Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 243

Wen Jianyan held the lit candlestick in one hand, took a deep breath, resolutely walked out of the courtyard, and took steps towards the boundless darkness.

Although he had already made up his mind, the more he went forward, the more empty his heart became.

It's too dark, it's too dark around.

The candle light in his hand is too weak, and it can barely illuminate the winding path under his feet. He can't see what's in front of the road, nor what's on the sides.

As if in the entire world occupied by darkness, he alone exists.

Worse yet, it's true.

This feeling made Wen Jianyan feel anxious from the bottom of his heart.

He shrank his shoulders, couldn't help but stop and looked behind him.

The path disappeared.

The courtyard also disappeared.

There was only an endless darkness behind him, as if telling him that as long as he left the courtyard, he would never go back the same way.

Wen Jianyan: ...

Ha, ha ha... that's true.

Wen Jianyan bit her head, turned around slowly, and looked at the winding path in front of her.

The end of the path stretched into the darkness, and it was impossible to see where the end was.

However, there seems to be no other option to choose from now except to move on.

What should I do, I'm a little sorry.

Wen Jianyan clenched the cold candlestick in her hand, with a white face, she swallowed hard, turned around, and continued to walk along the winding path under her feet.

In the absence of any markers, time and distance seem to have lost their meaning.

The candle in Wen Jianyan's hand became the only light in the darkness.

The light was weak and thin, as if it would be blown out in the next second.

The temperature around me also became colder and colder, like a knife, cutting the exposed skin, the bone-chilling chill rose from under my feet,

I don't know how long it took, but the scene in front of me finally changed. At the end of the dark path, a barren tomb appeared. The winding path extended towards the cemetery, and soon I disappeared into it and disappeared.

There is no trace of popularity around, it is gloomy, surrounded by graves that can't be seen at a glance, one by one overgrown with weeds, there is a faint smell of rancidity floating in the air, and there is also a mixture that has not been completely burnt out. of incense ash.

In the darkness that could not be seen at a glance, the cemetery in front of him looked particularly eerie.

...

Wen Jianyan stood among the countless graves and felt a layer of goose bumps suddenly appear on her back, and the palm of her hand tightly clutching the candlestick was oozing with smooth cold sweat.

real……

Can't really go back?

He turned his head again and looked behind him.

The path where he just stood disappeared at some point, and the only thing that existed was a large grave, standing right behind him.

just like……

He just walked out of this tomb just now.

Wen Jianyan was frightened by her own imagination, and the hairs all over her body stood on end.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!

He is absolutely not afraid at all!

Wen Jianyan's face froze, hypnotizing herself over and over again in her heart.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

Grass, the anchor's face turned pale, so it can be seen that he is really scared.

It's too pitiful, obviously the least courageous, but the difficulty is always the highest, so miserable, treasure.

Laughing to death, is it actually true? I always thought that a senior anchor who has reached this level should not be afraid anymore...

Out of sympathy, Wen Jianyan's live broadcast room began to tinkle a reward.

After a few seconds, Wen Jianyan finally calmed down.

He retracted his gaze, looked around in the cemetery in front of him, and then froze for a moment.

Although most of the tombs were immersed in darkness, it was vaguely invisible.

However, the few barren tombs closest to Wen Jianyan can be illuminated by the faint light of candles. In front of these tombs that exude a cold atmosphere, there is a gray tablet, and behind the tablet is a portrait. In front of them are incense burners and rotten offerings.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around again, and looked at the grave behind him.

Although the tomb behind it looks very similar to the other desolate tombs around it, there is something missing...

The incense burner before the tablet disappeared, and the place where the portrait should have been placed at the back was empty.

Wen Jianyan was stunned, lowered his head, and looked at the portrait he got from the third painting.

Is it...

He hesitated, and finally decided to give it a try.

After all, the way back has disappeared now, and all Wen Jianyan can do now is to break the boat and try everything possible.

After making up his mind, Wen Jianyan leaned down and placed the portrait in his hand in the vacancy behind the tablet.

In the next second after putting it down, the mutation suddenly occurred!

The tomb bag that was originally raised high in front of me suddenly began to blacken and covered, and the whole collapsed!

...!

Wen Jianyan was terribly startled, couldn't help taking a breath, and took a step back abruptly.

In front of him, the path appeared again.

After the collapsed tomb bag, the winding path appeared again. Not far from the path, there was the gate of the courtyard in memory. On the left and right of the gate were hanging lanterns, one red and one white.

The scene was so familiar that it almost made Wen Jianyan cry with joy.

...!

The way back has appeared!

Seeing this scene, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel refreshed.

No matter what happens next, he is no longer in a state of no retreat, which is always happy.

However, before he could be happy for long, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He abruptly stopped his steps, raised his eyes, and looked into the distance like a scrutiny.

Not far away, the courtyard at the end of the road does not seem to be exactly the same as in my memory.

The two lanterns hung at the door, one red and one white, were originally extinguished when he left, and he could only barely see the original color of the lanterns from under the gray surface, but now...

The two lanterns actually lit up at some point, exuding a strange scarlet blood color on one side, and a bleak and cold forest on the other side, swaying slightly in the darkness, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

The light...is it on?

Why?

who lit it? What is it for?

A strong sense of unease emerged from the heart, climbed up the spine, and the chill rose from the soles of the feet.

Wen Jianyan stared at the brightly lit house not far away, her eyes flickered slightly, and she slowly took a step back vigilantly——

Chichi!

Suddenly, the familiar violent burning sound resounded!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, she lowered her head subconsciously, and looked into her palm.

I saw that the candle that was fixed on the candlestick suddenly burst into flames violently, and the pale and molten wax oil dripped down, and it shortened by more than an inch in the blink of an eye.

This situation often only happens in one situation!

Da da da--

In the barren tomb behind, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, breaking the dead silence in front of you!

not good!

Wen Jianyan didn't even have time to turn her head to look behind her, she just gritted her teeth and rushed towards the portrait behind the tablet with the fastest speed—

However, the strange thing is that even though the portrait was already in his hands, the small road that appeared after the collapse of the tomb and the courtyard gate at the end of the road did not disappear.

Da da da da-

The hurried footsteps were getting closer, almost rushing to the back of his head in the blink of an eye.

Wen Jianyan's back was standing with chills, and he turned his head sharply—

The next second, a terrifying scene appeared in front of his eyes.

The four people were carrying a scarlet sedan chair and were running in this direction at a frightening speed. The paper figurine made of paper - on the pale face, was painted with a strange red blush, and the lips were upturned, revealing a stiff and terrifying smile.

And in their hands, they are actually carrying paper sedan chairs!

With weird smiles on their faces, the four paper figures rushed towards Wen Jianyan's direction.

!!!

call.

The candle in his hand was blown out.

In the darkness, Wen Jianyan's pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could react, he felt a whirlwind, his eyes were suddenly covered in scarlet, and a strong, rancid, bloody smell hit his face!

...

Under the strong shock, Wen Jianyan felt as if he fainted for a few seconds...or a few minutes.

He blinked, and it took two seconds to realize that he was still alive.

wait wait wait……

So what exactly happened just now?

what happened?

Wen Jianyan blinked, first feeling that his vision was covered in scarlet, then he realized that the environment he was in seemed to be shaking, it was like...

Like in a sedan chair.

He hesitated for a few seconds, raised his finger, and touched his face subconsciously.

Familiar, soft fabric touch, with a heavy smell of blood.

...

Too bad.

Really bad!

Wen Jianyan's forehead was oozing with cold sweat. He carefully lifted the red hijab on his head and looked out secretly.

It was scarlet outside.

It is completely the inside of the paper sedan chair! !

Just as he lifted the hijab, the familiar horror brought by the darkness attacked from all directions. Only then did Wen Jianyan remember that there was no candle in his hand now, so he hurriedly released his hand and let the red handkerchief cover his face.

The sense of danger faded.

Sure enough, the red hijab, in a sense, can also resist the threat posed by darkness.

...

Wen Jianyan sat upright in the sedan chair, with her fingers curled and clasped on her lap.

From the gap under the red hijab, he could clearly see that the clothes on his body had changed into a dazzling wedding dress at some point, exactly the same as the female corpse in the previous coffin, and... for some reason, he entered The activated appearance after the copy also disappeared.

Beneath that scarlet cloth was Wen Jianyan's own, male body.

It's not right...it's really not right.

Wen Jianyan's forehead was oozing with fine cold sweat, and she sat firmly on the spot.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In any case, you must get out as soon as possible.

Almost immediately, Wen Jianyan opened his live broadcast interface without hesitation.

Unfortunately, beyond his expectations... the entire interface is almost all gray.

The store cannot be purchased, and the props cannot be used.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

The paper sedan chair swayed, and across the thin red paper, the hurried footsteps of the four paper figures could be heard.

Da da da da da...

Urgent and monotonous, it echoed in the deadly darkness, making people's hearts tense.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan suddenly recalled.

If there is no accident, on the portrait that was placed behind the tablet, due to the influence of the curse in the third painting, it was his own face printed on it.

That is to say...

Wen Jianyan stared at her tightly clenched palm, which was placed on her knee, and cold sweat oozes from her forehead.

In this way, it is as if he replaced the female corpse in the third painting before and became a new member of the courtyard—

Just when Wen Jianyan was nervous to the extreme from his body to his nerves...

Suddenly, a cold hand emerged from the darkness without warning and pressed against his waist, through the thin cloth, the cold and terrifying temperature seeped in, causing his scalp to tingle for a while.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!

In horror, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but let out a scream.

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, the young man hunched over and jumped up, subconsciously giving him an elbow back! The movements were fast and ruthless, almost merciless, and the whole person struggled violently.

……Well.

A low humming sound rang in his ears.

A little familiar.

...? Under the intense panic, although Wen Jianyan's mind was in chaos, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, his elbow was tightly grasped by an icy palm.

In the next second, some invisible existence bound up, and he couldn't move his entire body.

One twist, one press.

The arms and legs were pressed into a small space by another heavy and cold body in an awkward posture.

Wen Jianyan: !!!

He subconsciously struggled again.

There was chaos in the dark and narrow scarlet paper sedan, the messy gasping sound was amplified, the young man's chest heaved up and down uneasily, next to another sturdy body, the muscles of the slender limbs were tight and bulging, like a tail that refused to surrender. The live fish, bouncing alive, waiting for an opportunity to break free.

do not move.

Through the shaking red hijab, his vision was blurred, and the man's low and unhappy voice came close to his ears, echoing in the narrow paper sedan chair.

Wu Zhu leaned down, increased his strength, firmly pressed the human youth in front of him, and asked gloomily:

What are you running for?