Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 309

In the lifeless town, the cold rain kept falling.

Wen Jianyan and his party left the first two-story building and hurried towards the position of the double painting at the beginning.

Five people hold three umbrellas. Although it is a bit cramped, the speed will be much slower because of this, but fortunately, Wen Jianyan has already explored the road ahead of time, and has also figured out some of the rules in the town. Next, the group quickly arrived at their destination.

They quickly put away their umbrellas and ducked under the eaves.

Although there is an umbrella that can withstand the rain, everyone still dare not stay in the rain for too long.

After all, no one knows how long it will take for the ghost using this umbrella as a medium to appear, like the rope around the neck that will be tightened at some point, which is terrifying.

The roof muffled the patter of rain.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked out the door.

Looking forward along the crooked path in front of me, I can vaguely see a low hut in the distance. The umbrella that should have been floating near the door has disappeared, and it is completely empty.

"Captain, is this where the double painting is located?" Chen Mo asked.

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and nodded:

"Yes."

Yun Bilan turned her head to look around, looked at the room in front of her, and said, "It looks like we're going to take the paintings in this building back to the hotel."

"..."

Wen Jianyan didn't answer immediately, but turned her head to look out the door again.

The sky was gloomy, and the icy drizzle poured down densely, and it was no longer possible to locate where the hole was now, bringing a sense of unease that I didn't know where the danger was.

He took a deep breath and turned his head to look over: "No."

The other people were stunned, and even Bai Xue raised his eyes in a rare way and turned his head to look over.

"why?"

Chen Mo frowned and asked suspiciously.

According to the principle summed up before, as a red party, if you want to gain an advantage in this confrontation, you must compete with another team to pull more "guests" into the Xingwang Hotel and become the Their own help, otherwise, in the later stage, their living space will be further squeezed and compressed. Even if they don’t want to win, just to protect themselves, they should invite as many “guests” as possible.

Yun Bilan also looked equally confused.

If it weren't for the four-person portrait that connected the passage they came in, from where they couldn't leave the encirclement on the first floor, she even wanted to propose to take the painting back.

"Ah? Then you mean..."

"Go get that one-person painting."

Wen Jianyan seemed to have made up her mind and answered without hesitation.

- This is undoubtedly the most inappropriate option.

Not only because there are fewer people in the painting, but also because it is farther away, that is to say, the probability of the ghosts condensing under the umbrella is greatly increased. Similarly, the "guests" who chased them at the beginning are also located there. Direction, choosing to take that single-person painting, not only equals less profit, but also means higher risk, and the possibility of a head-on conflict with terror.

Yun Bilan frowned: "But..."

She wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Wen Jianyan:

"There's no time to explain now."

In less than ten minutes, the way out will be closed, and if you want to leave again, you will have to wait another three hours.

Behind the young man was the boundless rain and gloomy sky. There was no turbulence in the depths of the light-colored eyes, with a calm look like a thin cloud.

"Do you believe me?"

"..."

Time stood still for two seconds.

Yun Bilan raised her eyebrows, suddenly smiled, and her expression became clear: "Isn't it? You still need to ask?"

Huang Mao nodded vigorously.

"Of course, Captain," Chen Mo sighed helplessly: "Who else can we trust besides you?"

They have cooperated with Wen Jianyan for too long, and they have already been very clear about each other's behavior and their terrifying strength. In the past dungeons, this has saved them many times...

So, even if they don't know why Wen Jianyan made such a decision now, the person who made this decision is Wen Jianyan, and they only need to know this.

"..."

Bai Xue's eyes fell on Chen Mo and the others.

He was silent from the beginning to the end, and it was difficult to see what this person was trying to write from his expression, and there was a thoughtful look flashing in his dark and eerie eyes.

Wen Jianyan looked at his team members, and laid out the next course of action in a concise manner: "Chen Mo, Yun Bilan, the two of you follow Bai Xue and let him take you to get the paintings."

The two nodded.

Snow White didn't raise any objections either.

After speaking, Wen Jianyan looked at Huang Mao: "You and I act together."

Due to the lack of time, the group quickly began to act.

Bai Xue and Chen Mo walked quickly along the bluestone road to the distance, while Wen Jianyan and Huang Mao stayed in the open space fifty meters away from the small building and did not follow.

The two stood quietly in the rain with umbrellas, watching the backs of Bai Xue disappear at the door of the small building.

The gloomy and icy rain was falling, and the water pools in the depressions on the bluestone road were like countless mirrors, reflecting the gray-black turbid sky.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes.

...the rain has subsided.

This also means that Bai Xue and several people in the small building have successfully obtained the frame.

The yellow hair on the side exclaimed: "The door, the door has appeared!"

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked in the direction of Huang Mao's fingers.

Sure enough, two or three meters behind them, a square door the size of an oil painting frame appeared in front of them out of thin air. Carpets, dim lighting, everything is a familiar arrangement in a thriving hotel.

As long as they enter the hotel through this door, they can successfully escape the current crisis.

However, Wen Jianyan didn't walk in impatiently, nor did she try to stand in the dry area at the door to avoid the rain, but still held the human skin umbrella and stood firmly in the rain.

He turned his head and looked towards the door of the small building.

The three of Baixue appeared at the door.

This time, instead of moving the entire frame out like last time, they destroyed the frame as Wen Jianyan did before, and took the canvas from it—

After all, it does save some trouble.

Several people stood at the door without moving, waiting for Wen Jianyan's instructions.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Huang Mao: "Tell me, where is the 'guest'?"

Huang Mao looked around, and his eyes quickly fell not far away.

His shoulders shrank, and he whispered, "At five o'clock, thirty-five meters."

"Understood." Wen Jianyan nodded.

He raised his voice and shouted, "Action!"

When they got the signal, Chen Mo and the three people on the opposite side of Qingshiban Road started to act.

Thanks to the previous experience, several people have been very skillful in their response this time. While carefully avoiding their shadows falling into the water, they moved forward quickly. Once the person holding the painting was caught In response, immediately pass the frame and move forward alternately.

And, since they had an umbrella this time—it could not only block the rain, but also block some of the light, so this time, it was much easier for them to move forward than the last time.

However, this does not mean that they can be completely free from any water in the action.

Huang Mao's voice tightened: "At three o'clock, 57 meters."

It seems that the "guests" have also begun to act.

Wen Jianyan shoved the umbrella into Huang Mao's hand, then stepped aside and stepped into the water pool beside him, letting the drizzle fall on his face, shoulders, and even opening his eyes slightly. arm, so that your area of ​​contact with the water becomes larger.

"Three o'clock... 53 meters."

Huang Mao said, "It, it's here."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass……"

"I figured out what this guy is going to do. There is only one guest, so I will give priority to attacking the person with the most exposed position. When it goes in the direction of the teammates, the anchor will stand up and wait for it to go too close. After that, go back under the umbrella—in short, I’m walking the guests!!!!”

"Hahahahahaha walking the guests to death laughing!"

"Guest: I have a dirty word I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Hahahahahahahahaha is a bit too much!"

Just as the bullet screen guessed, Wen Jianyan really had this idea.

Using Huang Mao's vision that can accurately locate the empty position, he carefully controls and adjusts the direction, angle, and speed of the opponent's movement, lest any of them be forced to meet the "guest" head-on. After all, they are now and It wasn't the same before.

Since they are carrying paintings on their bodies, everyone in the team is targeted by ghosts below the surface of the water. If they are not careful, countless pale limbs will be climbed on their bodies, making them unable to move, even if Wen Jianyan Having paid great attention, he could still clearly feel that the weight on his shoulders was gradually increasing.

If they had a head-to-head encounter with the resident in this situation, their squad might actually lose personnel.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan must control the distance between the "guests" and them in this way to ensure the safety of both parties.

"Four o'clock, 22 meters."

Huang Mao's voice had a little vibrato, and he seemed very nervous.

"And, and..."

Huang Mao's gaze fell on the umbrella handle in his hand, and at the lower edge of the place he was holding, a woman's hand with a vague outline slowly emerged.

His face was pale, his pupils were constricted, his fingers were not tightened, nor were they released:

"You, look at this..."

Their umbrella has been in the rain for the longest time, so the ghost below is also the earliest.

"Um,"

Wen Jianyan glanced at it, as if she had long since seen it strange, and withdrew her gaze calmly:

"Just leave it alone."

Yellow Hair: "..."

He was a little shattered.

Leave it alone? Leave it alone? !

It's easy to say!

Wen Jianyan didn't care about Huang Mao's expression of wanting to cry without tears.

He just narrowed his eyes and stared closely at the teammates who were approaching in embarrassment not far away, and a cautious and dignified look flashed in his eyes.

Although it has been carefully calculated in his mind, the problem is that Wen Jianyan and his teammates are gradually reconciling, so no matter which direction the guests go in the beginning, they will gradually approach their last destination.

According to the trend of Huang Mao's bulletin and the current speed of Chen Mo and the others...

It shouldn't be long before the "head-on conflict" that Wen Jianyan least wants to see will still happen.

It seems that he now has to implement PLANB.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, turned his head to avoid the human skin umbrella from the trembling yellow hair, and said very quickly:

"You go to the door and wait."

"...?!"

Huang Mao was startled.

However, before he could say anything, Wen Jianyan turned around and strode in the direction of the "empty hole", stepping on the puddle without evasion, splashing cold rainwater .

Almost immediately, Huang Mao instantly understood what Wen Jianyan wanted to do.

During the rendezvous earlier, Wen Jianyan briefly mentioned the way he escaped danger before.

And this time, he estimated that he was preparing to repeat the last operation.

Use the umbrella to clash with the guest attack rules to buy time for the others.

But the problem is, unlike the last time, this time, Wen Jianyan still has the curse of [painting] on his body. In order to attract the attention of the "guests", this time, he can no longer let his shadow avoid the puddles , but to take the initiative to step in.

That is to say, next, he has to bear the curse and pressure far more than others.

The further forward, Wen Jianyan's footsteps became heavier and slower, and even staggered. In the end, he almost dragged his body forward.

...he looked very embarrassed.

Wen Jianyan's body was almost completely soaked after the first and second steps just now.

The jet-black hair was wet from the rain, sticking messily to the pale cheeks, and the clothes became thinner after being wet, clinging tightly to the body, clearly delineating his thin and straight back, slender and slender. With a slightly shrunk waistline, in the heavy rain, his back looks extraordinarily lonely and fragile.

However, Wen Jianyan's eyes were always clear and calm, staring straight ahead, as if full of terrifying willpower that would never retreat.

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Step by step slower, step heavier.

In the puddles under his feet, he could vaguely see countless pale arms that climbed up his body, layer by layer, layer by layer... and the number continued to increase, dense and daunting.

at the same time.

In the water pool on the ground, the figure of the woman under the umbrella also became clearer and clearer, looking particularly terrifying and infiltrating.

The pale woman's palm clasped on the umbrella handle, leaving scary blue-black marks. The shadow was stiff and straight, clinging to Wen Jianyan's side, walking forward with him like a shadow.

Behind him, Huang Mao's heart raised his throat.

He knew very well what Wen Jianyan's actions this time meant...

Also know that this time, he is not only facing the attack of two curses at the same time...

but three.

painting.

guest.

umbrella.

For the vast majority of people, taking on one of them will be fatal, let alone taking on all three at the same time.

For each additional type, the level of danger will be more than doubled.

There will be a greater chance of failure and a higher risk of surprises.

Everything is unknown.

Watching the back of Wen Jianyan staggering forward, and the "empty hole" in the rain that seems to have finally found its prey, the speed is getting faster and faster, and it is getting closer and closer to Wen Jianyan...

Huang Mao subconsciously held his breath, fine sweat oozing out of his forehead, and the whole person was so nervous that he seemed to faint, but his eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets and could not move.

——Please, be sure to succeed!