Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 239

Wen Jianyan is now an A-level anchor, and the system store has also been upgraded. The number of exchange of Guiding Hands in a single dungeon has also increased from 2 to 3, and he has received an exchange opportunity for Advanced Guiding Hands. However, Advanced Guidance The Hand is only responsible for pointing out the location of the epic hidden items, and this exchange opportunity will not be refreshed with the replacement of the dungeon. Unless Wen Jianyan upgrades to the S-level and opens the S-level system store, the exchange of the advanced hand of guidance will not be increased. number of times.

In other words, the only hand tool he could use was the last one left.

If Wen Jianyan came in a team this time, his teammates would share the number of times for him, but unfortunately, it didn't work out, and he was the only one who entered the third painting this time.

In other words, he is only on the third floor now, and he will use up all the times he has on hand.

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but cursed.

However, now that he was put here, he couldn't care about saving the use of the props. Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and directly activated the last [Hand of Guidance] prop in his backpack.

At the moment when the prop was activated, the red arrow jumped out and pointed towards his back.

……behind?

Wen Jianyan was startled, then turned her head subconsciously—

In the next second, a chill ran up his back.

In the darkness, the corpse in the scarlet wedding dress stood upright, with a red hijab on its head, and the embroidered 囍 above it was obviously skewed, as if it was looking in this direction.

That is to say...

The third prop, on the bride's body.

Looking at the corpse with a strong rotting smell, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling chills down the back when he thought that he had to get up close.

but……

Time is running out.

Whether he wanted to or not, he had to act.

Wen Jianyan's brain was spinning rapidly.

Whether it is the white canvas with the face covered in the first painting, or the curse of the faceless child's corpse in the second painting, if we calculate from the characteristics of these curses, the source of the curse in the third painting is the big one. The probability is the red hijab of the bride's corpse.

In this case, as long as you get the red hijab, you can get the props of the source of the curse, and end all this!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and stretched out the hand that was able to move freely because it touched the photo frame of the portrait, and reached out to the red cloth covering the head of the bride's body.

The bride was motionless.

The cloth embroidered with the word 囍 in red covered the corpse's head, completely covering its face, but according to the orientation of the word, Wen Jianyan was 100% sure that its face was facing him.

...

The distance between the fingers and the hijab is rapidly shortening.

The bride maintained her standing still, standing stiffly in place, still motionless.

When the distance between the fingertips and the red hijab was only a few centimeters, Wen Jianyan's movements paused slightly.

...not quite right.

Wen Jianyan stood on the spot, struggling flashed in his eyes, the desire to survive screamed in his heart, urging him to continue, but he still gritted his teeth and stopped his movements abruptly, trembling slightly. The fingers were stuck in the air.

No, absolutely not.

According to experience, every time you try to obtain a key curse source item, you will definitely encounter incomparable obstacles, whether it is the dead head gradually opening his eyes in the upper floor, or the arm of the Acropolis in the previous painting. The handprints that gradually emerged on the top and could not continue to move forward can confirm this theory from the side.

Although this time, the curse on Wen Jianyan's body has been loosened, but the body of the crying baby has not disappeared, so he barely maintains the state of dead, and the obstacles encountered will theoretically be reduced. Small, but it is absolutely impossible to be completely non-existent as it is now.

Where is the problem?

Could it be that the red hijab is not actually a hidden prop? The real source of the curse is somewhere else on the corpse?

No, that shouldn't be the case.

The moment this idea came out, it was quickly rejected by Wen Jianyan.

In the copy of [Prosperity Building], law is extremely important. Whether it is the first painting or the second painting, the concept of curse has a lot to do with face. In this case, even if the third painting is No matter how difficult it is, it will not be separated from the entire system chain.

So, where is the problem?

Wen Jianyan stared at the corpse of the bride who was close at hand, and her mind was running fast.

With the passage of time, the recovery speed of his fingers is accelerating, but in just a few tens of seconds, Wen Jianyan's right arm can basically move freely. Although the corpse of the child in his arms has not disappeared, he can clearly I could feel it, its howl was fading.

As his body gradually recovered in the direction of human beings, some kind of strange phenomenon began to appear in this half-celestial, half-mourning place.

Wen Jianyan could smell the increasingly strong rotten smell in the air, as well as the strong bloody smell of sweet and rotten smell.

Wen Jianyan knew that there was not much time left for herself.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes twinkling.

The motionless, woodcarving-like corpse in front of him has not attacked him for the time being, but the extremely dangerous and creepy aura on it has gradually awakened.

The scarlet hijab swayed slightly, and the bright and eerie color was very dazzling in the dark, as if it was dyed red with viscous blood.

Wen Jianyan can clearly realize that the maliciousness hidden in it is just about to move, waiting for the moment when he becomes the prey.

If the problem isn't with the target, what's the problem?

……Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, she raised her eyes to look at the corpse in front of her, and a faint light flashed in her eyes.

If it is said that the danger in the third painting is only contained in the corpse in front of me, then the whole scene should not be so exquisite.

Although the layout of the first painting is similar to this one, it is very simple and rough compared to this one, and it can even be regarded as rough.

Whether it is the west room connecting the two worlds, the courtyard, or even the core area of ​​the curse, the north room is empty, except for corpses, coffins, and the terrifying power hidden in the darkness. other.

And here...

Whether it is the mourning hall, the coffin, or the decorations, although there are strange things everywhere, the overall decoration and the corpse of the bride in it are self-contained and have their own internal rationality.

That said, there is a reason for the interior setting of this painting.

Wen Jianyan tightened her teeth, and once again boldly looked at the bride's corpse in front of her.

If it is correct to say that the key hidden item is the red hijab, then does the key lie in... the way to obtain the item?

You must know that in traditional weddings, the red hijab is not actually removed by the groom's hands, but by a scale.

Wen Jianyan's breathing became slightly rapid, he raised his eyes and looked around quickly.

The area here is not small, but there are not many places that can really hide things. Whether it is on the body of the corpse or on the spiritual case not far away, there is no space to hide a pair of scales. Then, the only The only options are left...

His gaze fell on the coffin not far away.

The lid of the coffin was half pushed open. Wen Jianyan had a hard time moving his head because he had just been restricted by the curse, so the space he could see was not large. He only knew that there were no corpses in the coffin, and that it was at the front of the coffin. There is a portrait in the location. As for whether there is anything hidden in the depths of the coffin, it is difficult for Wen Jianyan to see clearly.

Logically speaking, if he really needs to use the scale rod to lift the hijab in order to obtain the prop, then the coffin is the most likely position for the scale rod to appear.

After all, a wedding requires two people.

And the groom who was responsible for uncovering the bride's hijab was naturally the one lying in the coffin.

Since five minutes have passed and the ghost baby has disappeared, Wen Jianyan can no longer let it help him obtain props this time, but can only go forward himself.

Fortunately, due to the fading effect of the curse, his actions are now much more flexible than before, and he no longer needs to move one step at a time.

Wen Jianyan walked towards the coffin as fast as possible.

He could feel that when he and the bride's body passed by, the other party's head turned silently, and the scarlet handkerchief above his head swayed, as if following his movements.

Although he didn't launch an attack, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling his scalp tingling, and subconsciously accelerated his pace again.

Soon, he came to the coffin.

The wooden coffin was covered with a layer of scarlet enamel, which looked cold and smooth. Although there was no corpse inside the coffin, Wen Jianyan could still smell it, and there was a rotten smell emanating from it.

Wen Jianyan leaned slightly and looked inside the coffin.

Although the light is dim, it can still be clearly seen that in the deepest part of the coffin, there is a brass weighing rod lying quietly. It looks very old and has stains all over it, but it really exists.

!

Wen Jianyan was instantly refreshed.

The moment he saw the scale, he knew that he had guessed right.

At the same time, he was afraid for a while.

If he didn't stop in time just now, but directly lifted the bride's red hijab with his hands... Wen Jianyan couldn't imagine what a terrible ending would be waiting for him.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the system store's item column, and there was no item that could allow him to take out the pair of scales when only one hand could move and his fingers were stiff.

Even if some are theoretically possible, it will take a lot of time.

And now for him, time is simply too extravagant.

It seems that you can only risk using the most primitive method.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and seemed to make up his mind. He maintained the awkward posture of holding the child's body in one hand, bent down stiffly and slowly, and reached into the dark coffin.

No... still not enough.

Wen Jianyan stared at the brass scale not far away, stood on tiptoe diligently, and reached towards the depths of the coffin again, her fingertips gradually approached the scale, and the distance between the fingertips and the prop was rapidly shortening.

……almost.

Wen Jianyan held her breath slightly, her soft abdomen resting on the cold and hard edge of the coffin, her fingertips continued to grope inward, and her upper body had fully penetrated into the coffin without knowing it.

Coming soon!

The next second, in the darkness, a pale palm suddenly deepened without warning, and firmly grasped Wen Jianyan's wrist.

!!!

Oops! ! !

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, showing a look of astonishment.

One, two, three...

More pale and green palms emerged from the darkness, each of them grabbing Wen Jianyan's arm tightly.

The next second—

The strange and icy huge force struck, and Wen Jianyan felt that the world was turned upside down in front of him. When he regained his senses, he found that he had been forcibly pulled into the depths of the coffin.

Pain all over the body.

Wen Jianyan's eyes forced a trace of physiological tears.

However, what was worse than the pain was the sudden terrifying fear.

The surrounding air was filled with the breathless smell of carrion, and the blood-stained coffin was small and terrifying, trapping him like a high wall.

Crack-

The screeching sound of wood rubbing sounded.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes in horror.

Hearing a loud bang, the scarlet coffin cover slammed shut in front of his eyes, sealing it tightly.

The inside of the coffin was pitch black.

Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, only the maddening invisible terror spreads.

The urge to scream was stuffed in his throat, Wen Jianyan was so scared that his face turned pale, he instinctively raised his hand and pushed the coffin above his head violently—

As soon as he touched it, he immediately noticed the difference.

wrong.

The coffin board under the palm is not cold and smooth on the outside, on the contrary, it is indeed bumpy and uneven.

Without being able to see, Wen Jianyan traced the potholes inside the coffin board with her fingers, and suddenly took a breath.

Those... large, large, all of them are scratches made by fingernails.

It seems that a living person was also locked in a coffin like this, scratching frantically with his fingers under the incomparable desperation, even if he scratched his nails and was dripping with blood, he would not stop.

Tick.

The sound of dripping water broke the silence, and it sounded inside the coffin, as if it was close to the ear.

Tick.

Wen Jianyan: ...

He seemed to realize something, turned his head slowly and a little bit, and looked beside him.

In the darkness, right next to him, lay the corpse of a bride in a wedding dress, her head was covered by a red hipa, the bright red cloth seemed to be made of blood, and the sticky blood was Pa's edge ticked down and fell on the bottom of the coffin, making a clear sound.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, her heart was beating wildly, and her whole body was not well.

He realized that from the beginning, the howl of the child's corpse in his arms had become weaker, and it was almost difficult to hear it now, as if in this confrontation between curses and curses, it accounted for It has lost its advantage, and it is gradually being suppressed, losing its effect little by little.

Cuckoo-

The sound of bone rubbing sounded.

In the darkness, the corpse of the bride slowly turned its head.

Inside the narrow and dark coffin, Wen Jianyan lay side by side with the corpse, with faces facing each other, and the distance between them was only a few centimeters. He could even see the clear texture of the fabric on the other party's hijab.

!!!

Not good, not good, not good!

In Wen Jianyan's trembling pupils, there was a thick blood stain that gradually spread from under the hipa. go--

Hurry up!

His only movable hand fumbled by his side, frantically searching for something in the dark according to his memory.

Tick, tick, tick.

Exuding a stench, blood containing a strange curse, just a few centimeters away, it was about to touch Wen Jianyan's cheek.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the whole person shivered under the extreme pressure.

And at this moment-

Wen Jianyan's fingertips seemed to touch something, and in the narrow space between him and the coffin wall, lay a cold, hard thin metal rod.

that's it!

That pair of scales! ! !

Wen Jianyan's whole body was agitated, and she clenched it tightly like a life-saving straw.

Too late to hesitate, too late to think.

With the imposing manner of fighting for his life, Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, turned around at the fastest speed, and used the scale to pick the hijab on the female corpse's face!