Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 328

Soon, the next policy will be determined.

Those streamers who woke up from the coma temporarily joined Wen Jianyan's team.

As for those anchors who have been deprived of their famous brands and their facial features, although they have lost their breathing and heartbeat, if judged by the standards of nightmares, they have not died yet.

However, due to the loss of vital signs, as long as the copy does not undergo any special changes, there is a high probability that they will not be attacked by the ghosts in the town as "targets".

Just in case, Wen Jianyan and the others still moved their "corpses" to a hidden corner of the shop, which is considered to be the best of benevolence and righteousness.

After doing all this, he turned to look at the other teammates:

"Everyone get two clothes and then we can get out of here."

In the instance of [Xingwang Hotel], all the human skin products are very similar. They are very dangerous. If they are used too many times, they will be activated and become a channel connected to the real world, allowing ghosts to invade. However, in the same way, they can also block the continuous light rain here, allowing the living to walk through this terrifying, depriving rain without dying.

The human leather umbrellas that Wen Jianyan's team carried before can no longer be used. If they want to survive the next three hours, they have to use these human leather jackets to move freely in the rainy town after the [door] is closed. .

It stands to reason that the more leather jackets you carry, the better it will be for their next actions.

As long as a piece of clothing begins to mutate and awaken, they can immediately discard it and replace it with the next one, but the problem is... they are likely to meet Black's team in the next three hours.

According to Zhong Shan's remarks before...

Anis' talent is very questionable.

If he can really "call the soul" and activate the supernatural danger that was originally silent, then the more supernatural objects they carry, the more dangerous they will be.

For this reason, Wen Jianyan had to choose carefully, and finally chose a compromise number:

"Two Pieces".

Under his command, everyone moved quickly.

Soon, everything will be ready.

Wen Jianyan draped a large gray old-fashioned suit on her body. From the outside, it was just an old and very inconspicuous piece of clothing. However, only those who actually put it on could smell it. From the faintly rancid smell coming from it, I can feel the chilling touch created by the cold, skin-like neckline rubbing against the neck.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and turned to look at everyone:

"Are you ready?"

Others also put on human leather jackets and nodded.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at the pocket watch in her hand.

The slow-moving pointer just crossed the boundary between black and white, from the white area to the pitch-black area.

In other words, there is no turning back.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned to look at his teammates, and warned:

"Please be careful next, and if you find any clue, no matter how inconspicuous, if you think it makes you uncomfortable, tell me immediately, understand?"

The rest of the people looked at each other: "Understood."

The reason why Wen Jianyan is so cautious is not only because the black team is also located somewhere on this street, but also because the lights should have been lit in the Xingwang Hotel.

After the lights come on, the road between the hotel and the town is closed.

Before entering the town this time, they only stayed here for an hour at most.

And this time, the time was quadrupled.

More importantly, none of them knew whether the "lighting" in the Xingwang Hotel would bring any unknowable changes to the town...

That is to say, the experience they had summed up in the one hour when the lights were turned off, and the rules they found out, may be overturned and broken in the next three hours.

The best outcome is that everything stays the same, but they also have to prepare for the worst.

Everything is unknown.

And because the [door] has been closed, once they encounter any danger, they can no longer choose to escape back to the hotel as before, but can only bite the bullet and choose to face it directly.

"Okay, let's go."

In this case, they can no longer afford the consequences of wasting time and must act immediately.

It's not just racing against Black, it's fighting death.

Following Wen Jianyan's order, the group cautiously avoided the corpse that was still lingering in the room, dripping with blood, and stepped into the rain again.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, with thick black clouds pressing overhead, and no light could penetrate.

In front of him is a crooked street extending into the depths of the rain.

The fine raindrops fell from the top of the head, bringing a gloomy coldness.

The rain that hit the human skin did not penetrate into it as before, but seemed to be cut off by some invisible force, sliding down the surface of the human skin.

Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked into the depths of the commercial street.

Due to the rain, there were no traces of humans walking on the streets.

Even if they can't track the movements of the Black players through their footprints, it's not a big problem for the Red team. After all, they now clearly know each other's destination.

Frame shop.

Although they don't know the exact location of this shop for the time being, but based on the pictures in the oil paintings and the contents of the paintings written by Rui Rui Nian, they should be able to find them as long as they walk down the street to the depths. it.

The endless rain continued to fall, and soon the entrance to the street was left far behind.

The group marched towards the depths of the dead street.

All the doors of the houses on both sides of the street were closed, and they looked very deserted. The windows were pitch black, like long-dead skeletons, staring at the empty eye sockets, silently watching the only living creatures on this dead street. people.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the further you go, the heavier Sen Leng feels.

Although the human fur coats cut off the rain, the invisible cold aura filled the air, attacking from all directions, invading the muscles and bones, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably.

So cold.

"Have you seen the location of the frame shop?"

Wen Jianyan asked.

Huang Mao stared at the endless street in front of him and shook his head: "No."

Wen Jianyan wiped the rain off her face and glanced down at the time.

They've been going full steam ahead for more than five minutes.

However, up to now, the street seems to be endless, and they have not seen the shadow of the frame shop.

The doors of the shops on both sides are basically closed, and the signs hanging on them have long been mottled and faded under the rain, and the specific words cannot be distinguished.

The windows were pitch black, and it was almost impossible to get any information.

"Walk for another three minutes." Wen Jianyan put away her phone and said.

With the passage of time, the rancid smell emitted by the leather clothes on the body became more and more clear. In the damp air, it was almost impossible to ignore, and it loomed and lingered on the nose of everyone.

The surface of the clothes was slightly agitated, as if it was just swept up by the surrounding wind, but there always seemed to be a vague ominous shadow on it.

Apparently, the human skins became more and more dangerous as they spent more time walking in the rain.

If they still can't find a trace of that framing shop in three minutes...

Time to stop and find a shop to hide from the rain, then.

"it is good."

The crowd nodded.

The group continued to move forward quickly and carefully.

They paid attention to the fast passing scenery on both sides of the road, looking for any shop that could correspond to the picture in the oil painting——

Suddenly, Huang Mao's pace stopped and he looked in a certain direction.

Wen Jianyan noticed his reaction keenly: "did you find it?"

"no no."

Huang Mao swallowed, drooled, and shook his head

I don't know if it was because of the rain for too long, Zhong Shan's face was extremely pale, he stared straight into the distance, raised his finger to a corner at the end of the street, and said:

"Look there—"

Wen Jianyan looked in the direction he pointed.

Not far away, on the left side of the street, across the misty rain, a dark, motionless shadow could be vaguely seen.

like...

"A man with his back to us."

As if afraid of disturbing something, Huang Mao's voice was very low, leaving only a slightly trembling voice.

At the moment Huang Mao's voice fell to the ground, everyone couldn't help but feel terrified.

Although they couldn't see the road in front of them through the gloomy light rain, it was clear that there was a "person" standing upright several dozen meters in front of them, motionless.

According to the current situation, the possibility of being human is very low.

"What about the clothes on his body?" Wen Jianyan thought about it and asked slowly, "What kind of style?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted.

Although in the rainy town, all the things marked with specific time and place names have been eroded away and cannot be identified, but one thing is certain.

That is, the time of this small town should have stopped decades ago.

Whether it's the interior decoration of the house, the style of the clothes, or anything else, it's all very old, as if time has stopped.

However, the anchors who enter here must wear clothes that are in line with reality.

"Not old clothes."

After looking at it carefully for a while, Huang Mao said with certainty.

This means that the "people" standing with their backs to them are not the original residents of the town, but the corpse of the anchor who died here.

It's not yet known why it appears, but it's good news anyway.

In this dungeon, the aborigines who are trapped underwater are the most terrifying. As for the corpses of those anchors, although they will also attack humans, they are more similar to the existence of ghosts. A big problem - like they were in a clothing store before, there was a way to avoid it anyway.

Wen Jianyan thought for a while, and quickly made up her mind:

"Keep going."

Soon, they came to the "human" who had his back turned to them.

It stood upright on the spot, and despite the cold rain falling on it, it still did not move at all, like a stake nailed to the ground.

Several people carefully chose to walk on the side away from the corpse.

The distance gradually decreases.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were always fixed on the corpse, to be careful that it suddenly started to move.

But it didn't move an inch until they had completely bypassed the area.

Wen Jian let out a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked again at the corpse he had left behind.

The heart stopped for a moment.

After going around this area, the "people" who were supposed to be facing them were still facing the back.

It stood motionless in the rain, with its back facing Wen Jianyan and his party who had already passed him, as if it had not moved too much from beginning to end.

It's as if...

Does not have the same concept of "positive".

The good news, though, is that it doesn't seem to sense their presence, neither the readiness to move nor the desire to attack.

As long as they bypass it, it won't catch up either.

If the corpses of these anchors could only be under the water even if they acted within an hour before the lights were turned off, but now they can appear above the ground in a grand manner... Obviously, this should be "three hours after the lights are turned on". variables that occur.

These variables will only increase over time.

Wen Jianyan restrained her shivering instinct and looked away.

"Two minutes left, keep going."

The group continued to move forward along the street.

Not long after, the second corpse appeared in front of them,

Like the first one before, it was also motionless, standing upright in the rain, always with its back to Wen Jianyan and the others. Although there was no action or attack, just looking at it would make people feel heartbroken. Faded, I can't wait to get away as quickly as possible.

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