Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 256

No one could have imagined that this new "customer" was not led away by the red candlelight, but instead walked straight to the depths of the store as if he was completely undisturbed.

The slower pace than other customers brings a deeper sense of oppression, making it almost breathless.

"Cough, cough, cough."

There was a cough in the dark.

The voice was old and hoarse, the rhythm and interval of each sound was exactly the same, as if it had been recorded on a gramophone.

"No, I can't wait any longer." Qi Qian gritted his teeth, turned his head to look aside, "act now—"

If you wait until the customer walks near the counter and make offerings with blood, I am afraid it will be too late.

Whether it's lamp oil or time.

The teammate holding the candlestick by the side nodded, turned around, and was about to walk out, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Wait a minute."

The other party was startled and turned to look.

The silver-haired girl stood there, her face as white as paper, her amber eyes were silent and deep, and she stared at the darkness not far away: "Don't go now."

Everyone was startled.

"But……"

The teammate frowned, with an anxious look on his face, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps - the old hoarse cough came from it.

It won't be long before it gets here.

At that time, what happened when the last customer arrived will be repeated, and under that horrific attack, they probably won't have much oil left on hand for long.

Qi Qian's face also showed a struggling look.

Wen Jianyan turned her head, stared at him firmly, and said firmly, "Trust me."

"..."

Qi Qian gritted his teeth, looked at the teammate who was about to set off, and shook his head: "Listen to her."

In the countless dangers in the past, the other party has shown his terrifying judgment, so that he is willing to take this risk and wait a little longer.

Although the other party hesitated, he still stopped.

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and continued to look into the darkness.

He can guarantee that in terms of the hidden rules of [Prosperity Building] and the inner connotations of many strange existences, I am afraid that no one has dug deeper and understood more thoroughly than himself.

His intuition told him that the "strangeness" this time was not simply because the "red candle's attracting enemy effect" had failed.

Within the same layer, the rules are fixed.

It is not because a certain anchor sees through the rules that they will not modify and supplement it, just to increase the mortality rate, otherwise, the serious framework of the entire copy will lose its meaning.

Wen Jianyan believes that the details and rules that he summed up in the last customer attack should be correct - whether it is the meaning of the product, the use of incense, or the way to break the situation, it is absolutely human beings can do it. , the most perfect solution.

So, what went wrong this time?

Why is the second customer's visit so different from the previous one...

These disparate details all tell Wen Jianyan: There must be some unknown mechanism behind this, and if we act rashly without understanding, the result may be unimaginable.

"Cough, cough."

The coughing sound came closer.

The oil lamp flickered, and on the ground where the light could barely reach, a pair of feet could be seen slowly stepping over.

It was a dirty pair of cloth shoes, looking old and dusty, like a product of the last century.

It moved slowly, approaching the light.

The next thing that entered the light was the same dirty black trousers, and the old palms hanging down on both sides.

The palm seemed to be old, covered with wrinkles like old tree bark, showing the color of gray soil, covered with blue-purple corpse spots, looking very terrifying.

Seeing this, everyone took a step back subconsciously, with a look of horror on their faces.

Before this, every customer's arrival was shrouded in darkness, completely unable to see the real face.

It can be said that although only the lower body is illuminated by the lights this time, this is the first time they have seen a "customer".

Wen Jianyan stayed where she was, her lips pursed tightly, her blood almost lost due to the force.

Even if there is a "customer" as a non-human being, it must abide by certain constraints, certain rules.

However, it can ignore the red light of the candle and choose to go directly to the counter, there is only one possibility behind this: some higher order rules are governing it.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The sound of coughing came from behind everyone. It seemed that a certain other party couldn't help but started coughing, but the strange thing was that the rhythm and interval of the coughing were exactly the same as this "customer"!

"?!"

This terrifying resemblance made the hair stand up behind their backs, and everyone turned their heads sharply and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

A pale-faced teammate leaned against the wall and sat on the ground—the one who dripped blood into the incense burner for the first time, the anchor under Orange Candy.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but his complexion looked even worse. Under the light of the oil lamp, it looked almost blue.

He raised his hand, covered his chest, looked painful, and coughed with the exact same voice and rhythm as the "customer":

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At the same time, blue-purple corpse spots climbed up from under his neckline, like unstoppable decay, spreading rapidly on the skin.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, as if realizing something, she turned her head sharply, and looked in front of the counter.

I don't know since when, "customers" have stopped moving forward.

Under the light of the chi-chi oil lamp, you can see its dirty cloth shoes and two old and rotten palms.

Unlike the previous customer, it did not go to the counter, forced the oil lamp to burn out, and invaded this area, but stood there, motionless like a corpse.

He looked back over the "customer".

In the darkness, the scarlet spot on the censer burned quietly, slowly descending at a familiar speed—

"It's locked on target!"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said in shock.

The direction it came to the counter was not an indiscriminate attack, but because it locked the anchor who first dripped blood into the incense burner and wanted to feed on him!

"I see," the anchor who was going to be the second tribute from the beginning sullenly looked at his teammates who were in pain, and picked up the desk, "Just let it change and lock the target, right? "

"Cough! Cough!"

Soon, the sound of the teammate's coughing became heart-wrenching, as if to cough up all his internal organs!

The next second, he vomited blood with a "wow!", and there were visceral fragments that could not be ignored in the scarlet blood.

"Wait a minute!" Wen Jianyan shouted sharply.

"What are you waiting for!" The anchor's expression was distorted - he and the anchor who was recruited were both in the Orange Candy team. They must have been born and died together and have been with teammates for a long time. It is impossible to watch him die like this. .

"If this goes on like this, he will become a complete tribute, eaten cleanly! You can't stop—"

"I know."

The silver-haired girl stared at him fixedly, stretched out a slender white palm to him, and said in a calm, almost inaudible voice, "Give me the candle, let me go."

"Varied--?!"

The anchor was startled, obviously not expecting the other party to make such a suggestion, and immediately froze in place.

"I mean, let me go."

Wen Jianyan repeated calmly.

Su Cheng, who had not recovered from his back, was stunned: "Wait, wait, but you—"

"I know."

Of course Wen Jianyan knew what Su Cheng was worried about.

He has just been eaten by one-third of his life force, and he has not fully recovered yet. If he becomes a tribute now, becomes a locked object, and donates the remaining life force——

Then he might actually die.

"I have my own plans."

Wen Jianyan stepped forward indiscriminately, obviously slender in figure and soft in facial features, but there was a terrifying willpower in his eyes, which brought a suffocating sense of oppression:

"Also, this is my prop, isn't it?"

He stretched out his cold hand and took the candlestick from the other's hand gently:

"You have no right to refuse."

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"Good wife A!"

"Oh, oh my God, this look, this attitude, what kind of sweetheart is this, I have been slapped!"

"The anchor's acuity is really strong, like a shark that bites the loophole and doesn't let go. It's a terrible insight."

"? Wait, what does this mean? Is there something wrong with this customer?"

Wen Jianyan lit the candle and walked into the darkness.

The "customer" who took the black cloth did not follow, but stood there, motionless—obviously, it had completely locked its prey, and before the next drop of blood dropped into the incense burner, it didn't. Prepare to change the object.

Wen Jianyan walked to the table with the fastest speed.

He lowered his head and looked at the incense burner in front of him.

The incense had already burned to nearly half of it, and the rancid sweet smell with the smell of blood floated up, making people dizzy.

However, the strange thing is that the sacrificial offering that should have been rotting has not changed. On the contrary, the three-disc sacrificial offering remained in place, as if it had not been sacrificed at all.

It seems that this time the customer does not accept installment payments.

The behavior pattern of the second customer has completely entered into another set of rules system

Sure enough, his guess is not wrong, there is absolutely something wrong.

But in any case, the most important thing now is to change the target audience of "customers".

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and mercilessly took another bite in the wound on her finger just now. The bright red blood seeped from the wound and dripped into the incense burner.

He did not drip blood into the three offerings.

Because it's useless.

It didn't accept it just now, and it's unreasonable to continue to accept it this time.

Wen Jianyan held the candlestick in one hand, sucked her injured finger hastily, and then slowly stepped back——

He didn't retreat behind the counter this time, and he didn't even try to leave. On the contrary, he just moved slightly away from the table and waited beside the only way for customers to walk from the counter to the incense burners.

Wen Jianyan's judgment on the second customer still did not change.

If you act rashly without knowing the rules, everything may be irreversible.

They have limited resources on hand and don't have any excess fault tolerance.

Even if the risk is terrifying, in order to survive, Wen Jianyan will restrain the fear in his heart and will not miss any opportunity to figure out the rules.

In the darkness, the girl holding the candlestick stood alone, her face was pale and bleeding, her shoulders were thin, as if she was about to be swallowed up by the shadows around her in the next second.

But on the contrary, it was the unshakable, rock-like look in her eyes.

There were slow footsteps from behind: "da...da...da..."

It's heading in this direction.

Wen Jianyan's nerves were tense, and the fingers holding the candlestick tightened subconsciously, sweat oozing from her palms.

near.

Under the faint candlelight, Wen Jianyan could see that the "customer" in dirty cloth was approaching - he knew that before it came to the incense burner and tasted the next sacrifice. , will not attack himself, but the fear of close contact with non-human beings is still brewing in his heart.

closer.

The faint candlelight could not illuminate the "customer"'s face, which was completely shrouded in darkness, and Wen Jianyan could only see its rigid and straight body.

"..."

He held his breath, his eyes glued to the customer's body, and he was able to exert the most focused observation in his life, wandering on it one by one, looking for any clues.

A rotting, corpse stench hits his face, and the "customer" walks past him with stiff steps.

and many more……

Wen Jianyan suddenly frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on the customer's back.

Something is not quite right...

He took a step forward subconsciously, the candle in his hand swayed, suddenly burst into light for a moment, and then suddenly burned out!

The molten scalding wax oil dripped down and landed on the back of his fair hand, scalding a reddish color.

However, Wen Jianyan didn't have time to care about the pain in his hand at all, instead his eyes widened in shock, staring at the direction not far away——

The moment the candle exploded, he saw it clearly.

On the back of the "customer", there was a pitch-black spell with scarlet and strange lines drawn crookedly!

It was one of the props in the donation box for them to choose when they were between the second and third floors before!

In an instant, all the clues were glued together in my mind—completely strung together.

Yes, resources are limited.

too limited.

No matter how you calculate it, for any team, "fragrance" is definitely not enough.

Their team is made up of two teams, and it is already the strongest team on the entire floor. However, even they only have two incense sticks in their hands, so the reserves of other teams can be imagined!

However, each store needs to receive four "customers", which is absolute and cannot be changed.

In nightmares, there is no certainty.

Therefore, there must be some way to replace the existence of "fragrance" and let the anchors complete the task in another way.

Due to the closed nature of the first three floors, many people will forget the attributes of the copy of [Prosperity Building].

You know, this is the team book.

And all the teams in Nightmare will enter the terrifying, jungle competition mode in the late stage.

So that's why the attack came so quickly this time - because this was not the customer they were supposed to have.

This "customer" was driven by the new rules created by other teams using the effect of the spell to enter their store.

So that's why the concentration of "darkness" is not enough, why "offering" can't be used to separate customers' goals...

I am afraid that the other half of the "darkness" is in another store, and the sacrifices that can play a role in sharing the damage of customers are also not here.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end.

He realized what a horrible thing would have happened if they had just done it, the way they were, going all the way and sending the "customer" away.

Because the "customer" fee must be paid to the original store.

In other words, they will consume the life force of three people, and a stick of extremely precious incense... and everything is busy for another shop!

They get nothing!

While Wen Jianyan was feeling chills over his guess, what he didn't notice was that the "customer" in front of him suddenly stopped when the candle exploded just as he approached.

It did not walk in the direction of the incense burner, but turned around slowly and silently.

The face shrouded in darkness precisely "looked" at Wen Jianyan—

"Cough, cough, cough!"