Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 250

Wen Jianyan's voice fell to the ground, and there was only death in the dark dark room.

The rest of the people stared at him with different expressions in their eyes. The push Wen Jianyan just said had no reason, and there was a sense of jumping that was difficult for them to understand. It was like skipping a few steps directly. It's reasoning, it's like a bold imagination created out of thin air, but...

Although they are far inferior to Wen Jianyan in terms of the degree of exploration of dungeons and the disclosure of deep rules, as senior anchors, they are all very sensitive to clues.

How did the knot that Wen Jianyan just mentioned come about, but in the big frame of the copy of the Prosperity Building, it seems extraordinarily reasonable.

"..." Orange Candy narrowed her eyes, and suddenly sneered, "Is it a prophecy?"

Qi Qian was stunned for a moment, then turned to look over.

They didn't know that Wen Jianyan lied to Tangerine Candy and said that he was a prophet. After hearing Tangerine Candy's paradoxical emotion, they couldn't help but "show" a puzzled expression, as if they didn't understand the other party's emotion. where come.

And Tangerine Candy didn't talk about this topic, but fell into silence again.

Qi Qian paused, looked at Wen Jianyan again, and asked:

"You mean, the incense we got from the donation box is actually the food purchased by the 'customers' on the fourth floor, right?"

"Perhaps." Wen Jianyan paused, and immediately agreed with the other party's guess.

After all, the operating rules of the fourth floor are far from the first three.

In the first three floors, there are corresponding products in the store. "Customers" enter and buy products, and the vacancies left are automatically filled by the source of the curse. Although the goods sold on each floor are different, the deep The operating rules are the same.

Although the streamers don't know what the specific curse content of each layer is and where the curse comes from, at least the general process is white. Even if they encounter dangers that are beyond the norm, they also know the approximate direction of their efforts.

Four floors...

But it completely broke the norm.

First of all, there is no real "goods" in the store, so the so-called curse naturally begins.

After this most basic point disappears, the whole set of behavioral rules built on it has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The purpose of incense, the food that "customers" need, including the dangers that "customers" can bring after getting the food... These questions are all a mystery to Wen Jianyan.

Maybe they have to see a customer before they can get an answer.

However, before that, Wen Jianyan has another thing to ask.

He looked at the two teams in front of him and asked, "How many incense sticks do you have on hand now?"

Qi Qian: "I have one here."

Tangerine Candy also raised a finger.

This is a bit of a hassle.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly and lowered her eyes.

Although the rules of "curse" have changed, as a dungeon framework other than the store, the way the dungeon of [Prosperity Building] goes upstairs should be fixed.

That is, as long as enough turnover is collected, it will go to the next level.

That being the case, the coin he got in the stairwell should also be counted as a transaction.

From the fourth floor to the fifth floor, you should need four coins.

He has one in his hand, so they need to receive at least three customers next, but there are only two incense sticks on hand, that is to say, no matter what, they all have one less incense stick to "enshrine".

The rest of the people also realized this problem and fell into contemplation one after another.

Suddenly, Zhang Yu's nervous voice came from outside: "Team! You'd better come out!"

Although his voice was calm, the solemnity and tension in his voice could not be concealed, causing everyone in the dark room to feel a sudden shock.

Several people looked at each other: "Go, go out and have a look."

They took the incense burner on the table and walked quickly towards the dark room.

Inside the shop, the oil lamp was dimly lit.

In the center of the huge empty space, four sets of dark red wooden tables and chairs are lined up rightly, as if waiting for the arrival of customers.

In order to prevent the light from being transmitted to the outside, the blocking props are firmly attached to the door, leaving no gaps.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the temperature in the room is lower and the light is dimmer.

"What happened?" Qi Qian asked.

Zhang Yu's brows were tightly wrinkled, he opened his mouth, and his voice was interrupted by external voices——

"Knock, knock, knock."

The knock on the door was soft, but very clear.

"!"

Everyone was shocked, and Qi Qi looked in the direction from which the voice came.

It's the store door.

Something knocked on the door outside.

"Zhang Yu," Qi Qian's pupils shrank, "what's the matter?"

Zhang Yu: "It suddenly sounded a minute ago. After hearing the knock on the door, I immediately called for you to come. This is the second sound—"

He didn't finish his voice - "Knock, knock, knock."

Three more.

It seems to be very polite, but if you have the heart to calculate it, you will realize that the rhythm between each knock on the door is precisely calculated by a machine, stiff, rigid, without any emotion, and there are any errors.

In other words, it was not people who knocked on the door, but corpses.

Moreover, this time the knock on the door, compared with the last time, the interval between the knocks was shortened.

It was as if someone was urging outside.

After realizing this, in an instant, an icy coldness hit the back of his head.

"It's a customer," Qi Qian asked in a low voice, with an unsightly expression on his face, "Did you really block every dead corner on the door?"

Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and nodded, "Of course."

Wen Jianyan said at the moment: "This is not our problem."

[Prosperity Building] This dungeon is a limited-time dungeon. Now, there are less than three hours left before the dungeon ends. That is to say, as long as these three hours are passed, even if there is not much progress, you will leave alive.

As a team book that can eliminate the anchor team at any time, "procrastination" is naturally not considered, but this is only based on the premise of [normal process].

As the number of layers increases, the difficulty increases. It may be the wisest decision to stay on a certain layer and not move forward.

If each anchor team estimates that its own strength is not enough, and the other teams are not enough, then they probably all make the same choice——

Block the glass doors in their respective stores to prevent themselves from becoming the target store.

As long as a squad enters the fifth floor, they don't die.

Unfortunately, this copy of [Prosperity Building] is too cruel.

Don't leave any gaps for the anchor to take advantage of.

"Do you remember the lantern hanging at the door of the shop?" Wen Jianyan said.

Hearing this, several people were startled.

The fourth floor is different from the other floors. There are two gray lanterns hanging at the door of every shop on the fourth floor. Although they don't know where the lanterns come from, Wen Jianyan is clear - on the third floor Such lanterns are hung at the entrance of the courtyard in the three paintings.

Obviously, with the increase of the number of floors, the pattern of Changsheng Building is getting closer to the courtyard, and this prop appears only at the door.

In such a copy, any props exist for the sake of it.

"You mean..." Acropolis was taken aback and said, "If we try to avoid risks and the hours are closed, the lantern at the door will automatically light up to attract customers for us?"

"Looking at it, it probably is."

Wen Jian sighed softly and replied.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The knock on the door sounded again, and every time it knocked on people's hearts, it made people tremble.

"Although there are many problems that have been clarified, we must now receive the first customer," Qi Qian narrowed his eyes and said cautiously, "Do you remember the lessons on the first floor?"

If the shops that open their doors refuse to open, those who stay with them will be doomed.

"The way, just take one step at a time." An Xin sighed and nodded in agreement with Qi Qian.

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan, handed him the unlit incense stick in his hand, and said quickly:

"Since you are the one who proposed this theory, then the specific "operation" will be left to you," he said, looking at the Orange Candy Team, "Are you interested?"

Tangerine Candy shrugged, tacitly acknowledging this.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, nodded, and took the incense from Qi Qian's hand.

Although he is also at the bottom of his heart now, he is only rushing the ducks to the shelves. Based on his previous experience, he bites the bullet and continues.

He lowered his head and looked at the censer in his hand.

The censer was full of ashes and any remaining broken incense.

He did not light the incense in the business from the third floor to the fourth floor. However, the incense burner originally came from the painting of the red-clothed woman's corpse. One incense stick, but a full three sticks, otherwise there should not be so many broken incense sticks that burn out.

This is the first offering, and lighting may still be necessary.

In addition, Wen Jianyan used red candles in the stairwell. If he wanted to be strict, he should use them this time, but after thinking for a long time, he chose to take out the candles.

After all, in the third painting, there are red candles on the candlestick near the incense burner, but only white candles. In the stairwell, Wen Jianyan extinguished the red candles. Candles also prevent shadows from approaching, which means that red candles may not be necessary in the entire worship.

So... what he's doing now is only the most basic and conservative "operations".

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, put the incense in her hand into the incense burner, and placed the incense burner on the red table closest to the counter.

He lit incense.

A little crimson flame lit up at the top of the incense.

Thin green smoke lingered, and a yin and sweet fragrance emanated, as if a trace of blood was mixed in, and it was dizzying to smell too much.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The knock on the door sounded again, this time, the sound became more urgent, as if chasing after a soul, exuding an ominous atmosphere.

"Chichi-"

As if affected by some kind of force, the light beam of the oil lamp began to beat violently.

Wen Jianyan's expression froze: "Quick, go behind the counter."

As he spoke, he retreated as fast as he could.

The group moved quickly, and quickly squeezed into the small counter together.

After all preparations were made, several team members who were responsible for blocking the door opened the live broadcast interface and canceled the props they were using.

In an instant, all the obstructions blocking the glass door could not disappear, the light in the store clearly seeped out, and the darkness outside also flowed in without any obstruction.

"..."

Wen Jianyan held her breath, tightened her body subconsciously, and there was a dead silence in her ears, except for the beating of her heart, which was like a drumming sound.

Like the dead silence before the storm, this moment is fleeting.

The hoarse sound of the door shaft turning resounded in the shop.

"Ring Ling—"

The copper bell hanging on the door swayed, making a crisp and monotonous sound, as if announcing the coming of death.

The customer has arrived.

The darkness of the shape swept over, the light of the oil lamp was suppressed to the extreme, and the temperature of the air around him seemed to be dropping rapidly, giving the illusion of trembling.

In the pitch-black world, clear footsteps sounded.

"Da da da."

Stiff, slow, and straight toward the depths of the store.

In the darkness, only the incense stick lit in the incense burner lit up a little faintly, as if it was swallowed up in the next second.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

The "customer" seemed to be standing in front of the table where the incense burner was placed.

"!"

It seems to be useful!

The crowd cheered.

Wen Jianyan's heart raised in his throat.

He stared at the flashing red dot, his fingers clenched tightly, and sweat oozes from his palms.

In just a few seconds, it felt like a century of suffering.

"Da, da, da." Footsteps sounded again.

Everyone raised their hearts, held their breaths, their nerves tensed, and they prayed—did the customers finish their meal? Are you ready to leave?

However, Wen Jianyan was far more optimistic than others. He stared at the slightly flickering red dot not far away.

have disappeared.

When he was at the junction of the third floor and the fourth floor before, he completed the transaction, and the whole incense burner was empty, and there was only a little incense ash left.

And now, the lit incense is there, which means that it is not "eaten" by customers.

Of course, things are that simple.

Something was ignored by him.

"Da da da."

Stiff footsteps continued to sound, but they were not directed at the door, on the contrary...

It actually came straight towards the depths of the store, in the direction of the counter.

And, step by step, getting closer.