Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 207

In the next second, the flame in the oil lamp jumped violently!

The light flickered erratically.

Everything is developing too fast, and there is no sign at all.

At that moment, people's minds were blank, and the only thing that worked was the muscle memory that had been exercised in countless copies.

Zhang Yu gritted his teeth, and instead of retreating, he approached!

The skin began to harden from the forearm, showing a rock-like texture under the flickering oil lamp, and he reached out his hand towards the original purpose!

Click.

Carrion's fingers are broken - grabbed!

However, in the next second, a cold and stiff hand firmly grasped Zhang Yu's wrist!

The touch was extremely strange, and half of his body seemed to cool down instantly.

Zhang Yu raised his head suddenly.

The terrifying smile on the carrion's face was reflected in the pupil's shriveled eyes.

Zhang Yu, right! An Xin shouted through gritted teeth.

The next second, a flaming arrow emerged from the air and was pulled by his arm. The next second, only the sound of whoosh broke through the air. The arrow was wrapped in a thousand strength and went straight towards the carrion. rush!

The corpse's bluish-white face was illuminated by the firelight, and the strangely stiff smile on his face became clearer and clearer.

Zhang Yu slammed to the left!

The flaming arrows brushed his side, deeply embedded in the shoulders of the carrion.

At that instant, the scorching flames rose into the air, forcibly burning one arm of the carrion to ashes.

Losing his confinement, Zhang Yu stepped back abruptly, widening the distance between him and the carrion.

However, few people have yet to breathe a sigh of relief.

Giggle.

The rubbing sound of bones sounded again, which was particularly harsh in the narrow enclosed space.

Under the horrified gazes of several people, the carrion who had just leaned against the corner slowly got up, and the sticky Guji sounded, and the scalp of the person listening was numb.

The arm that had just been burnt out by the flaming arrows... actually stretched out from its body again!

A sickening stench of rotting lingered in the air.

Giggle.

The corpse looked up again.

On that blue and white face, there was a strange smile that was exactly the same as just now.

Not good! An Xin supported Zhang Yu who stumbled over, his eyes fell on the corpse, his teeth clenched, and said, This thing ignores the attack!

The corpse stepped forward, and its movements were rigid and stiff, but without the slightest delay, a pair of dark eyes fixedly looked at the few people in front of him, and walked over slowly and unstoppably.

Qi Qian's expression was solemn, and he made a decisive decision: Back off! Get out of here first!

They have no information now, and they don't even know what this thing is, what damage it can cause, and why they can ignore An Xin's talent.

Under such circumstances, it is extremely irrational to fight it head-on.

So, under the command of the captain, several people quickly retreated.

Behind him, the door of the warehouse slowly closed, and Tong Yao quickly picked up a clothes pole next to her and inserted it into the door lock.

For this kind of existence, even if the door of this entity cannot create obstacles, it can at least delay its actions a little, leaving them a little time to prepare.

Even if it is really forced to fight...

Compared with the narrow and closed space just now, it is more open here, and their advantages are even greater.

Several people retreated to the center of the store, their eyes fixed on the closed warehouse door, their bodies and minds were extremely tense, waiting for the moment when the carrion broke through the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of slamming the door continued, again and again, at exactly the same interval, making it extraordinarily rigid and rigid.

At the back of the team, Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wait, this mode of action...

Also, the carrion should have been sitting there from the beginning, but no matter how much movement they were outside, it wasn't activated until a few of them entered.

Wen Jianyan moved her position calmly, and used her body to block the oil lamp.

In the next second, most of the light on the door panel was blocked.

Bang, bang, bang...

The banging of the door seemed to subside, and the interval became longer.

It appears to be so.

Wen Jianyan quickly pulled a few pieces of clothes from the hangers beside them and threw them to the people around them: Quick, plug the door!

Qi Qian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look over:

what?

The prophet said it! Wen Jianyan pointed innocently at Su Cheng behind him.

Su Cheng: ...

? ? ?

what did i say?

Although he didn't know the reason, he still had a sullen face, maintained a high-level appearance under the gazes of several people, and nodded daringly:

right.

Qi Qian quickly reacted: Do as he said, fast!

Several people tore off the clothes hanging on the hangers around them and blocked all the gaps that could transmit light.

The sound of the impact slowed down a little bit, and soon, the depths of the warehouse returned to dead silence.

...

Everyone stared at the cracked door in front of them with lingering fears, as well as the clothes pole that was bent on top, and let out a slow sigh of relief.

It looks like... this wave has been prevented.

Qi Qian glanced at the clothes blocking the door, then turned his head and glanced at the oil lamp, with a heavy expression on his face: Look at this, this light can not only attract those things outside, but also make sleeping corpses dark. wake.

More importantly, it was definitely not just a corpse.

He understands An Xin's talent that ordinary living corpses can be burnt out in one shot, but that carrion only lost an arm, and it quickly grew out...

It's terrifying.

Qi Qian looked at the nursery rhyme:

Did you not feel anything when you entered the warehouse just now?

No.

As a psychic, the nursery rhyme sullenly shook his head:

By the time I felt something was wrong, it was too late.

Qi Qian's expression darkened slightly.

This is much more tricky, that is to say, before being activated, these things are no different from ordinary corpses, and even psychic mediums who are more sensitive to psychic power cannot detect them in advance.

This time, however, was not entirely fruitless.

Qi Qian turned to look at Zhang Yu.

Under the swaying light of the oil lamp, the opponent's face showed a morbidly pale--obviously, this should be the side effect of activating the talent twice in a row.

Have you got the thing in the corpse's hand?

Zhang Yu nodded.

He stretched out his hand, kneaded the ball, and handed the old paper ball to Qi Qian.

Qi Qian took the note from the opponent's hand and unfolded it carefully.

That is……

A wrinkled, dark coin with rotten water on the edge of the corpse.

Ming coin? Qi Qian frowned, looking at the gloomy pattern above by the light of the oil lamp, showing a puzzled look.

At this moment, Zhang Yu's legs suddenly softened and he fell to one side.

An Xin, who was standing beside him, quickly stretched out his hand and supported him:

Are you OK?

Zhang Yu frowned and shook his head.

An Xin, who was supporting Zhang Yu, was suddenly stunned and said:

You are so cold...

You can feel it through the thin clothes, there is almost no body temperature of any living person on the other side, and it is as cold as a stone.

The next second, An Xin seemed to recall something, his expression froze, he raised his hand to grab Zhang Yu's arm, and yanked his sleeve up!

On the opponent's arm, there was a blue-black handprint, the color was extremely dark, and it seemed to be spreading outward, and the surrounding skin showed an extremely unhealthy, deadly pale.

This is……

An Xin took a deep breath.

It was just caught, Zhang Yu pursed his lips and pulled down his sleeves, I activated my talent at the time.

Inside the small shop, the atmosphere almost dropped to freezing point.

It's amazing.

No one could have imagined that the carrion could leave such terrifying traces on the body of a defense-oriented broadcaster with unknown consequences. Moreover, it was even more so on Zhang Yu, who had a strong self-protection ability. If faced with it Yes, is it an anchor without any defensive ability?

Several people shuddered.

You're too big.

Qi Qian frowned and said slowly.

If he had just stepped back in time, there should still be room, but Zhang Yu, taking advantage of the particularity of his talent, chose to fight recklessly.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Zhang Yu bowed his head a little ashamed, and his face became even paler.

Captain, I still have healing props here. Nursery Rhyme said.

Qi Qian: Take it out and try it.

Several people from the Dark Fire team gathered in front of Zhang Yu, trying to find a way to remove the fingerprint.

The girl in the white dress stood aside, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the scene from the outside.

The faint light of the oil lamp jumped, illuminating the amber eyes, and the light lips were slightly pursed, as if thinking about something, and a pure and harmless face with a deep meaning that did not match the temperament.

He integrated the current clues in his mind.

First, darkness is mortal.

The light produced by the oil lamp can dispel the deadly darkness, but at the same time it can awaken the ghosts and attract the ghosts' attention in the night.

The oil in the lamp is limited.

Until now, the method of replenishing lamp oil is unknown.

It was like the sword of Damocles hanging over the head, trembling dangerously, and it would fall down at some point, giving them a fatal blow.

The existence of lamp oil is likely to be closely related to the core mechanism of the entire copy.

At the same time, another point caught Wen Jianyan's attention.

Previously, before they blocked the door with their clothes, there was a shrill scream not long after the doorbell rang—that is to say, after the ghosts broke into the store, those teams were quickly wiped out , while in the warehouse, the situation is different.

There are two possibilities.

Or, there are two different ghosts inside and outside the room.

Either... something has changed.

Wen Jianyan raised her head, her eyes fell on a few people not far away, and her eyes moved away as soon as they touched it.

The thing in the corpse's hand gave him a subtle inspiration.

When everyone's attention was not on her, the girl in white slowly stepped forward and started walking around the edge of the store, her eyes wandering, as if she was looking for something.

The area of ​​the entire store is not very large, and it looks particularly messy under the two waves of attacks just now. The hangers around are already empty, and only a lot of hangers are left hanging on the poles, swaying.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

Ah? What is the anchor looking for?

I don't know, I don't understand... Have any viewers who have seen this copy tell me?

Due to the high difficulty of the team battle dungeon, the number of people may not be able to be gathered every time. Therefore, the probability of appearing in the anchor hall is not high enough. Most viewers need to try their luck to see it. That is to say, compared with other dungeons , the proportion of viewers who have seen the copy of [Prosperity Building] is much smaller.

After a minute or two, a few experienced viewers finally sent out the barrage:

Here are the people who have seen it. What can I say, I see the anchor like this, how do I feel... He seems to be really about to find a way to break the game???

Impossible! How long has it been? The attack hasn't gone through a few rounds yet. He doesn't really have any gift for prophecy, and it's a ghost if he can find it.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan stopped.

He raised his eyes and looked at the dummy not far in front of him.

Under the weak light, the dummy maintains a rigid posture and stands fixedly in place, with blank facial features, only deep and shallow depressions, and the jumping shadow falls on its face, giving an inexplicable and strange illusion .

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

Why did the anchor notice this dummy? Is there anything unusual about it?

No? I can't see it!

Wait, I'm going to adjust the previous live record, everyone wait for me!

After dozens of seconds:

I went, I looked back, this dummy moved!! It definitely moved!! Before the anchors entered the warehouse, its face was facing the other direction!

Who can find out about this ordinary person?

No, the anchor even remembers this?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, raised her hand, carefully picked up the hem of the dummy's clothes with her fingertips, and twisted it gently.

His heart shrank suddenly.

This touch...

Obviously not fabric, but...

He raised his eyes and stared at the motionless dummy in front of him, as if there was no threat at all, his lips pursed into a tight straight line, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Human skin.

Wen Jian quickly retracted his hand, turned around and walked towards Su Cheng.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Su Cheng turned to look.

The girl stepped closer, with two slender and white legs under the skirt, her body was slender and soft, except that she was a little too tall, she was simply a perfect weak beauty.

But the expression in those eyes was not at all close to the weak.

The strong sense of disobedience made Su Cheng choked slightly, his eyes darkened.

No matter how many times you watch it, you can't get used to it! So this is definitely the bad taste of this guy!

Are you ready?

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes, and there was a strange look in the bottom of her eyes.

His voice had unknowingly returned to its original tone, and the clear and slightly deep voice of the young man sounded next to Su Cheng's ear, and the slightly hoarse tail sounded upward, hiding a subtle meaning.

It's time for you to come out.

...

Su Cheng stared at Wen Jianyan, the somewhat unfamiliar face had an expression he was particularly familiar with... His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition:

You, what do you mean?

I mean, Wen Jianyan smiled, it's time for you to make your first 'prophecy'.

the other side.

Qi Qian and the others focused their attention on their injured teammates.

As time passed, their expressions gradually became more and more solemn.

That handprint... can't be removed.

Whether it is using purification or healing props, it has no effect on the blue-black scary handprint. At most, it can only alleviate the trend of color diffusion, but it cannot completely eliminate it.

That extraordinarily abrupt imprint, like a needle stuck in the bottom of his eyes, made his spine shiver.

No one knows what side effects this mudra will have.

The fact that the props alone can't eliminate this is scary enough.

When several people were at a loss, someone behind the back cleared his throat:

Cough, cough, cough!

Qi Qian and the others turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Su Cheng standing there, staring at them with a calm expression.

Several anchors of the dark fire showed a questioning look on their faces.

What's wrong? Is there something wrong?

Under the gazes of several people, Su Cheng felt like a thorn on his back, but he still maintained an expressionless posture, turned his head and pointed to the glass door behind him, which was firmly blocked by his clothes:

Clothes removed.

This time, everyone was stunned.

What? Tong Yao frowned, her voice raised slightly involuntarily, Remove the clothes??

An Xin shook his head and showed an incomprehensible expression:

Didn't you see what happened just now? If we take off our clothes, we will be targeted again, and then we will definitely die...

Qi Qian raised his hand and stopped what An Xin said next.

He looked at Su Cheng inquiringly: Can I ask why?

Su Cheng: ...

To tell you the truth, I don't know either.

That guy Wen Jianyan made me do this!

Although his heart was the same, Su Cheng said with a blank face, Isn't that what you hired me for?

You made a prophecy?

Qi Qian realized something and narrowed his eyes.

Just after taking another teammate of the Prophet away, he tried to get some information about language talent from the other party's mouth, so as to designate a plan of action and avoid danger.

However, no matter how he asked, the other party remained silent.

However, based on the information in the other party's words, Qi Qian guessed that the prophet's prophecy talent should be able to be activated actively, and there should be a limit on the number of times, but...

Now he's not sure.

You must know that the other party just made a prophecy and asked them to block the door seam, and it turned out that this was completely correct. After the door seam was blocked, the corpses inside the door stopped hitting the door.

And after a few minutes, the other party actually made a prediction again? !

Su Cheng: Yes.

After getting the exact answer, Qi Qian stared at Su Cheng in disbelief.

Is there no limit to the number of times this guy's talent can be activated?

The command of this prophecy is really terrifying.

Uncovering the clothes on the glass door means that those things outside can see them again... This move is tantamount to sending death.

So, before deciding what to do next, Qi Qian had to get the exact reason.

He said slowly, Can I ask the reason for this?

Unfortunately, I don't know either.

This sentence Su Cheng did not lie.

Wen Jianyan only told him what to say. As for the reason...he really didn't know!

That's my talent.

Su Cheng sadly found that his guilty conscience when he lied became less and less under the influence of Wen Jianyan.

Fall.

Qi Qian turned his head, his eyes fell on those clothes, and his eyes flickered.

He pursed his lips in a troubled look.

No, it's too risky, Tong Yao said with a solemn expression, and said first, Everyone has heard the screams from outside. Once those things outside are attracted by the light, we may face the destruction of the group. threaten.

An Xin hesitated for a moment, but also nodded:

Why don't you think of another way?

Suddenly, a gentle and slender voice sounded from the side, which seemed particularly abrupt in the dead silence:

I advise everyone to follow his advice.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the other's voice.

Under the light, a girl in a white dress stood in front of the counter, her dark and long eyelashes drooped slightly, her thin white fingers crossed on her abdomen, and the whole person looked demure and soft:

There is a reason for a weak person like me to follow the prophet into the dungeon.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

...

…………

What kind of person are you? What kind of person?? Say it again??

Wen Jianyan's mouth, a liar!

Wen Jianyan: You may not know that our prophet's predictions are different from the prediction talents of other anchors. All his predictions are accompanied by the god of death.

The gate of life and the gate of death follow each other. If you are not careful, it will be irreversible.

Although Su Cheng is now a commodity that Wen Jianyan focuses on promoting and promoting, Wen Jianyan knows very well that all advantages cannot exceed the range that normal people can accept, and must be limited to some extent .

Too perfect, it will lead to fear and speculation.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Therefore, the best way is to make this risk so high that no one can afford it.

And my talent is special.

Wen Jian said without changing his face: I'm the only one who can interpret the prophecy.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

?

???

?????

Bah! Didn't you just make up this prophecy!!!! You fucking liar!!!

Facing the stunned crowd, Wen Jianyan had a smile on her lips, and in her pale amber eyes, all her emotions were deeply hidden and could not be detected by anyone.

What is an oracle?

God never speaks directly to human beings, but only sends guidance through messengers.

Whether it is the prophecy of the prophets or the Ten Commandments of Moses, they are all presented in dreams, ravings, and illusions.

God is responsible.

The priest is responsible for interpretation.

Does God Really Guide Humans? Or, does God really exist?

Do not.

In other words, the true interpretation power of some laws is always in the hands of the priests.

No need for deliberate explanations, no need for painstaking control, no need for difficult strategies, their commands and authority will be gilded with a layer of faith, and they will become an iron law that no one dares to violate.

Wen Jianyan doesn't even need to convince the crowd with his wisdom and ability, or even reveal his own plans, to steal the control of the entire team...

No one even notices the process.

Under the dim light, the girl pursed her lips slightly and showed a innocent lamb-like smile to the crowd:

The prophet is never wrong.

Beneath the words, there is an absolutely powerful arrogance and self-confidence.

I never go wrong.