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Wen Jianyan raised her hand and touched the mask on her face.

It sticks to the face and gives a very eccentric touch.

From a distance, it looks hard and pale, like a ceramic-like texture, but only after you actually get it will you find that the mask is as soft as human skin, and it is cold and tightly fitted to the skin of the face without leaving any traces. A slight gap always gives the illusion that it will merge with it in the next second, which is very strange and makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The sound of breathing was stuffed inside the mask and echoed in his ears.

It's barely a smooth ride.

Looking out through the mask, the whole world seems to have changed.

Outside the window, the cold rain fell drop by drop, and the corpses that were standing upright on the street with their backs turned to face suddenly turned into a state of facing them after they put on masks.

Stiff and pale faces with weird smiles, dark eyes, like two empty holes, looked at him absently.

However, unlike just now, they are just [watching] now, but they have not made any further actions.

The drum-like heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Let's go.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief and heard himself say in a muffled voice.

This time, we should be able to continue down this street.

After he finished speaking, he took a step and walked towards the door.

...

The rest of the people looked at each other and followed carefully.

There was a dead silence in my ears, and I could only hear the pattering sound of the rain falling to the ground.

The corpses stood motionless, turning their heads slowly with their movements, their pale faces were facing them, and their dark eyes were [gazing] at them. , looked creepy, and everyone raised their hearts involuntarily.

The distance is pulled in a little bit.

They could clearly see the grave structure on the pale face of the corpse, and they could even smell the strong, rancid stench of rain mixed with the corpse.

One step, two steps, three steps, and finally - pass by.

Although they had already crossed the group of corpses, the silent, empty sight without any emotion stuck on the back like a needle, like some kind of invisible urging, which made them involuntarily quicken their steps.

Finally, they moved away from the corpses.

Feeling the dissipation of the rancid smell, everyone could not help but let out a long sigh of relief under the mask.

I don't know if it's because of the mask, but the street in front of me seems to have a subtle change from before.

The sky was already gloomy before, but now it's as dark as ink.

The crowd remained silent and continued to move forward.

Unlike the last time, this time, the corpses on the road did not disappear, but as they advanced, the number gradually became more and more.

They stood stiffly on the street, with pale faces facing them, silently staring at them.

Visibility has become lower.

The edge of the line of sight was almost completely shrouded in boundless darkness, and only the bluestone path underfoot and the shops with closed doors on both sides could barely be seen.

The rain continued to fall, and the street in front seemed to become wider, and the distance on both sides gradually widened.

The street scene on both sides is very unfamiliar.

It was a street scene they had never seen since they set foot on this street.

Every detail as far as the eye can see is telling them, just as Wen Jianyan said, this time, they did not enter the previous cycle of ghosts hitting the wall again, but [move forward] earnestly.

The further forward, the more desolate the scene on both sides of the street.

The originally dense houses on both sides have gradually become sparse, and in the gaps between the houses, you can vaguely glimpse an endless barren land.

And further away...

Huang Mao opened his eyes, as if he wanted to see something clearly, and subconsciously took a step toward the side.

However, just as he took a step, his collar was grabbed by a hand, pulling him back suddenly.

Huang Mao was agitated, and subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

It is Wen Jianyan.

Across the bloodless mask with blurred facial features, through the two holes in the eyes, I could vaguely see those warm light brown eyes.

A familiar voice sounded:

do not.

Saying that, Wen Jianyan pointed downwards.

Huang Mao looked in the direction of Wen Jianyan's finger.

On the wet and hard bluestone road, he could vaguely see half a yellowish-brown footprint in front of him, as if he stepped on the dirt and then immediately retreated.

At the moment of seeing the footprint, Huang Mao couldn't help but shiver.

The size of that footprint...

is his own.

Obviously this road looks so wide in front of them, and they are walking in the center of the road, far away from both sides of the road, and Huangmao just took a step to the side...

However, with that small narrow step, he actually left the seemingly wide road under his feet and stepped into the soil outside. If Wen Jianyan had not pulled him in time, Huang Mao would have no doubts. His next step will be to leave this road at the beginning and enter directly into another world.

Under the mask, Huang Mao's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Wen Jianyan said in a low voice, Don't leave the road.

Huang Mao nodded vigorously.

Wen Jianyan released her hand.

If it was inferred from his previous guesses, the reason why they could not find the frame shop was not because they had gone the wrong way, but because they were still human, and only ghosts could reach the Huizhong area.

Then, this means that after leaving the second store, the road they take next will gradually leave the so-called human world.

In the copy of [Prosperity Building], Wen Jianyan had stripped out a certain truth about reality through various details.

The reality they live and know is like the earth's crust, just a superficial layer of the whole world. And below this, there is a bottomless endless unknown.

If the [Prosperity Building] is a guardrail built on the outermost layer to prevent overflowing ghosts from escaping the world, then the [Prosperity Hotel] is the road leading to the inside.

This bluestone road was built by humans, and walking on it is barely safe for a while, but if you leave this road...

What might happen after this is hard to say.

Therefore, after leaving the mask shop, Wen Jianyan always maintained his vigilance at the highest level, because he knew long ago that in the dungeon world, seeing is rarely believing.

Therefore, just now, he was keenly aware that after taking that step, Huang Mao's figure suddenly became illusory, as if it would disappear in the next second, so Wen Jianyan immediately reached out and rushed him pulled back.

What did you just see? Wen Jianyan asked.

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva and replied in a difficult voice: I, I don't know either, but...

He paused, his breath under the mask trembling slightly:

Like a grave.

...

Wen Jianyan was startled.

……grave?

However, now does not seem to be the time to ponder these questions.

He quickly regained his senses, turned his head to look at the other team members, and warned: Don't stay outside the road to watch, and don't be attracted by the things outside the road. Our destination is a painting shop, other than that, we must focus on nothing else. ,Understand?

Several other people in the team were also frightened by what just happened to Huang Mao.

They nodded in succession, with a spirit of 1.2 million points, followed behind Wen Jianyan, and continued to walk forward.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked back, and looked forward.

So... if they entered the town from room 329 before, would they be able to find the frame shop directly through the passage?

Or……

Will he die for directly entering the ghost moth?

Wen Jianyan still doesn't know the answer to this question.

But he always felt that things would not be as simple as guessing.

He restrained his somewhat divergent thoughts, took a step forward, and continued to walk forward with full attention.

The further you go, the more eerie the atmosphere on the street gets.

Originally, there were only a few corpses gradually increasing. What's even better is that the newly added corpses are no longer just those that are standing still, and even some that can move.

With stiff and slow steps, they wandered the streets slowly, like wandering souls without sanity and purpose, walking aimlessly.

Wen Jianyan and his party had to move forward while paying attention to the movements around them, so as not to be bumped by these things.

Although they don't seem to have discovered their existence now, after being touched, whether things can be as calm as they are now, it is uncertain.

However, the only good news is that since they entered the real road, even though the time spent in the two middle schools is longer than every time before, the human leather clothes on their bodies have never woken up. signs of trouble.

It is also difficult for Wen Jianyan to explain the reason.

It may be that they have entered another world, so they will naturally lose their effect as a medium connecting the other world and the human world. It may also be because they wear masks and are judged to be ghosts rather than humans, so , the human skin will naturally fail.

Of course, it may be that these factors work together.

But in any case, this is at least a rare good phenomenon.

The houses on both sides of the road became more and more sporadic.

There are large blanks next to the bluestone road. Outside the blanks, there is brownish-yellow soil, and the area beyond is almost completely obscured by darkness. Maybe only a visual talent like Huangmao can know what is outside. However, in this case, he obviously did not dare to use talent.

After all, the bluestone road is dangerous enough, but the danger outside the road is even more dangerous.

If you're not careful, you may be doomed.

Suddenly, in the blank space ahead, a complete house appeared without warning.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

Huang Mao's exclamation came from his ears, Yes, it's a painting shop!

Although they had similar psychological preparations, everyone was shocked when their guesses were suddenly confirmed.

After walking this way, when they saw the real mounting shop appear in front of them, it was difficult for them to tell whether they felt pleasantly relaxed or fearful.

Walk.

Wen Jianyan gave an order, and the group speeded up and walked towards the painting shop.

Soon, the whole picture of the frame shop appeared in front of them.

Except that the surrounding area is empty and there are no other buildings, this frame shop looks exactly the same as the building depicted in the oil painting in 329.

The slightly sloping roof, the mottled walls of white patent leather, the closed old gate, and the signs hanging above, which have been eroded by the rain, appear very vague.

There are three big words vaguely seen above:

Frame shop.

Other than that, there are no other signs.

It looked very quiet, almost indistinguishable from other buildings on the entire street, the windows were pitch black, and there was hardly any presence inside.

The door was closed, but it was not locked at first glance, as if it could be opened inward with a slight push.

However, the sense of oppression brought by this building is far greater than anything else on the street.

Everyone stood in front of the door and couldn't help but be a little scared.

That's it. Wen Jianyan said slowly.

Chen Mo nodded, took the lead and walked towards the door of the painting shop.

He stretched out his hand, ready to raise his hand to open the door.

Several others watched his movements closely, holding their breaths slightly.

Chen Mo's fingers were soaked pale in the rain. Under everyone's attention, he slowly approached the door—

Twenty centimeters, fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters

team leader……

team leader!!

Huang Mao's voice was almost screaming.

He grabbed Wen Jianyan's arm, back, behind!!

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

A creepy scene suddenly appeared in front of them, making their hair stand on end in an instant.

The street seemed to come to a standstill.

All the moving corpses stopped, just like the corpses standing upright, all turned their heads in unison, looking in this direction, there was nothing in a tight eye socket, watching them silently .

Under the gaze of countless pale faces, a strong sense of crisis suddenly hit their hearts, making them feel cold all over.

Crack.

At this moment, a thin, slight voice sounded.

The voice was so soft that it was almost completely covered by the surrounding rain, but it was caught by Wen Jianyan. He suddenly turned his head and looked in Chen Mo's direction, carefully looking for the source of the voice.

is the mask.

I don't know when it started, a thin crack suddenly appeared in the mask on Chen Mo's face. The crack was very small, and it was particularly conspicuous on the pale and smooth mask.

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something was wrong, Chen Mo, come back!

Chen Mo didn't look back.

The gloomy wind rises.

The human fur coat on Chen Mo was slightly rolled up by the wind, and the shadow folds on it gradually took on an inexplicable shape, similar to a human face. But Chen Mo seemed to have no idea and still stretched out his hand towards the door.

The last three centimeters remain.

not good! !

return!!!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and stepped forward suddenly.

The moment he walked to the door, a strange, dizzy feeling hit him, which made his consciousness blurred for a moment, and there seemed to be only one thought left in his mind: push the door open.

The next second, the part near the hip bone suddenly heated up.

Wen Jianyan suddenly woke up like a dream.

Can't open the door yet!!!

He firmly grabbed Chen Mo's arm and dragged him back.

After leaving the door of the frame shop, those countless sights that fell on them disappeared.

The corpse with a weird smile on its face started sleepwalking again, wandering the streets stiffly and slowly, no longer projecting its attention on them.

The group pushed to a slightly farther safe distance and gasped for breath.

Chen Mo turned his head, showing a somewhat dazed expression: Just... what just happened?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and let go of the hand that was still holding Chen Mo:

You're under the spell. Even he almost got hit.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and silently pressed it on her flank.

Quiet.

If this happens every time, then, can't we push this door open? Huang Mao on the side asked in shock.

Wen Jianyan put down his hand, he pondered for a while, and said slowly, word by word:

I don't think so.

Chen Mo stood up staggeringly and turned to look at Wen Jianyan: What did you think of?

I guess... the rules should be the other way around.

He pointed to the mask on Chen Mo's face.

A thin crack appeared on the pale, ceramic-like surface of the mask.

On the contrary? What do you mean?

Everyone was startled.

It's a street only ghosts can walk on, but...

Wen Jianyan looked in the direction of the painting shop.

Not far away, the house was still standing motionless and silent, with the door blankly closed, as if it could be pushed open with a slight push.

What just happened flashed through my mind.

As Chen Mo gradually approached, the cracked mask appeared, and the people's leather clothes began to haunt them again, and they turned their attention to their ghost group again.

No step means one thing...

The judgment of Chen Mo himself has changed from ghost to human gradually.

That is to say...

Wen Jianyan came to his conclusion slowly: I think it's a door that only humans can open.