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Sha... Shasha...

After asking the question, the strange voice disappeared immediately, and only the sound of the electric current in the microphone was echoing, as if waiting patiently for Qi Qian's answer.

On the side, the fire in the copper oil lamp became darker and darker, and the weak light could hardly penetrate the blackened lampshade.

The lamp oil was about to run out, and they had no choice but to accept the offer on the phone.

Qi Qian's gaze stopped for a moment on the oil lamp that was on the verge of going out. He gritted his teeth and answered without hesitation:

Yes.

At the moment when his voice fell, only a click sound was heard, and the phone line was disconnected.

Qi Qian was startled, looked down at the phone in his hand, and a busy tone of dududu came from the other side of the microphone.

...

No response.

and then?

With the shrinking of the illuminated area, the faint rancid smell in the air seemed to become rich again.

Darkness invaded from all directions.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the temperature seems to have begun to drop, and the icy cold air is like an ice blade, cutting into the skin, bringing a sense of unease that chills the spinal cord.

Crack, cack-

At this moment, the sealed glass door suddenly slammed, and the props they had previously placed on it seemed to lose their effect in an instant, and slowly opened to both sides.

not good! !

Everyone was suffocating, their bodies subconsciously tense, and they suddenly looked towards the door.

Unexpectedly, the plastic doll disappeared, and even the hall shrouded in darkness disappeared, replaced by a staircase leading straight up.

The staircase winds up silently, and the top sinks into darkness, as if it leads to another terrifying and unknown realm, but in the eyes of everyone who has run out of ammunition and food, it is tantamount to turning a corner. Like a lifesaver.

It's the way to the second floor! ! !

Go upstairs, hurry up!

Qi Qian said hurriedly.

The rest of the people followed closely behind him, under the dim light of the oil lamp, they rushed towards the stairs outside the door at the fastest speed.

The moment he stepped on the stairs, a cold feeling spread all over his body.

No, the props can't be used!

An Xin said hurriedly.

Wen Jianyan opened her live broadcast interface at the fastest speed. Sure enough, except for the few bound epic props, all other props turned gray, including all props that could speed up.

In other words, all they can rely on now is themselves.

Qi Qian: Run!

At this time, everyone's eyes are full of only one thing:

Hurry up, hurry up!

Before the lights go out, hurry up to the second floor!

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the stairwell. Although only a few tens of seconds passed, the firelight became weaker than before, as if it would burn out in the next second.

The narrow, dark-shrouded stairs seemed to never end no matter how you walked.

Inside the oil lamp, a thin layer of grease has burned to the bottom, and the tiny fire is bright and extinguished, and it will dim from time to time.

Team, Captain...

Tong Yao's face was pale, and he subconsciously approached the light. A pair of eyes with a strange luster stared at the surrounding darkness, his voice trembled slightly, with an unconcealed panic.

As a psychic, she is often the first to perceive danger.

And now...

She feels bad.

He was cold all over, his hair stood on end, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Intuition told her that something terrible was hiding in the dark, and once the light left, all of their lives would be seriously threatened.

Terrible, very terrifying.

Even more than death itself.

Faster!

Qi Qian gritted his teeth, his breath was unsteady, and his voice seemed to be forced out from between his teeth.

The messy footsteps overlapped each other and echoed hurriedly in the darkness. Even though several people kept their pace, a strong sense of despair slowly emerged from their hearts.

At this moment, in the darkness ahead, a faint light suddenly appeared.

!! Right in front! Quick!

Like the driftwood seen by the drowning, like a spider silk hanging down in hell, a ray of hope ignited from the hearts of everyone.

Qi Qian and Tong Yao were the first to rush into the light, followed by Su Cheng and An Xin.

Always holding the oil lamp, Zhang Yu, who was running at the front, unknowingly fell behind.

His face was originally as white as golden paper, and now it is even more horrific. The fingers that were holding the handle of the oil lamp have turned blue and purple at some point, like a corpse as cold and stiff.

He stared at the nearby lights not far away, but his legs seemed to be constantly moving, gradually becoming heavy and stiff.

Oops.

Zhang Yu has been hiding his gradually worsening physical condition from his teammates. No one knows that the sprint just now has almost exhausted all his physical strength.

And now...

The oil lamp is almost dead, and it is unlikely that he will leave the darkness before the light goes out, but at least he can send his teammates to this place...

Zhang Yu thought that his death was not entirely in vain.

At this moment, a warm hand suddenly rested on his back, and the slender arm wrapped around his waist, supporting his heavy body.

???

Zhang Yu looked at Wen Jianyan beside him in astonishment.

The girl's slender and weak shoulders, like a wicker, were blown away, but there was a miraculous force behind him, which easily supported his weight.

Come on.

Wen Jianyan didn't say much, just gave a succinct command.

With his help, the two accelerated under their feet and rushed straight into the light just before the lights went out!

The crisis is over.

Seeing Zhang Yu's unexpectedly bad face, An Xin and Qi Qian were startled, hurried forward, and took Zhang Yu's stiff and cold body from Wen Jianyan's hands:

Hey, are you okay?

Zhang Yu nodded, his voice a little weak: I can hold it.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Jianyan, who was beside him, and said, Thanks to Wen Wen...

Qi Qian and An Xin looked at Wen Jianyan, their expressions were a little surprised.

After all, Zhang Yu is still an adult male with a heavy skeleton, and Wen Jianyan, who is the smallest of all, has the strength to hold Zhang Yu in, which is really surprising.

The girl was out of breath, panting, and weakly leaned all her weight on Su Cheng:

Too, great, saved.

Even among men, Wen Jianyan's strength is not too small, and he is the type of regular fitness exercise. Seriously, if he is not worried about being too obvious, he can even pick up the other princess and run all the way.

An inexplicable increase in weight on his shoulders, a staggering Su Cheng was almost crushed:

...

Brother, did you know? Although your appearance has changed, you have not lost weight.

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Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. She can carry a weak girl who can carry an adult male and run wildly with one hand!

But the anchor's observation ability is really good. I didn't find Zhang Yu's current situation wrong, and he is deteriorating too fast. This is just the first floor. What can I do after that?

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and after a few people took a breath, they began to look at their current position.

The stairs behind had disappeared, leaving only an endless darkness. Obviously, it was impossible to go back to the first floor. All they could do was keep going up.

On the other side, there are stairs leading to the top.

It's not dark over there, it's gray and slightly bright, just like the first floor on the first floor, even if it doesn't need lights.

And where they are now, it's kind of like a transition area in a stairwell.

The ground is flat, and an old light bulb is lit above the head, which emits a faint yellow light, illuminating this small space.

Beneath the light bulb was a solitary table with a wooden box covered in bright red paint.

This is the box that the security guard held in his arms when he was on the first floor.

It seems that the key to the store on the second floor is to be extracted from here.

Qi Qian stepped forward and was just about to put his hand into the wooden box. The next second, Nursery Rhythm suddenly stopped him: Wait.

how?

Qi Qian made a move.

This wooden box doesn't feel right to me. Tong Yao's face was dignified, preventing Qi Qian's movements, It's not the same as when it was on the first floor.

She stared intently at the wooden box in front of her, breathing slightly faster.

In the nursery rhyme's vision, the color on this wooden box is much brighter than on the first floor, as if it was covered with a layer of blood that has not yet solidified, and a particularly cold atmosphere emanates from it, giving people a sense of extreme danger a feeling of.

Qi Qian turned to the side: Come and have a look.

Tong Yao stepped forward, took a deep breath slowly, and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyeballs had turned pale, and her dark irises had become the same color as the whites of her eyes, making her look particularly eerie and terrifying.

She stared at the wooden box in front of her, her vision seemed to be able to penetrate the red-painted wooden board, which was a good mistake.

The pale face of the nursery rhyme:

There's... nothing inside.

From her line of sight, there is an unknown nothingness connected to the bottom of the wooden box, not to mention the key, there is nothing.

What? Empty?

Qi Qian frowned, stepped forward, and carefully looked at the wooden box in front of him.

We don't have keys or lamp oil now, are we going to stay in this area all the time? An Xin said.

wrong.

Qi Qian suddenly realized something:

It's not the same as the box downstairs.

He was the only one who went up to the stage and took the key from the box, and he was the only one who had observed the box in the hands of the security guard up close, while the others had only seen it from a distance.

Qi Qian pointed to the opening above the box:

The opening of the box on the first floor is round, while this one is rectangular.

Although it is enough for a person to put his hand in, the openings of different shapes represent different things.

The round ones are often lottery boxes, while the horizontal rectangles are mostly found in donation boxes.

That is, the box may not be for them to put their hands in, but something to put in, like...

Coins?

Try it.

Qi Qian retracted his gaze, took out a crumpled coin from his pocket, and the edge was still stained with putrid corpse water, and slowly approached the wooden box.

The edge of the coin touched the dark opening.

Suddenly, a great force came from it, and forcibly tore the coin out of his hand!

Several people were shocked, Qi Qian took a step back subconsciously, away from the box.

There was a strange sound like a fingernail scratching from the box.

Squeak...

Under everyone's tense gaze, slowly, a bluish-purple, stiff hand stretched out from the box and put something on the box.

No one dared to imagine what terrible things would happen if they just put their hands in.

After the hand disappeared, Qi Qian stepped forward cautiously and looked down.

It was a rusted key that looked older than the one downstairs, with two numbers on it:

03.

Qi Qian's heart sank slightly.

On the first floor, those customers visited in numerical order, that is to say, the smaller the number, the greater the danger. Although these rules may not be used as the floor changes, there may be some hidden dangers. The threat cannot be underestimated.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and took the key away.

Then... what about the other coin? An Xin thought of something and asked, Don't we have one left?

Qi Qian looked down at the other coin in his hand, lost in thought.

In any case, they have now got a new key, that is to say, the conditions for entering the store on the second floor are complete, no one knows what will happen if another coin is sent in, is it to give them another key? Or something else? If nothing happens, just swallowing their turnover, wouldn't it be a big loss?

However, on the other hand, they have now obtained the key to enter the store on the second floor, that is to say, the basic guarantee has been obtained, and it should be possible to take a little risk and test the operation of the dungeon.

Qi Qian turned to look at Su Cheng:

Prophet, what do you think?

Su Cheng: I need me...

Qi Qian shook his head: No need for now, you just need to say what you think.

This is a good phenomenon.

This proves that Wen Jianyan is now operating very effectively on the first floor.

Unconsciously, the Dark Fire anchor team has gradually trusted Su Cheng's ability, so they will seek Su Cheng's opinion when it encounters such a difficult choice. Seeing this, he is not only regarded as a A hired prophecy tool person, but more like a formal teammate with the right to speak.

Wen Jian nodded slightly without a trace.

His movements are very hidden, and no one except Su Cheng, who is closest to him, has noticed his small movements.

I think I can try.

Su Cheng replied cautiously.

This answer was thoughtful by Wen Jianyan.

He didn't think that the corpse in the warehouse and the coin in the corpse's hand just appeared there by accident, and everything was in line with the mechanism and plan of the dungeon.

Wen Jianyan had noticed that before them, no bell appeared, that is to say, their team should be the first in the entire dungeon to realize this law and put it into action.

Even though their speed was so fast, they were still almost damaged in the process of entering the second floor due to insufficient lamp oil.

Then, wouldn't the other squads after them be wiped out and no one survived?

Wen Jianyan didn't think the fault tolerance rate of this dungeon would be so low, killing more than 90% of the team on the first floor.

That said, their oil lamps drain faster than any other squad.

Every time a supernatural phenomenon occurs within the range of early light exposure, the burning speed of the oil lamp will abnormally speed up. They have experienced this kind of thing four times.

It's the first time when you block the door with clothes.

The confrontation with the dead body in the warehouse is the second time.

Opening the door to greet the customer counts as the third time.

After the customer left, the dummy without the human skin began to act for the fourth time.

If you want to complete the turnover of the first floor, the third and fourth times are unavoidable, then the remaining times are the fault tolerance rate.

If we think about this logic, we can draw a conclusion:

Since the key on the second floor needs a coin to buy, then the up-to-standard turnover on the first floor is likely to be a coin.

And the one in the hands of the dead corpse in the warehouse is not what they got from selling the goods, so it can't be counted in it, but their extra income.

Now that there is extra income...

Then, there is a high probability that the copy will give additional rewards.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan prefers to use this coin. As the floor goes up, the difficulty will only gradually increase, and there will not be too many experiments left for them afterwards, and the sooner some things are clarified, the better.

After hearing Su Cheng's answer, Qi Qian nodded and sent the second coin to him.

The coin disappeared in the red box

The scratching sound of squeak sounded again, and soon, the blue-black dead man's palm slowly protruded out of the darkness, and placed a small copper disc on the box.

Qi Qian stepped forward and picked up the disc.

He opened the lid and found gray-white grease inside. He lowered his head and sniffed, and a familiar, sweet and rotten smell poured into his nostrils.

Qi Qian's eyes brightened slightly, he turned his head to look at a few people, and said with certainty:

It's lamp oil.

In an instant, everyone couldn't help but feel refreshed.

An extra pan of lamp oil!

This would greatly improve their fault tolerance on the second floor.

Soon, new lamp oil was installed in the old oil lamp, but, to save, they did not light the oil lamp.

After doing all this, several people left the transfer station between the first and second floors and walked towards the gray second floor.

*

On the first floor, in Shop 02.

The faint candlelight burned quietly, illuminating the narrow space, and several anchors leaned against the counter boredly, as if closing their eyes and resting.

A pale, slender man sat cross-legged, looking at the pile of wooden signs spread out in front of him.

Soon, the bell rang.

All the anchors sat up slightly, turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, not knowing what they were waiting for.

Ring Ling.

Another bell rang.

However, from the beginning to the end, the familiar screams did not sound.

It seems that their team succeeded.

The slender-faced man raised his head, looked out the door, and said in a strange tone.

He looked very strange, with bandages tightly wrapped from the neck down, not a trace of skin exposed, his eyes were as dull as a dead man, and his skin was damp and pale, as if it had been swollen in water.

I didn't expect that, the level of that prophet is really not bad.

A little girl jumped down from the counter, moving lightly, she grinned, looked at the slender-faced man, and said in an unpleasant sarcasm:

Isn't it?

I did underestimate him.

The slender face was not stimulated by the little girl's tone: But it didn't exceed expectations.

And this team is located in the No. 02 store. The number drawn is higher than that of the Dark Fire team. The reason why they have been standing still is just to wait for the opportunity and take the opportunity to find out the strength of the opponent.

The little girl pouted in dissatisfaction. The other party's inaction seemed to disappoint her. She shrugged and waved to her teammates:

Let's go, we really should go upstairs.

After being instructed, the team members immediately got up and started to act. They looked very well-trained, but they obeyed a little girl who was not even half their age.

Within the first floor, all the spaces are interconnected, so the bells rang in the shop No. 04 spread throughout the entire first floor.

The ones who are still alive are senior anchors who have gone through many dungeons, so it is impossible to ignore this information.

I believe that most teams should be able to react quickly. They need to receive customers to complete the turnover, rather than stick to it and wait for the lamp oil to run out.

It should not be long before the first floor will be completely emptied.

How, the little girl looked at him with a smile: Do you want to do it after entering the second floor?

The slender, pale man gathered up the wooden signs scattered on the ground with his bandaged fingers, put it into the small cloth bag he carried with him, and said slowly:

Well, try it out.

*

After leaving the stairwell, the team entered the second floor.

The layout here is very similar to the first floor, but the number of shops seems to be much smaller. The central patio is foggy. Although it is theoretically very close to the first floor, it is completely impossible to see the scene on the first floor.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced behind her.

The stairwell has disappeared.

In other words, there is no turning back, and there is nowhere to turn back.

... Several people looked at each other, not too surprised.

Qi Qian: Let's go, go to shop 03.

The group walked along the corridor and soon found the shop indicated on their key card.

They skillfully unlocked the door.

Since I got spare lamp oil, I don't need to use matches to lead the way as I did last time. After all, the number of matches is limited, and no one can afford to consume three at a time.

They lit the oil lamp, walked into the store, and soon found another identical copper oil lamp on the counter.

However, unlike the first floor, the oil lamp on the second floor is welded to the table top, which means that they cannot take it away, but can only be used in this store.

After Qi Qianqian lit the oil lamp in the store on the second floor, he extinguished the flame of the spare oil lamp to prevent it from continuing to burn - this thing is too precious, maybe it will be used in the future, they can't afford to waste it.

The light jumped twice and slowly turned on.

The darkness was dispelled, and the shop appeared in front of everyone.

Several people were startled.

The area of ​​the shop on the second floor is twice as large as that on the first floor, and more importantly...

This is no longer a men's clothing store.

Old-fashioned radios and clunky TVs are lined up and down shelves, with sale labels plastered next to them.

……Electrical shop? !