Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 267

The pale paper figurines' palms stretched out from all directions, grabbing Wen Jianyan's arms and shoulders—the cold and stiff fingers were deeply pinched into the flesh, causing a strong pain, and there was absolutely no possibility of breaking free. .

He was shoved from back to front and stumbled forward.

Under the faint red light, the open coffin got closer and closer.

Not far away, the mouth of the coffin was wide open, like a wide-open mouth. Waiting for the offerings to arrive.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils suddenly tightened.

At this moment, a stern shout came from not far away: "Lower your head!"

It's almost too late to think about it, the body's reaction has been faster than everything.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head abruptly, and the whistling wind passed by her ears. In the next second, only two "gudong" sounds were heard, and the heads of the two paper figurines closest to him rolled down. down.

The cold palms that were holding him tightly came loose.

Under the blood-colored candlelight, Tangerine Candy's eyes were sharp:

"follow me!"

She was holding a machete that didn't fit her figure. The machete was very old, the blade was rolled up, and it was covered with half-dried blood. It looked very fierce.

At a glance, Wen Jianyan knew that this was not her talent, but some kind of legendary item with high difficulty to obtain, and the level was raised to a very high level, which could be used multiple times.

"quick!"

Under the leadership of Tangerine Tang, the two rushed out of the house on the north side with the fastest speed and returned to the courtyard.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback as soon as he entered the hospital.

I don’t know when it started, the lanterns that were half red and half white all turned into dazzling red, and the sticky red light covered the entire courtyard like blood. There were dazzling “囍” characters everywhere. Eerie, eerie, and tingling.

In the darkness, the entire courtyard exudes a faint red light, as if attracting some kind of presence.

"Well, what's going on here?"

At this moment, Su Cheng and Qi Qian rushed out of the east room one after the other.

When they saw the scene in the courtyard, both of them were stunned for a moment, showing an unbelievably horrified look.

"do not know."

Wen Jianyan shook her head ugly and answered quickly.

"Crack, clap-"

At this moment, the harsh sound of paper rubbing broke the silence and came from behind several people.

Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look in the direction from which the voice came.

The room on the north side was completely flooded with scarlet light at this moment, and it was like blood flowing down the threshold and the window. In the bright red room, it looks extraordinarily ghostly.

With smiles on their faces, they approached with stiff steps, and stretched out their hands toward the humans—

"It's dirty, get out of here!"

Tangerine Candy frowned and clenched the long knife in his hand.

The sound of "Huhu" passed by, and the paper figures were torn apart again.

The blood on the knife became heavier, as if to completely cover the blade. Wen Jianyan's eyes stayed on the blade for a moment, and the blades covered with blood had already rolled up. Obviously, once the blood completely covered the blade, this A knife will be completely unable to be activated again in this copy.

He quickly glanced at the live broadcast interface.

—Six minutes left until the ten-minute time limit.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, her brain was running wildly,

Under this circumstance, it is impossible to re-enter the room on the north side. Although the legendary items in this dungeon are still in hand, they have absolutely no idea how to use them...

How to break the game?

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Su Cheng, and asked hurriedly, "By the way, what did you see in the east room?"

"Souls."

Su Cheng replied without hesitation.

"what?"

Wen Jianyan was startled.

"Many, many spiritual positions," Su Cheng said with a solemn expression.

In fact, when he entered the room on the east side, he was also frightened by the sight that appeared in front of him-in the dark room, there were rows of densely packed spiritual places, and the ancestral hall in the dark room of the shop on the fourth floor. The difference is that there is no portrait behind these spiritual places, just a lonely tablet.

Tablets are new and old, the oldest wooden tablets are completely rotten, as if they will fall apart when touched, and even the newest tablets are very old and covered with thick dust.

"By the way, besides that, I also found this." Su Cheng dug out a thick old book from his pocket and handed it to Wen Jianyan.

The book was obviously old, giving off a rotting dusty smell, and the straw ropes responsible for binding the pages had been corroded and broken, but strangely, the paper, which was supposed to be more fragile, was not damaged.

Wen Jianyan opened the book.

The scarlet light smeared up, illuminating the densely packed small characters written on it.

Almost instantly, he realized that this was not a "book", but a roster full of names.

Most of the names are written in black pen, but every dozen pages, there is always a name written entirely in red pen.

On the pages, almost all the words were blurred, but each name was marked with a dark brown mark, which seemed to be a dried-up blood handprint.

"Hey! Did you find anything!"

Qi Qian tried his best to support, and shouted without turning his head.

"Damn!" Orange Candy cursed in a low voice, and cut off a paper figurine arm that was stretched out behind him again: "It's completely unclean!"

"Why do they always want to reach out behind my back!"

Wen Jianyan's forehead oozes cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and said, "right now!"

Time was running out, he no longer read carefully, but turned directly to the last page of the entire roster.

The last page is blank.

At the top, a clear name was written upright in a red pen, scarlet, sticky, and dazzling, and blood would seep out of it in the next second.

At that moment, a layer of chills shot up from behind Wen Jianyan.

That's his name.

——【Wen Jianyan】

He raised his head abruptly, looking across the shoulders of Tangerine Candy and Qi Qian towards the densely packed paper figurines not far away.

This time, it was definitely not an illusion.

Under the red light of the yard, their godless eyes locked on him tightly, with big smiles on their faces, they stretched out their pale hands to him again and again.

Come.

Come soon.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, as if he suddenly thought of something, he shoved the thick roll of roster into Su Cheng's arms, and then reached out and touched it in his pocket.

Soon, an invitation card appeared in his hands.

The text and colors on it were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the blink of an eye, the invitation card in his hand turned into a blank piece of paper.

Only those who get the invitation can be regarded as "guests" and can enter the courtyard.

So, people who can be in the courtyard, but have no invitations...

What will it be?

And, why is he the only one who can pull out the knife that is stuck in the bottom of the coffin?

Countless terrifying and chaotic conjectures swirled in my mind, and a conjecture was about to come out.

Oh shit!

Wen Jianyan cursed and turned to look at Su Cheng: "Where's your invitation!"

Su Cheng dragged the heavy roster in one hand, and hurriedly rummaged through his pockets. Soon, he found the wrinkled invitation card that belonged to him.

Wen Jianyan snatched it over.

Su Cheng's invitations are still normal.

On the red paper, there is a big "囍" written on it, which is very shocking.

Wen Jianyan turned the invitation card over quickly.

——Sure enough, the three small characters of [Wen Jianyan] clearly appeared above the red characters.

Although he was already prepared for this, when he clearly saw his name appearing on the invitation card, Wen Jianyan still had the illusion of a slap in the face.

He tightly squeezed the invitation card in his hand, and his fingertips, which had turned white from the force, were icy cold.

If he is not a guest, what is his identity?

...is the "newcomer".

Either the groom or the bride.

Now it seems that things are even worse than he imagined. Although he took the second road to enter the fifth floor, in the end, it was inexplicable, and he returned to the same road again.

In the huge courtyard illuminated by the blood-colored light, the smiling faces of the paper figurines overlapped, swarming in this direction, like an irresistible torrent, and the four of them were

Wen Jianyan clenched her teeth, her amber eyes flashed with a solemn shimmer, her icy fingers tightened slightly, and her neatly trimmed nails sank deep into her palm, causing a slight pain.

He glanced at the live broadcast interface.

There are only four minutes left until the final main quest is completed.

Not enough time, not enough at all.

What's even more terrifying is that they have entered the final countdown time, but they don't even know what the ultimate main quest is...!

Biting despair came like a tide of darkness.

As if they were worried that the situation they were in was not bad enough, suddenly, without warning, a familiar footstep sounded from outside the door—

"Da da da."

Stiff, even, scary.

All of a sudden, everyone could not help but shrink their pupils, and suddenly turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from—

The courtyard door of the Siheyuan is wide open, and in the darkness where you can't see five fingers outside the door, a figure is gradually becoming clear and solid. The dazzling red and sticky black form a sharp color contrast, which almost makes people's hearts. He fell straight into the abyss, unable to breathe due to the overwhelming despair.

It's the corpse of the woman in red!

Perhaps it was because of the spell on his body and its failure, or perhaps it was because the courtyard was lit up with red lights, which attracted its arrival.

This red-clothed female corpse once again appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making everyone's most feared nightmare come true.

It took a stiff pace and walked forward step by step, its pale upper half face was covered with darkness, and it was impossible to see it, only the corners of its scarlet mouth were raised high, revealing a strange smile that was exactly the same as the surrounding paper figurines.

"Block the door—! Don't let her in!"

Qi Qian's voice was hoarse and sharp, almost broken.

In the courtyard, in such a small space, facing the terrifying red-clothed female corpse and the paper figurines constantly pouring in from all around, no one can survive this situation!

All the props and life-saving means were used without reservation at this moment.

Qi Qian violently activated the props in his hand, and in an instant, a circle of flames shot up into the sky, instantly burning the paper figurines closest to them to ashes.

Taking advantage of this gap, they rushed to the gate of the courtyard as if lifeless, and while avoiding the sight of the red-clothed female corpse, they slammed the old wooden door shut with a bang!

Under the force, the door panel crumbled, and sawdust and dust rustled from it.

Through the thin door panel, they could almost smell the rotten smell from the body of the woman in red, as well as the biting coldness.

Last two minutes left.

The flames just now gradually subsided, and the paper figurine who was forced to retreat stood up staggeringly again.

With exaggerated smiles on their faces, they stepped forward and gathered around again.

despair.

Bottomless despair.

Just when everyone was at a loss, and even prepared to burn all the jade and stones, suddenly, a figure crossed their protection and rushed straight towards the paper figurines in front!

It's Wen Jianyan!

Su Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly: "What are you doing!"

His voice got caught in his throat.

One minute left.

"Wait," Tangerine Candy stopped his movements and stared at Wen Jianyan's back, "let him go."

At this time, Su Chengcai saw that when Qi Qian released the props, two or three paper figurines were completely destroyed, and among the scraps of paper on the ground, several pitch-black porcelain jars rolled to the ground.

Like an urn.

But no matter what it is, they are the existences that have been put into the body of the paper figurine.

Maybe, just maybe...

Inside there is the only clue to their breakout.

Thirty seconds left.

Wen Jianyan ran away, his eyes locked tightly on one of the pitch-black jars, and he stretched out his hand - his fingers touched the cold surface of the porcelain jar.

However, at the same time as he caught the jar, the pale hands of the paper figurines attacked from all directions, grabbing Wen Jianyan's shoulders, arms, waist, legs...

Cold fingers tore at him, pulling him, as if to drag him into the endless dark abyss,

They had smiles on their pale faces, I don't know if it was an illusion, and the upward arc of the scarlet mouth became clearer and more exaggerated, as if very pleasant.

Ten seconds left.

At this moment, outside the wooden door behind everyone, a sharp, gender-inaudible voice suddenly sounded, cutting through the darkness like a sharp weapon, the tone was high-pitched and weird, and spread throughout the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

The voice shouted word by word:

"Auspicious-time-has-to-"