Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 278

No one has ever seen the grayed-out name lit up again.

This kind of thing never happened in a nightmare.

there has never been.

As soon as the incident happened, the anchor noticed it immediately. Someone took a screenshot of Wen Jianyan's avatar of the ring leaderboard that lit up without warning, and posted it on the forum in disbelief, which almost immediately aroused ridicule from the group.

"Laugh at a person, let's talk a little bit about common sense, right?"

"It's really speechless, can't you newcomers be able to officially talk about the reality? In order to deceive yourself, you have started to deceive people with P pictures?"

But soon the similar screenshots of Zili on the Blood began to fly on the homepage. The leaderboard confirmed...and was immediately shocked by the icon that suddenly lit up.

They could hardly believe their eyes.

"???"

"I'm going, what's the matter, it really lights up?"

"Can people be resurrected from the dead? There's something wrong with the Nightmare system!"

When realizing that this was not a prank, but the truth, the relevant discussion on the forum soared again.

Some anchors think that the ignorant newcomer has already died, and the current online is just a system failure. There are also anchors who hold the opposite attitude, thinking that the previous gray screen is the fault, and No. 034 is alive and well. Some of the anchors who were relatively senior at first glance spoke, believing that the system had never malfunctioned from beginning to end, but the mysterious No. 034 had an unknown and strange talent that could pull his life back from the god of death. .

— Time, the whole forum was arguing.

The chaos of this moment did not last long.

After just over a minute, all the streamers who were guarding the forum interface felt the phone vibrate in their hands.

The next second, at the top of the screen, a message with a golden-red light effect appeared abruptly, continuously scrolling in front of everyone's eyes - this light effect was very familiar, only [Congratulations to the anchor Pinocchio for entering the top ten in the overall standings. 】

And Pinocchio, the strongest rookie at the center of the topic whirlpool of the entire forum, No. 034 who came back from the dead.

No, you can't call him number 034 now.

He has now officially entered the top ten of the Mengmo points rankings and has become the new No. 008.

""

The forum homepage, which was just refreshed frantically, fell into a rare silence, and the posts on the homepage did not change for more than ten seconds.

Then, after a brief silence, a new riot broke out.

"Huh? Wait, what did I see???"

"08?08?????"

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!!! I'm not dazzling, right? What the fuck! Go straight to the top ten!!!!!"

"I can't believe it, this is too scary..."

"Wait, let me scratch, so the amount of points he got in a dungeon directly raised him from No. 034 to the top ten in the overall ranking, right?"

"... How much does this have to be, does anyone count?"

"It takes a lot of performance to get this number of points!! According to this progress, I feel that he will be able to exchange the cancellation ticket soon, I am numb."

As the guild with the highest ranking in Nightmare, Oracle's guild center is located in the center of the guild area of ​​the entire anchor hall.

Different from Wen Jianyan's one-story guild hidden in an inconspicuous small building on the edge of the city, Oracle's guild headquarters is not only huge in size, but also extremely unique in shape.

From the outside, the trade union center of the Oracle is a luxurious and tall Gothic building, with a pointed roof pointing to the sky, stretching for several blocks, solemn and luxurious, with exquisite details, and full of strong religion everywhere. The breath is very suitable for the guild name "Oracle", and it is the most conspicuous building in the huge guild area.

Except for the members of this association, very few people can actually set foot here.

Beneath the high dome was a long black wooden table full of the atmosphere of the times. On the side of the long table sat three anchors with ugly faces, their eyes focused on the big screen that appeared in the air.

This is the permanent council chamber inside the oracle.

In such a large-scale guild, the senior high-level anchors are scattered most of the time, and only a small number of middle-level members who do not frequently download dungeons will stay in the guild as resident members to deal with some stray things.

And these three anchors are the resident members of the oracle.

Each of them had a gloomy face, staring at the huge screen in front of them, the air fell into a dead silence, and the pressed people could hardly breathe.

On the table in front of them, there was a small tablet showing the recently lost anchor, and Mu Sen was there.

"So, that's why Mu Sen missed?"

One of the characters who seemed to be the leader spoke slowly and asked coldly.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid so..."

The person next to him lowered his head, with a particularly ashamed look on his face, "Hug, sorry, we didn't expect that this guy would actually follow into the previous team book."

Whether it was the rumors and intelligence they received, or the eyes and ears they were in charge of monitoring, they all said that No. 034 would not enter the next dungeon. Even a few minutes before the start of the live broadcast, he even showed up at a luxury party. I lost a lot of points, and I don't have any conditions to enter the dungeon...

As a result, I didn't expect that all of this was a game set up by the other party for this purpose.

Whether it was the news released or the "President" who appeared in public, it was all to let them relax their vigilance, thinking that only the prophet had entered the dungeon, and then the same person as last time was hastily dispatched.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help lowering his head even more, gritted his teeth and said, "In the end, it's Mu Sen's guy. I was going to make a substitution, but he couldn't hold his breath and insisted on continuing to follow up..."

In fact, Mu Sen's rank in the guild is not high, but due to his special talent and viciousness, he has a very high success rate in assassination, so he has also achieved a certain status in the oracle. The right to speak, so since he couldn't swallow the anger of the failed assassination last time, they let him go.

The result was unexpected...

They were slapped together fiercely this time!

Now, not only has Mu Sen lost contact in the dungeon, but even the most crucial wooden sign has been lost and completely disappeared.

In the oracle, only the anchors who have gained the trust of the upper levels and have been screened, approved and verified are eligible to obtain such extremely precious and strictly controlled "props".

It's less about "getting" than about leasing.

For every dungeon played by the host who got this item, the Oracle Headquarters will get 25% of the points as a share. Once lost, or it becomes invalid due to excessive use, the holder will be severely punished.... Punishment There are very few people who know the specific content of it, because almost no one can survive from it.

"Anyway, anyway, we've learned a lesson this time," the man who spoke raised his hand, wiped his forehead with cold sweat, and stammered, "Leave it to me, I'll take care of it— Before he could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted by his superior:

"Okay, shut up."

The superior raised his eyes, his gloomy gaze landed on the screen.

"Do you think this matter is still within our purview?"

On the screen, the updated leaderboard is displayed.

The three words "Pinocchio" are listed in it, the number 008 in front is particularly eye-catching, and the gold-red full-service announcement above is even more ironic, it is like a slap in the face. .

"He is the latest top ten, and should be included in the secret council soon.""..."

The other party's face turned pale, and all the voices were choked in his throat.

...a secret council.

Like its name, the existence of this organization is a secret. Even in the entire Dream Demon, there are very few people who know the existence of this organization. Only a few senior guild executives know of its existence.

Only the top ten in the overall standings are eligible to enter it and become a member of it. Its internal structure and organization are completely opaque in the eyes of outsiders.

Even within the oracle, only two people are qualified to be among them.

That is, their president and a vice president.

In other words, this matter is far beyond their ability, and the threat of this anchor has reached the highest level.

The superior took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have finally made up his mind:

"...Don't say more, just contact the above."

Now that things have developed to this point, they also have no other choice.

At the same time, the discussion on the forum is still in full swing, and the heat has not decreased at all.

The anchor who made a mockery of Wen Jianyan's name just now knew that he was wrong, and almost all of them have deleted their posts and ran away. Only a small number of them are still active, stubbornly insisting on spreading rumors, but the general trend has passed, and they can hardly be brought back. Here comes the rhythm.

The environment of the Nightmare Live Room is full of blood, violence, and death. Here, the darkest side of a person can be stimulated to the greatest extent. The anchors who can survive in this environment are very distinctive:

The desire to survive is strong, the bottom line is low, and it is especially strong.

Contrary to the malicious faction that covered the homepage just now, the current forum has changed direction.

Most of the remaining posts are one-sided praise, full of admiration and respect for this new god, the top ten on the list, and some people even began to pick up his too wonderful resume.

Although in the Nightmare Live Room, the anchors are not allowed to exchange the specific content of the dungeons with each other, but the dungeons that have already played the platinum achievement will be lifted. It is possible, and the mechanism to prevent spoilers does not exist.

"I just checked other people's customs clearance records. Although there are few copies of customs clearance, they are all platinum! Even the team book he just came out of, the Prosperity Building, is platinum!"

"Ah? [Prosperity Building]? No, it's that weird team book whose unlock rate can't be displayed? My former guild leader went in, and seven people didn't come back... This mortality rate is really terrifying, can this be achieved platinum? ?"

"And don't forget, after the platinum achievement is released, the difficulty of the next dungeon will generally double, and the anchor has never broken platinum, that is to say, his difficulty factor has doubled at least six times in the system!! ! Maybe even exponential growth....

"...I'm numb."

"...I'm numb too."

"No, is this really something that humans can achieve?"

"No offense, but... it's not dead??? Is there any reason for it???"

"Continue to discuss, I have already gone to his guild to submit an application anyway.

"?"

"Is it a little too fast, my friend?"

"I'm not fast anymore. To tell you the truth, the applications ahead of me have already shown more than three digits, and they are still going up."

"Ah, ah, their guild can't accept the quest, if they do, I'll rush!! My next dungeon is about to upgrade, I really need a great god to take me!!""..."

"Yu buzz buzz buzz—"

Countless applications for transfer to the guild and employment invitations flew into Chen Mo's mailbox like snowflakes.

Since Wen Jianyan became the new top ten, Chen Mo, the guild's actual affairs handler, has never stopped vibrating on his mobile phone.

Chen Mo was so disturbed that he had to turn off the voice prompts to finally avoid being overwhelmed by countless messages.

He stuffed the phone that had been prompted to turn off into his pocket, and turned to look at Su Cheng, who was beside him: "How is it? Did he answer your call?"

Su Cheng shook his head and turned off his phone: "No."

Since Wen Jianyan's name changed from gray to normal, he has been trying to contact Wen Jianyan, but the other party seems to have turned off the beep manually, and the four of them have to leave the guild and go to the Wen Jianyan's residence to check the situation.

"It's okay, we'll be there soon anyway,"

Su Cheng raised his eyes and looked forward. Although there was no emotion on his face, there was a deep worry hidden in his eyes.

Although it shows that Wen Jianyan is online now, the other party's avatar is still real for more than 20 minutes and cannot be erased. Before the end of the last dungeon with Wen Jianyan, it was too abnormal. performance in relation to...

Su Cheng took a deep breath, and slowly tightened his hand holding the phone, the worry in his eyes deepened.

You must know that in the copy of Nightmare, not only the body of the host will be violated, and not all injuries can be healed by the system indiscriminately. In addition, Wen Jianyan has such a habit of taking risks alone, and is always in the midst of life and death. The person who jumped left and right on the line, the other party's phone had not been connected for such a long time, Su Cheng had to feel extremely nervous, countless imaginings of danger flashed in his mind, making him tense.

- Hope nothing goes wrong.

In a dim room.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and looked at the Ouroboros ring on her finger.

The pitch-black metal ring was firmly wrapped around the base of the white finger, the slender snake body was slightly curved, the snake's snout clenched the tip of the tail, and the finely carved eyeballs shone with a strange and cold luster.

A fragment of Ability God's soul is being imprisoned in it at the moment, quietly dormant, waiting for the moment to wake up again.

He took a deep breath and looked away.

No matter how much Wu Zhu's reaction exceeds expectations, for the successful implementation of his plan... the next contact will happen sooner or later, how to deal with it after it is done, and what variables may occur after the response, we can only take a step and see one step away.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of Wen Jianyan's room.

"?" Wen Jianyan was startled.

Who will it be?

Logically speaking, Su Cheng should have rested after leaving the dungeon, is it Ji Guan?

Thinking of the small cakes that he might eat next, Wen Jianyan was refreshed and straightened up from the bed. B pulled his slippers to the door, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, he was taken aback.

...a lot of people.

Su Cheng, Chen Mo, Ji Guan, Yun Bilan... Almost half of the trade union members appeared at the door of his room. For a time, the originally spacious corridor was crowded. The other side also seemed to have settled down.

The door in front of them was pulled open by a small gap, and the figure they had been worried about for a long time appeared behind the door belatedly.

The young man stepped on a pair of huge fluffy green frog slippers, and his hair was wet and messy. Obviously, he had just come out of the bathroom not long ago. He was wearing a large T-shirt loosely on his body, and there were still residues dripping from his hair on his shoulders. Dark water marks with a large line of rude English on it:

"FUCKOFF".

"..."

The two sides stared at each other, and the air fell into a dead silence for a while.

"Ah? What are you doing here?" Wen Jianyan scratched her hair and looked blank: "Is there a new cake for you?"

Tian Guang: "..."

Just now, I was so anxious and worried, all of them were stuck in my throat at this moment, and I couldn't go up or down, like a stick in my throat, uncomfortable and tight. They stared blankly at Wen Jianyan,

The other party's words, Zhang Jun's face had a look outside the situation. As the culprit, he had no concept of the uproar he caused outside, and he looked inexplicably and extraordinarily awkward.

...

Hard, fist hard.

After five minutes.

Wen Jianyan, who was scolded, sat on the sofa, with a straight back and her hands on her knees.

Mainly because he didn't expect that during the time when he was alone with Wu Zhu, his anchor name in the nightmare would turn gray, and there were too many things he needed to think about recently... Nightmare, Wu Zhu, one floor Another layer of utilization and calculation has almost occupied the vast majority of his brain's memory.

Therefore, as soon as he returned to the nightmare, Wen Jianyan habitually muted the sound of the system settlement broadcast. As for his mobile phone... it has always been habitually silenced, so Wen Jianyan really does not Knowing that he actually "died" in the nightmare for half an hour.

He bowed his head pitifully, and seemed to have learned his lesson thoroughly and was deeply reflecting on his irresponsible behavior.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business anyway."

As the most rational of all, Chen Mo cleared his throat and brought the topic back.

He looked at Wen Jianyan: "So, what happened at the end of the last copy, why did your name suddenly turn gray?"

"Um"

Wen Jianyan thought for a while, looked up at the crowd, and said, "I guess it might have something to do with me killing a special boss in the dungeon?"

"what??"

The four people in front of them were all stunned.

"Wait," Su Cheng seemed to realize something, "could it be that...?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng, nodded, and affirmed the other party's thoughts: "Yes, it's him."

Yun Bilan was taken aback: "What? Who are you talking about?"

"One can appear against the boss in different dungeons." Noticing the wide-eyed eyes of other people who didn't know it, Su Cheng hurriedly raised his hand: "I don't know the specific situation, you have to ask him.

This time, everyone's eyes were once again focused on Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan briefly summarized the gum caries between himself and Wu Zhu—of course, in the process, he omitted many... er, unnecessary details.

"...In short, that's it. I found a weapon that can kill Robe in the last instance, and this grievance is completely over."

Wen Jian summed up without changing his face.

While he was saying this, on the middle finger of his left hand, the pitch-black Ouroboros ring shimmered with a metallic shimmer.

His teammates just need to know that.

As for his secretly keeping Wu Zhu's soul fragments, as well as more and deeper plans, he is not going to tell anyone.

You know, whether in the dungeon or in the anchor hall, Nightmare controls and monitors them everywhere, unless a certain mechanism is violated, such as the prohibition of private fights, the anti-theater mechanism, etc., they are in Most of the time, they are very quiet, as if they don't exist, almost no one notices their existence, and they can't control the words and deeds of the anchors.

However, for Nightmare, it is easy to monitor the words and deeds of a host at all times. Especially after Wen Jianyan proposed to replace the oracle and contact the core of the nightmare.

Obviously, even if he used his actions to prove that he and Wu Zhu were not on the same side, it was obvious that Nightmare did not fully trust him. At such a critical juncture, Wen Jianyan would naturally be more cautious, and would never reveal any clues.

As for the Ouroboros ring on his hand, as long as he doesn't actively expose it, there is a high probability that it will not be discovered by the nightmare.

After all, the existence of the witch candle itself can invalidate the control of some nightmares. In addition, after the copy of "Dream Amusement Park" ended, Wen Jianyan had already tried it once without knowing it. The Ouroboros, which had not been fully discovered how to use it, accidentally grabbed a small fragment of the witch candle into the anchor space, and accidentally included it in [Mr. Mirror], and finally caused the copy of [Safe Nursing Home] to be alienated and invaded. It brought him a series of troubles - if The Nightmare could detect the presence of the Shaman Candle Fragment in the Ouroboros, it couldn't have done nothing at that time and let everything happen.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan is not worried at this point.

"Then... What are your plans next?" Chen Mo, who was beside him, broke the silence and asked.

"Intend?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes casually and looked over.

He suddenly smiled, "Didn't I say it before?"

His pupil color was originally shallow, and under the excessively bright light in the living room, it showed a translucent champagne color, which looked luxurious and sweet.

There was a little bit of ambition in the bottom of his eyes, with scorching heat, like a raging fire.

"Of course it's the No. 1 position in the Nightmare Guild.""…"

Chen Mo was stunned for a second involuntarily.

He had heard the other party's "big ambition" before the end of the last copy, but, to be honest, at that time, Chen Mo didn't take it seriously in his heart.

After all, although Wen Jianyan has achieved outstanding results so far, it has not been a long time to enter the Dream Demon live broadcast room, and he does not fully know what kind of existence the guild [Oracle] is in the Dream Demon. How unshakable the status is, it is understandable to make such a rhetoric under such circumstances.

But now...

Chen Mo stared at the young man in front of him.

The other party was sitting lazily on the sofa, wearing an overly loose funny T-shirt, slender legs folded, and green frog slippers dangling on his feet, giving him a disgusting cuteness.

But for anyone else, this young man who looks extraordinarily condescending can't be compared with the strongest rookie anchor who made terrifying waves in the nightmare, and the senior anchor who entered the top ten of nightmares as soon as possible. . . . and other horror titles.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and nodded solemnly:

"Ok, I see."

This was the first time he believed from the bottom of his heart... The vision that the other party just said may one day really be achieved.

"Speaking of which, you should have received a lot of news by now, right?"

Wen Jianyan tilted her head to look at Chen Mo, and suddenly asked.

"Ah, yes." Chen Mo was stunned and replied, "Could it be that they also..."

"That's not true," Wen Jian said without changing his face, "I only put yours on the official contact information of the guild, I'm just guessing." He didn't seem to have any idea about his pure white prostitution. No sense of guilt. "After all, I'm now No. 8 on the new leaderboard. Your phone should have been blown up, right?"

Chen Mo: "..."

It has to be said that it is very difficult to be shameless to this extent.

Wen Jianyan cleared her throat, naturally avoiding the other party's indifferent gaze, and continued:

"Anyway, leave all this information alone."

Chen Mo frowned: "Don't deal with it? Just let them be pressed there?"

As a very responsible person in charge of guild affairs, Chen Mo just chose to ignore the existence of those news, mainly because there was a more important thing at that time - that is to confirm the status of their guild leader.

After confirming that Wen Jianyan was not a serious problem, Chen Mo planned to return to the guild headquarters immediately to deal with the influx of information and invitations. Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan gave him an unexpected surprise at this moment. commanded:

Don't deal with it yet.

"Yes."

Wen Jianyan casually played with her mobile phone in one hand and nodded, confirming the other party's guess.

"Wait for me to participate...what is this called," he lowered his head and quickly scanned the only system message above.

Wen Jianyan squinted his eyes, a smile swept across his lips, ripples like a breeze blowing across a lake, and it was fleeting.

He added, "... until the secret council.

Su Cheng "..."

A familiar chill ran down his spine.

The last time I felt this way was when the other party entered the dungeon wearing a shell with the appearance of "warm".

- Brother, what are you trying to do this time?