Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 205

Obviously, the one who just screamed should be still in the hall, and there was no time to light the oil lamp and enter the store.

In an instant, the relaxed atmosphere just now disappeared.

In the shop No. 04, the old oil lamp was quietly placed on the counter, and the dim light emanated from it, covering the small storefront.

However, apart from the oil lamp, all that is left is darkness.

Endless darkness.

There was a dead silence in the shop, and only the sound of repressed breathing could be heard one after another.

Every anchor stared at the door, nervous to the extreme.

A stench like a rotting corpse came from the darkness.

In the next second, the flame in the oil lamp shook violently, clearly covering the lampshade, but it suddenly became unstable. The beating light and shadow reflected on the wall, driving everyone's heart to lift.

quick!

Qi Qian lowered his voice and said hurriedly.

close the door!

The moment his voice fell, Zhang Yu jumped up abruptly. His movements were very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the gray glass door was shut tightly, blocking the thick darkness firmly.

The faint stench of the carrion still lingered in the nose, but the light in the oil lamp stabilized and stopped beating.

The enclosed space is shrouded in light, giving a false sense of security.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Qian turned to look at An Xin:

Before you came back, how many people were left outside?

It's hard to see the whole hall from this angle,

An Xin's expression was straight, and the romantic attitude just now disappeared, However, there should be at least two or three teams that did not enter the room and light the oil lamps.

Qi Qian nodded and turned to look out the glass door again.

Outside the gray glass, there was absolute darkness that light could not penetrate. All teams who did not have time to light their oil lamps before dark would definitely be eliminated.

He looked at Su Cheng again: Prophet, what do you think about this matter?

This time, everyone's eyes were once again focused on Su Cheng.

Su Cheng was not panicked this time.

Before entering the dungeon, when he didn't know that Wen Jianyan would follow up, the other party had told him that if he encountered such a situation, before the moment of life and death, someone would come for advice on how to answer.

He still remembers the look of the other party when he spoke:

How much a thing can sell for is not entirely based on its value, but more importantly, when it appears and how difficult it is to acquire.

Keep it mysterious, understand?

Under everyone's attention, Su Cheng asked back:

Do you want me to prophesy now? Are you sure?

This sentence is very simple, but the meaning contained in it is not simple.

After all, although prophecy talent is also a kind of talent, there are also various types, some are passively generated, and some are actively activated, and the dark fire team does not know the type of Su Cheng's talent, let alone the specific activation method and Accuracy, and Su Cheng's move is to clearly tell the other party that his talent can be activated on his own initiative, and there is a limit on the number of times, and as an employee, he will give Qi Qian the initiative to activate his talent.

That is to say, Qi Qian not only has to bear the consequences of his prophecy, but if he encounters a more critical situation in the future, and Su Cheng loses the number of prophecies, Qi Qian will also be responsible for it.

...

Qi Qian clearly understood what Su Cheng meant, he narrowed his eyes and compromised: Forget it, let it go first.

After entering the dungeon, they will definitely want to test your strength. After all, you are the foreign aid they invited with a lot of money, but if you agree at this time, you will reduce your value and destroy your own mystery. It feels like an ordinary player who can be used at will.

The young man showed him a gentle and pleasant, but secretly tricky smile:

So, the first thing to do is to make the other party dare not use you at non-critical moments, because they can't stand the wear and tear.

The picture before entering the copy flashed in my mind,

Su Cheng subconsciously glanced at the person standing beside him who really said those words.

The other party was firmly attached to his side, with a pair of wet amber eyes like a frightened deer, looking soft and fragile. That scheming, cunning and sinister look.

...

Su Cheng's forehead twitched and he slowly looked away.

Wait, did you hear anything?

Suddenly, the nursery rhyme said.

The psychic's expression was solemn, and his brows became colder.

Everyone immediately held their breath and listened attentively—

Through the closed door, a faint sound could be heard in the darkness...

Ring Ling.

It was a very weak copper bell, as if it came from a very distant place, but in this boundless silence and dark night, it was particularly clear.

It seems to be coming from the left... in the direction of shop 01.

Everyone was suffocating.

Wen Jianyan was startled and looked up at the door.

Above the glass door hangs a small copper bell.

That is, if someone pushes the door from outside, the same sound will be made.

The time was stretched, and it seemed that only a second had passed, and a sharp and shrill scream cut through the silence and came from the darkness.

Ahhhhhhh-

There was endless despair and fear in that voice, as if it had slashed hard on a person's heart.

In this case, no one would be foolish enough to leave a room shrouded in light, which means... someone is trying to walk in from the dark.

Or, people.

Quick! Block the door!

Qi Qian responded quickly and ordered immediately.

In the next second, all the anchors moved, rushed to the glass door in unison, and held it firmly with their shoulders.

In the darkness not far away, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Bang, bang, bang.

A moment, a moment, a moment.

Stiff, mechanical, the interval between each stroke is exactly the same, and each stroke seems to hit a person's heart.

Compared with the bell just now, the sound of the door slamming this time seemed louder and clearer, as if it was closer to them.

Everyone instinctively tensed, and cold sweat oozes from their foreheads.

Obviously, in the room where the door was being tapped, the anchors also moved at the fastest speed and pressed the door, so that person couldn't push the door directly as he did at the beginning.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

The sound of the door slamming became more intense, and you could almost hear the glass vibrating and the squeaking of the door, without any pause, and gradually increased in urgency! !

Although they were not in the room where the door was being tapped, the same fear seeped in from the darkness, making their throats constrict and their hairs stand on end.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

In the dead silence, the copper bell rang again.

Ring Ling.

The sound was like a death knell, slamming down.

Everyone gasped.

Only separated by a few walls, they could hear the screams full of fear, pain, and unbelievable despair more clearly this time:

No, no, it's impossible, I clearly—!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

The shrill screams stopped abruptly.

Everything is dead again.

...

Under the shroud of dim yellow light, everyone looked at each other and saw the same look on each other's faces.

Tension, high pressure, and hidden horror.

In fact, in these advanced team books, there are often situations where multiple teams are destroyed at the beginning.

There is no human life to fill, it is impossible to find out the law of the copy.

The rest of the team had to use the poor information to find out how to survive the waves of attacks.

Of course, the premise is... you are not the first to be targeted.

The first one to be targeted is sure to die.

That's why, the anchors with precognitive talents will become the team's immediate needs.

If they have the right talent and high level, even if your team is the first to be targeted, if you are lucky, you can escape the first wave of crises without any information.

It is precisely because of this that Oracle can always sit firmly in the position of the largest guild.

And [Prosperity Building] is indeed an A+ level team book.

A team book with this difficulty rating level can be directly compared with an S-level or even an SS-level single-player book. It took less than half an hour to start the dungeon, and at least four teams were directly wiped out...

This death rate is simply scalp tingling.

The next second, footsteps came from the darkness, stiff and slow, like the soles of some dragged shoes rubbing against the ground.

A moment, a moment, a moment.

Da da da……

That voice... it was as if it was coming directly at them!

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out behind everyone.

Don't block.

Qi Qian gritted his teeth.

He stood up and took two steps back, his eyes still staring at the closed glass door in front of him, It's no use blocking it.

After hearing the first bell, the other teams must have blocked the gate.

The slamming of the door just outside proved this.

The anchors who can live to this time have some inventory in their backpacks. It should not be difficult to block a door. However, they also saw it.

Still eliminated.

In other words, blocking the door is useless.

Or are they supposed to take the plunge?

No, the risk is too great.

The information they have now obtained is too little. There are not only footsteps outside, but also the boundless darkness. Reckless action in this situation is tantamount to suicide.

Qi Qian gritted his teeth and stared at the bottomless darkness outside.

Da da da.

Footsteps are approaching.

near.

Soon, through the gray glass, they could vaguely see a dark shadow, like a person, but not like a person, but it was definitely walking in this direction.

Qi Qian's heart sank, and the last trace of fluke hope was extinguished.

It's really for them.

I didn't expect that their luck would be so bad this time, and they actually became the third target.

no solution anymore.

Looks like now is the time...

Qi Qian turned to look at Su Cheng and opened his mouth: You...

Before his voice fell, he saw the girl next to Su Cheng raised her eyes.

Her cheeks were pale, her amber eyes were full of panic, covered with a layer of water mist, her lips were tightly pursed, and her voice was fragile and trembling: How could it be... why is it us... Mingming, the voice was still far away just now. , how could this be? Why is it our turn?

Do not be afraid,

Although An Xin on the side couldn't hide his dignified expression, he still gave full play to his gentleman's demeanor and raised his hand to hold the girl's slender shoulders:

I believe that the captain must have a way. If it's a big deal, I'll protect—

As he spoke, he felt a little puzzled.

Um? The shoulders under the palm of the hand... don't seem to be as short as expected?

After listening to Wen Jianyan's words, Qi Qian was stunned and lost in thought.

Yes, why them?

The first bell came from the direction of room 01, and they were number 04, that is to say, there were two rooms in the middle, but they heard only one scream.

That is to say, there is a shop that was directly skipped by people, but walked straight towards them.

random?

Absolutely impossible.

Dying without regularity also means unpredictable and mortal death, which cannot exist in a nightmare.

That is to say, a certain team in room 02 or 03, whether or not they used a prophet, used some method to escape the attack.

Like myself, they have just entered the dungeon, so it is impossible to use a particularly complicated and difficult way to achieve, then...

Qi Qian seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly fell on the oil lamp on the counter, and his pupils shrank suddenly!

It's already pitch black outside, and the door is a glass door, which means that if the lights are on inside the store, it will be extra conspicuous! !

Not only does this thing help them escape the darkness, it's also a target for the ghosts' attention!

Damn, I almost got killed!

Block the glass door with clothes!!!

Qi Qian pointed to the rows of clothes in the store, and ordered sharply, Quick! Don't let any light come out!!!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then instantly understood what Qi Qian meant.

Light attracts ghosts!

Their hair stood on end, but after all, they were already used to crises. They rushed to the shelves neatly and quickly, ripped off their clothes from above, and rushed to the glass door as fast as they could.

Da da da.

Outside the door, footsteps were getting closer.

Across the gaps between the clothes that have not been completely blocked, the gradually enlarged black shadow can be seen.

Head, neck, shoulders.

A little bit is printed on the glass door.

Hurry up, hurry up! !

The few people behind the door could almost hear their heart beating wildly.

After all, they were crowded, and the glass door was not too big. Soon, the clothes blocked the whole door.

Behind, the nursery rhyme lowered her voice, looked for any place where light might penetrate, and commanded in a succinct manner: An Xin goes a little further to the left, yes!

Captain, there is still a gap below!

Da da.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

At that moment, everyone subconsciously stopped and held their breath.

Their eyes fell on the clothes held up by them, staring at the patterns on them.

It was too quiet outside, to the point of terror.

The glass doors here cannot be locked from the inside, and can be pushed open with a slight push from the outside.

That is to say, they were only separated from the person standing at the door outside, who was either a human or a ghost, only separated by a layer of raised clothes and a trap door that could not be locked.

Cold sweat oozes from his back, his palms become sticky, and his arms that hold his clothes up start to feel aching.

Please...it must work.