Welcome to the Nightmare Live

The empty corridor was pitch black, and the front, back, left, and right were shrouded in darkness that could not see five fingers. On the walls on both sides, there are large and small mirrors hanging, and the light beam of the flashlight shaking slightly is reflected on the mirror surface.

The faces of everyone are reflected in the mirror, their faces are pale, and their eyes are panic.

I don't know if it's because of the lights, every face is so familiar, but at this moment, they seem extraordinarily unfamiliar, almost making people feel cold behind.

"Here, wasn't the painting hanging here just now?" Huang Mao's expression was shaken, and he asked in a panic, "How can it become a mirror?"

If the meaning of the oil painting in the copy of [Xingwang Hotel] is not good, then the existence of the mirror surface is extremely ominous. According to Wen Jianyan's initial speculation, the entire copy was constructed from triple mirror images.

The lower two floors and the upper two floors in the Xingwang Hotel, the Xingwang Hotel and the Ming Towns, and the Yinliang Towns above the ground and under the water, each layer of mirrors is more dangerous, just like in the Something is imprisoned layer by layer and controlled under the deepest layer,

If you follow this logic and continue to reason down...

Under the water surface of the rainy town, there are real terrifying ghost moths with countless ghosts wandering, and it is also the area where those "guests" are really located.

This time, they did not leave the rainy town through the [door] of the oil painting, but found a shopping street and found a road leading to the ghost moth. By disguising themselves as a "ghost", they entered it,

This also means that their current position is in the last and deepest mirror image. But in the end, they haven't entered the real "ghost moth" yet.

Although the corpses wandering on this street are terrifying, according to their previous observations, these corpses are basically left by the "host" who died in this copy, not the real aborigines. That is to say, they are not exactly "ghosts" at all.

However, as they go deeper, this line is gradually blurring.

As long as you walk a little wrongly, you may accidentally step over it and enter the deepest horror space.

the most important is……

As long as you enter it, no matter how powerful or terrifying the existence is, there is no possibility of leaving. Therefore, those "passengers" who attacked them in hotels and small towns can only invade and destroy them through media at most. Killing people can't really enter the real world,

The previous Black team was guided by them and almost crossed the line. Although they finally stopped their pace, their overall strength was still compromised.

Wen Jianyan's face was not good-looking.

He thought that as long as they were always careful and didn't leave this road, they would be able to avoid the danger of entering the ghost realm, but when he saw the oil painting in front of him turning into a mirror without warning, he was suddenly shocked...

wrong.

In fact, in addition to leaving the road, there is a second possibility of getting caught in the ghost moth.

Since, in this copy, the oil painting can become the [door] between the Xingwang Hotel and the rainy town, then, theoretically, it can also become the [gate] connecting the ground and the underwater of the rainy town!

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips slightly, and subconsciously slowly rotated the cold and heavy metal ring at the base of her finger. He turned his head to look aside.

As soon as the mutation happened, Yun Bilan had already retreated to his side, seemingly blocking him in front of him, as if to shroud people into a protected area within reach.

Wen Jianyan lowered her voice slightly and asked:

"Have you encountered something similar after He Fang entered the painting shop before?"

Yun Bilan turned her face slightly, and those red eyes flashed from under the mask. She shook her head and answered succinctly, "No."

Even though she was locked into the activity area, the opposite side did not let her contact any core secrets, but, even so, during the whole process of the painting shop activities, if Black Fang really encountered any unsolvable horror Yunbi could still feel the crisis.

Hearing this, Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes and subconsciously glanced at the darkness behind her.

Since the portraits of the two of Black are better than the elegance here, it is clear that in any case, the Black team has entered this depth in the corridor, but they have not encountered any concern, let alone. Because they cut the crisis with the help of the vellum paper, or it is related to another variable...

The half-wet shirt restrained his movements.

The slightly cool damp cloth was tightly attached to the warm skin, and the impact of one cold and one heat was enormous.

"..."

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips slightly, and subconsciously slowly rotated the cold and heavy metal ring at the base of her finger.

Perhaps, all this is related to the so-called "system residual bug".

Since he approached the door of the painting shop, the mark left by Wu Zhu started to heat up, as if reminding him of what might happen next. Therefore, the mutation that appears now does not seem to be entirely accidental.

But the problem is...

For some reason, Wen Jianyan always felt a sense of unease in her heart.

Perhaps it was because, in the previous dungeons, the existence of Wu Xing Ci Pian in the field of other countries, and based on this brother interest to formulate a plan to make it down, but, like now, when he has not done anything, Everything around him has changed, which is still a smile for Wen Jianyan.

After all, in the past, the witchcraft in the past, either the sudden film that was firmly blocked, or the body that was deliberately excluded from the copy, could hardly have any major impact on the environment in the country. Grounded in a dream, and this time, no matter in terms of scale, state, or state, this fragment of Wu Zhu seems to have exceeded his expectations

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and said, "Keep going."

Although they don't have much information now, it's not a good idea to stay where they are.

Instead of standing still and passively waiting for danger to strike, it is better to take the initiative and look for clues.

"Watch the mirror."

Wen Jianyan lowered her voice and told Huang Mao, "If you find anything unusual, notify me immediately."

Huang Mao swallowed hard and nodded.

The group walked forward quickly.

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the empty and dead corridor.

On the walls on both sides, there are countless large and small picture frames densely hung, but the oil paintings in the picture frames have all turned into cold and bright mirrors at this moment.

The mirror surface hung silently on the wall, coldly reflecting the shimmering light of the flashlight, as well as the figures of everyone walking in the center of the corridor.

However, this corridor seems to be endless, with no end at all.

Suddenly, Huang Mao's shoulders trembled.

He came to Wen Jianyan's side, lowered his voice, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Mirror, in the mirror, there are shadows..."

Wen Jianyan kept her footsteps, but her eyes turned slightly, looking to the side without a trace.

Under the dim light, the scene in the shop was no different from Gangping, but they could clearly see that there seemed to be countless phantoms beside them that impacted the mirror and moved in the mirror. It is even becoming clearer over time.

"...!"

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

He realized that the last thing he wanted to see happened.

Oil painting is the "door" between the mirror and the mirror. The "ghost" who is locked outside the door cannot perceive the existence of human beings without passing through the mirror. Vision is two-way.

Humans can't see "ghosts" above the ground, and "ghosts" can't see people under the water. At this moment, as human beings, they can witness the existence of "ghosts" with their own eyes, which means, conversely, "Ghosts" can see them too.

Now, they are probably standing between the vague junction of ghost moths and reality, and even... half-footed into the door.

The temperature in the air seems to be dropping rapidly, like a icy-biting knife, pulling the flesh one by one.

A rancid, damp smell began to spread in the air.

Everyone involuntarily quickened their pace.

But that didn't help.

To be precise, this corridor no longer exists in physical reality, but has become a conceptual version of existence that cannot be walked out.

As time goes by, the number of shadows in the mirror surface increases and becomes more and more solid.

By the end, the back face in the mirror is completely like a scene in a horror movie - countless blurred figures stand behind the mirror, emotionless, numb and strange eyes are projected from all directions, falling on On the few humans in the corridor,

The reflection of the mirror is getting worse and worse, and in the end, it is almost like a thin layer of glass.

In the corridor, everyone's faces were pale, their foreheads and noses were full of sweat. Under the countless "watches", they continued to move forward as if they were running away, but even they themselves knew...

The possibility of going out is very low.

"Can't get out."

Suddenly, a hoarse, cold voice sounded in the team.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and turned their heads to look in the direction from which the voice came.

It was Snow White.

Standing in the team, he was slightly out of breath from the run just now, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes became more and more dark and strange, like a whirlpool:

"There is no chance of leaving."

"Wait...wait a second," Zhong Shan stammered, "what does this mean?"

Snow White rolled her eyes.

Those weird black eyes locked on Zhong Shan, and the other party seemed to be stunned, took a step back subconsciously, and shrank his shoulders.

Bai Xue spoke again, and said in a cold, almost irrelevant tone:

"It means death."

What? !

This sentence surprised everyone.

They never thought that Bai Xue would actually say such a sentence at this moment, like a heavy hammer hitting the forehead, making them dizzy and dizzy.

What, how is it possible?

Not to say……

Is there no dead end in Nightmare?

However, they obviously did nothing this time, and no crisis was triggered, why did they fall into a situation of mortal death?!

This is impossible!

However, in contrast to the madly screaming fear, reason seemed calm and hopeless.

Because Snow White has no need to lie.

Even though they have not cooperated with Bai Xue before, they still know the strength of the other party, and a few of them have heard the name of Bai Xue's strongest spiritual stage - since he has said so, Well, this big overview is already a fact on the board.

Dark and icy despair swept over, spreading like waves from the soles of their feet, making their bodies cold and stiff, making it difficult to breathe.

dead...

Is this the end? ? ?

Disappearing inexplicably, ending for no reason.

Why is this happening?

Desperate gloom spreads in the air, and everyone has a feeling of being out of breath.

Bai Xue turned her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Wen Jianyan at the end of the team.

"..."

The dark, swirling eyes met the youthful amber light eyeballs, and the two looked at each other silently for a few seconds.

Wen Jianyan suddenly smiled:

"Do not."

Different from the current situation, even after hearing Bai Xue's conclusion, Wen Jianyan's voice was still calm and calm, even with a little leisurely smile.

Everyone was startled and turned to look over.

The young man raised his hand, stroked his wet forehead, and shook his head casually: "It's not impossible at all."

"..."

Snow White still didn't speak.

"Next, let's go separately." Wen Jianyan said.

"What?" Huang Mao's voice instantly increased an octave.

"How many teams?" Chen Mo asked.

Wen Jianyan: "Two teams."

He pointed to the others, "You go together."

He pointed to himself again, "I'll go alone."

Almost without thinking, Yun Bilan said decisively:

"impossible."

Chen Mo also narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a look of disapproval.

"Didn't you hear Bai Xue's conclusion just now?" Wen Jianyan looked at the crowd and said lightly, "We have absolutely no chance of winning next, and there is no other outcome than death."

"..." The air fell into silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Wen Jianyan spread his hands and said:

"Since the left is dead and the right is dead, what's the loss of trying my method?"

His eyes stayed on Yun Bilan's body for a moment, and then he emphasized:

"I'm not asking you to leave me and leave, it's just breaking the game apart. It's better to live apart than to die together, right?"

Everyone was choked.

Yun Bilan frowned under the mask.

Although she strongly disagreed with Wen Jianyan's proposal to "act separately", but at this moment, listening to the fallacy put forward by the other party, she could not find any rebuttal words for a while.

"What do you know, don't you?" Chen Mo looked at Wen Jianyan inquiringly and asked slowly.

"Maybe." Wen Jianyan shrugged, showing an unpredictable smile.

However, no matter how much other people ask, Wen Jianyan is always like a gourd with a sawed mouth, firmly upholding the style of a riddleman, and not revealing any information.

"OK then."

Chen Mo sighed silently, and finally gave in.

"..."

Yun Bilan did not make a sound.

Behind the mask, a pair of red eyes stared at Wen Jianyan. After a long time, she said coldly, "You better not lie."

A team split into two.

After Wen Jianyan left the team, the already bad atmosphere was even more heavy than ever. Everyone walked quickly along the corridor, restraining their urge to look back.

Suddenly, Huang Mao exclaimed: "Ah!" "What's the matter?" Chen Mo turned his head to look.

Huang Mao pointed to the wall on the side, showing a look of astonishment, and stammered: "It has changed, it has become an oil painting!!!"

Everyone was startled and turned to look.

Sure enough, in the picture frame hanging on the wall, the oil painting that had disappeared reappeared. Those bright mirrors, as well as the strange human figures and gazes behind the mirrors all disappeared. There has never been a single moment,

Zhong Shan rushed forward a few steps.

The door of the frame shop appeared in front of me again.

Just push the door and go out, and they'll be back on that path again.

"Why, how could this be?"

Zhong Shan stepped back, turned his head and stared blankly at everything around him, staring at the oil paintings in a daze.

The mortal crisis just now came for no reason, and it seemed to disappear for no reason. The only difference was probably...

Whether Wen Jianyan is in the team.

Yun Bilan seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the depths of the corridor.

The rest of them hurriedly followed.

However, they ran for a long time, and Wen Jianyan never appeared, and the oil paintings on the walls on both sides did not move, and there was no sign of turning into a mirror again.

Yun Bilan gasped and stopped.

Behind the mask, her eyes glowed a terrifying red, and violent anger rolled up from the bottom of her heart, and she punched the wall viciously.

She squeezed out two words from between her teeth:

"……fraud."

What to say about splitting up...

In fact, it was just forcing them to leave him behind.

Wen Jianyan stopped when the footsteps of his teammates were far away.

Holding a flashlight, he stood there and looked behind him.

The figures of the others have disappeared.

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

It seemed that his guess was correct.

The mortal situation they encountered this time should not have appeared. The two teams entered the painting shop, and the only variable that appeared was himself.

These attacks were originally aimed at him, so after being separated from him, others could naturally leave this corridor.

The rest...it's up to him.

The mirror surface has become thinner.

Behind the mirror, countless shadowy figures became extraordinarily clear, and that thin boundary seemed to be broken in the next second.

Wen Jianyan took out the props.

A small brass knife appeared in the palm of the hand, was solemnly clenched by the young man's slender fingers, and then slammed into the mirror in front of him!

Next, he wants to find the fragments of the witch candle, and...

"Clear" it.

On the fingers that held the brass knife, the Ouroboros ring gleamed.

Or, at least in Nightmare's eyes, purge.

But for Wen Jianyan, it was to tie it up—— just like what he did at the end of the copy of Prosperity Building.

However, for him, this is far more difficult than the last time.

This time, the "Wizard Candle" is just a fragment, without memory, and the probability of emotion is poor. Although it does not have the complete thinking ability like the main body, it is not easy to be deceived by his sweet words.

Click.

The thin mirror shattering sounded.

Wen Jianyan stared at the mirror closest to her, her breathing a little uneven.

As if sensing the breath of human beings, the shadows behind the mirror increased rapidly, and the number of them increased, almost making the scalp tingle.

A bunch of cold and numb gazes were projected, making him feel like a light on his back.

Click!

The shattering of the sound became a little louder. ''

However, I don't know if it's an illusion...

The shadow that had just gathered behind the mirror seemed to be dissipating quickly, as if it had been driven away by something...

Instead, there are dark shadows.

The next second, an icy feeling swept through the body, and a familiar system announcement sounded in my ears:

[Ding! Detected the existence of a system bug! Please anchor... zi zi... clear it in time! 】

Wen Jianyan grabbed her wrist, gritted her teeth, and exerted force again!

The mirror surface that was close at hand quickly cracked under the blade of the brass knife.

Behind the mirror surface full of cracks and fine lines, the thick darkness gradually solidified and gathered, showing the body of a tall man.

In the darkness, a pair of golden-yellow eyes shone with a strange shimmer, and across a knife and a mirror, silently looked at the human in front of him. No memory, no humanity.

There are only endless horrors and evil thoughts from the alien gods.

I don't know if it's because of the different dungeons in which it is located, but this time, the eyes are gloomy and cold, and ghostly.

Even the combination of all the previous sights is not as deep as the sense of oppression and fear caused by this pair of eyeballs.

Wen Jianyan's movements subconsciously paused slightly, the chills on her back stood upright, her whole figure was like a small animal being stared at by snakes, instinctive fear appeared from the depths of her bone marrow, and she almost subconsciously wanted to retreat.

However, at this moment, the tip of the brass knife plunged deep into the mirror, and some invisible force erupted violently between the two confrontations.

click!

Sharp broken lenses flew violently before his eyes.

Wen Jianyan retracted his hand to block it in front of his eyes, but the flying debris still rubbed his cheeks, cutting a thin gap.

On the young man's pale face, there were thin light red scars, and warm blood rushed out instantly, flowing down his cheeks, the contrast between scarlet and pale was extremely sharp. A little blood was splattered on the silver ring.

The snake's eyes flashed slightly, and the blood on the top was swallowed up and absorbed in an instant, and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, leaving only the cold and smooth metal ring, still firmly imprisoned at the base of the young man's finger,

【Zi…ZiZi…】

Suddenly, an electronic sound like the system was disturbed came from Wen Jianyan's ear.

Just like... what happened after the copy of Decai Middle School ended, after he was dragged into the mirror...

Wen Jianyan froze involuntarily.

The next second, the system sound with zizi electronic sound rang again. It seemed to be distorted by some force, and it released the task rigidly and rigidly:

[...Zizi...anchor...mission is being released]

[Task: kiss the evil spirit... zi zi... 30 seconds]

【Reward...unknown】

Wen Jianyan: ……………………."

Um? ? ?