be seen, slowly approaching step by step.

The air became gloomy and cold, and a rancid smell gradually became richer.

A shaky look flashed in Wen Jianyan's eyes, he took a step back in disbelief, and his back hit the table behind him, making a "dong" sound.

how is this possible?

Obviously the candle has been blown out, why did this shadow not disappear with the other monsters, but continued to walk towards him? !

*

The melee on the fourth floor continued.

In the corner that no one paid attention to, the stairs leading from the third floor to the fourth floor still existed, darkly open.

Su Cheng told his teammates about his guess.

Several people looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"I know, you have deep feelings for Wen Wen, but each team has only one oil lamp, as long as she doesn't come up with the big team, that means..."

Zhang Yu paused and swallowed the rest of the words.

"You don't understand, he—" Su Cheng eagerly tried to say something.

"I understand what you mean, indeed, this is one possibility, but there is also a second possibility..." Qi Qian raised his hand, interrupted him, and said slowly, "That is, the last corridor Not for the living."

"After all, we didn't stay in the corridor before. When the last team came up, confirm that the stairs behind them will disappear like us, right?"

Su Cheng was startled and fell into silence.

I have to say that Qi Qian's guess is justified, and even he can't refute it.

If the second possibility is true, it means that the "customer" may walk up to the fourth floor through this staircase, leaving them with not much time.

Although entering the store and lighting the oil lamp can start the countdown to the night, it also means that the copy of [Prosperity Building] will leave a loophole.

What if all the anchors did not enter the store on their own initiative, but reached an agreement to stay in the temporarily safe corridor to spend time waiting for the copy to end?

Wouldn't that night never come, and everyone could survive this copy?

Such behavior, if it is a small dungeon, maybe it can be established, but in such a difficult dungeon of [Prosperity Building], there will definitely not be such a simple loophole.

That is to say, if the anchor stays in the corridor for too long, the copy will also have a corresponding mechanism to force the anchor to complete the action in some way.

"Looks like we'll have to fight quickly—"

Qi Qian hadn't finished speaking when suddenly, the sound of a lonely footstep came from the dark stairwell, rapidly approaching the fourth floor.

"Da da da--"

"...!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard footsteps.

The terrifying guess that Qi Qian said just now left a shadow in their hearts, causing them to jump up in fear when they heard the footsteps.

"Stop the war first!!"

Obviously, they were not the only anchors who noticed that the stairs did not disappear. As senior anchors, they also came to a conclusion similar to Qi Qian.

Someone shouted:

"There is a problem under the stairs!"

The footsteps were clear, loud, and rapid, echoing and spreading in the empty stairwell, and could be heard in almost the entire corridor.

No matter how fierce the battle just now, how in full swing, but, after all, the people here are all veterans, and they can tell which is more important. Everyone stopped at the same time, their bodies were tense, and they stared at the direction of the voice and waited. of possible crises.

The footsteps got closer.

--get ready!

The air was tense and oppressive, and it was about to explode.

The next second, a figure emerged from the dark staircase.

It was a slender girl, holding the burning candle tightly in her hand, panting violently, as if she was being chased by something.

This figure was so familiar that the Orange Candy Team and the Dark Fire Team were all stunned.

“……Warmth?!”