Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 59

In terms of card time, Wen Jianyan has a lot of experience.

The moment he finished his harsh words, the translucent countdown suspended above his head just returned to zero.

【Countdown: 00:00】

He waved at the woman in front of him with a smile: Goodbye.

The next second, the familiar, whirling feeling came again.

When Wen Jianyan opened her eyes again, she found that she had returned to where she started.

Chains and spells hung silently in the darkness, the door was silently open, the room was empty, the ground and walls were all bare, and the stench of blood and rancid permeated the air.

Su Cheng's deliberately lowered voice came from behind: ...Someone is here!

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up: Do as we said before!

The two put on concealment robes and disappeared into the cold and deep corridor one after the other.

In fact, this was the purpose of Wen Jianyan's first visit to 1316.

According to the clues he got in the inner world, the remaining seven jars should be hidden in 1316. In this case, if there is any unusual movement here, Po Wen must not let it go.

Of course, it would be better if he could find some clues in 1316, but even if he didn't find anything, it didn't matter, as long as the woman was attracted, his goal was achieved.

Duh, duh, duh.

The heavy sound of the crutches hitting the ground sounded at the end of the corridor. The hunched-backed woman slowly walked out from the depths of the shadows. She opened her white eyes and walked to the door not far away. 1316 wide open.

Wen Jianyan held her breath and stepped lightly.

Using the effect of the concealment robe, he sneaked around the woman's side, and then ran straight to the woman's room!

hurry up!

He bent down, picked the old door lock with ease, and slipped in silently.

The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of burning. The Evil Bodhisattva statue as tall as one person stood in the center of the entire room, with various spells and instruments hanging on both sides, and the electronic candles flickered with faint red light.

The room was filled with all kinds of strange magical instruments, and strange and distorted lines were drawn on the ground and on the door.

Wen Jianyan rummaged through the cabinet quickly, hoping to find some useful clues.

Soon, he found some clipped briefs.

In one case, the serial murderer who murdered seven people in a row died suddenly on the day of his arrest.

Wen Jianyan threw the briefing aside.

He stood in the middle of the room, looking around the small room full of piles in front of him, and a shadow rarely passed over his forehead.

Finding things is Wen Jianyan's forte.

Especially about the kind of secrets they don't want to reveal, that they're trying to hide.

Wen Jianyan understands this kind of human psychology too well, so he can always find exactly where such objects are.

But...this time is different.

Because Wen Jianyan didn't find anything, but found too many things.

The bones of babies, the instruments of practice, the strange containers with the smell of blood, the strange insects and animals that have been dried in the sun, the small sculptures with strange shapes...

It's almost like an exhibition hall for an evil sect.

In addition, Wen Jianyan also found paper, paste and dye, as well as several unfinished paper figures.

Everything made his scalp tingle, but he didn't know what it was used for, let alone where to start.

At this moment, Su Cheng's deliberately lowered voice came from outside the door: ...Have you found anything?

……not yet.

Wen Jianyan stood still and replied in a low voice.

At this time, he suddenly realized something, his eyes paused slightly, and his eyes slowly fell on the Buddha statue that was as tall as a man.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

……maybe.

Su Cheng's anxious urging voice came from outside the door:

Are you okay? If we don't leave, the old woman will be back!

Wen Jianyan: ...immediately!

As he answered, he walked quickly to the statue of the Bodhisattva, and carefully looked at the brass statue that exuded a strong evil spirit in front of him.

Brass is solid, way to hide things, so...

Wen Jianyan flexed his knuckles, raised his hand and tapped the base of the Bodhisattva statue.

hollow.

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up instantly.

Hit the jackpot!

He stretched out his hand and wanted to lift the brass statue of Bodhisattva, but the metal statue was too heavy, and Wen Jianyan blushed and did not lift it a few inches.

He had to let go and give up the attempt.

Su Cheng's voice sounded again. He seemed to hear a heavy noise in the room, and the voice was even more uneasy than before: ...What are you doing? Hurry up, we should go!

……immediately!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and roared back in a low voice.

While Wen Jianyan was rummaging around in the room, Su Cheng stood at the door watching the wind as they said at the beginning, and his whole body was in a state of nervousness.

From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the depths of the corridor on both sides, for fear of seeing that familiar figure appear at the end of the shadow.

...

After hearing Wen Jianyan's reply for the second time, Su Cheng took a deep breath slowly, suppressing the surging desire to beat someone.

Pooh! If you do this right away, the horse will die of old age!

At the end of the corridor, shadows were swirling, and a hunched, slow-moving figure faintly appeared in the field of vision.

Su Cheng sucked in a breath and subconsciously pressed his back against the wall.

He could only pray now that their next move was quiet and swift, fleeing before they were spotted.

Su Cheng probed into the room and urged in a low voice, Quick, people are back!

The urging words got stuck in his throat.

He stared at the room dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on the statue, Wen Jianyan, who was slowly retreating, suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: You, you... What do you want to do?

The young man did not answer, but stared intently at the tall Evil Bodhisattva statue in front of him, backed up, backed up, backed up—and then helped start!

He raised his long legs and kicked the Bodhisattva statue with one kick!

Simply neat, extremely rude.

The brass Bodhisattva statue collapsed, and the metal and the ground collided with each other, making a deafening roar! It echoed in the dark and dead corridors.

...

Su Cheng's shocked forehead buzzed.

His expression was blank and stunned, unable to respond for a long time.

I can go to your mother's quiet and fast.

It's so quiet!

At the end of the corridor, the hunched, slow-moving figure slammed for a while, and then suddenly accelerated its pace at an incredible speed, like a rabbit out of a cage, rushing in this direction like a trot!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

Hahahahahahahaha haha ​​haha ​​haha ​​haha ​​to death, I seem to have never seen Wen Mao who ran so fast!

I can't laugh anymore! What's the quickest way to provoke a cultist? Kick over her idol!

Hahahahahahaha Wen Po: Little Bizi, wait for me!

Wen Jianyan grabbed the thing in the groove of the base of the statue, and didn't have time to see what it was. Instead, he put the thing in his pocket and rushed out of the room as quickly as possible:

I'm fine, I'm fine!

He grabbed Su Cheng, who was still sluggish, and screamed:

Run, run! People are about to catch up!

...

Su Cheng collapsed.

you are good! We're done too!

Wen Jianyan dragged Su Chengcheng and ran into the distance, the whistling wind entered her ears, and the dark doors on both sides of the corridor passed by.

As he ran, he took out from his pocket the tattered paper he had just found in the groove of the base of the Bodhisattva statue, and carefully distinguished the writing on it under the dim light.

So, what's going on with this copy!

While running, Su Cheng looked at Wen Jianyan and asked in a raised voice.

Since they came out of the inner world, he has been a little bit unable to keep up with Wen Jianyan's train of thought. The other party obviously has more information than him, and the whole process of action is completely without hesitation. Su Cheng finally found the opportunity this time. This question was asked.

Simply put, it means that Po Wen wants to seal part of the evil spirits.

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the old paper in his hand: To seal it, you need ten soul lock altars, and the key to making it is desire and slaughter - I guess, it doesn't matter whose desire is, as long as the slaughter can satisfy the desire. already.

She found a puppet full of desires, brainwashed him with the doctrine of sex, made him become a serial killer, and succeeded in seven soul lock altars, but the puppet was caught in the middle, so the remaining three One needs to find a way for the mother-in-law herself.

Su Cheng was stunned:

So she's eyeing the residents in this building?

Wen Jianyan replied briefly, Yes.

His eyes fell on the corner of the paper and stayed on that date for a moment:

The power of evil spirits will reach its peak on July 15th, so Po Wen has to make ten soul-locking altars tonight.

Su Cheng's face turned pale for a moment, and he filled out Wen Jianyan's words with fear: But the last one failed at 1304, so she paid attention to us anchors...

That's right.

Wen Jianyan put the note back into his pocket, and then took out another object that he took out from the base of the Bodhisattva.

The moment he saw what that thing was, his pupils shrank and he almost forgot to breathe.

This is a fragment of a mirror.

Under the flickering lights, it seems to be faintly visible...

An erratic man's figure.

The dark runes covered the pale skin, and the facial features were blurred, as if there were only phantoms left, sleeping soundlessly in the depths of the mirror.

There was that familiar sense of fear that made his fingertips shiver.

The skin of the forearm began to heat again.

Grass, the evil spirit is really you!

!!!

Wen Jianyan took a breath, and reflexively turned the mirror upside down, as if it had been burned, her fingertips shivered, and hurriedly stuffed it back into her pocket.

Please, please, please, continue to sleep, continue to sleep!

Suddenly, Su Cheng's steps stopped abruptly.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly stopped, looked up and looked forward.

In the corridor ahead, countless people were moving, and under the dim red light, those pale and smiling paper figurines appeared not far away, blocking their way.

These paper figures... Su Cheng swallowed.

Wen Jianyan lowered her voice and gave a positive answer: Yes, these paper figurines are all puppets of Mother Wen.

They were just created by the woman, and the pale monsters that were sealed in the jars and made clucking noises were the real ghosts in this dungeon.

The two slowly backed away, then turned sharply, and ran in the other direction.

However, before they ran out a few steps, they saw that there were also many figures in the depths of the corridor in the other direction.

Under the dark red light, those smiling paper figures stared straight at the two humans in front of them, with two blushing faces on their pale faces that looked particularly strange and dazzling.

The two were blocked at the corner of the corridor, with chasing soldiers on the left and right, with nowhere to run.

Wen Jianyan yanked Su Cheng over, lowered her voice and whispered in the other's ear: Wait a minute, watch my gestures, and recite the spell into the mirror.

Su Cheng: ?

ah? Isn't there the third soul-locking altar in the mirror! Do you want to go in and be chased by other anchors!

Before he had time to ask his question, he saw the paper figures in front of him slowly parting a path, and a hunched old woman slowly walked out from behind.

Su Cheng subconsciously closed his voice.

Duh, duh, duh.

The sound of the crutches hitting the ground echoed in the corridor, slowly approaching in the direction of the two of them. Every step was like a hammer on the heart of the person, making it hard to resist.

Soon, Po Wen's face appeared under the light.

She looked very different from before.

Granny Wen's wrinkled face trembled slightly, the corners of her mouth drooped with trembling, her cloudy eyes stared at Wen Jianyan. It seems that the young man in front of him needs to eat flesh and sleep in order to relieve his hatred.

Obviously, she has realized who is the culprit of the chaos in her room.

Young man, you have to pay for your actions.

Po Wen's voice was old and hoarse, echoing in the dark corridor, like the hiss of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

laugh.

The young man chuckled, he narrowed his amber eyes, and with a faint smile on his lips, he took a slow step forward: It seems that you haven't realized who I am yet.

Su Cheng stared at Wen Jianyan who took a step forward in horror.

……what?

What? who are you?

Wen Jianyan rolled up his sleeves unhurriedly, exposing his arms. On his fair skin, the black, spell-like lines spread his teeth and claws, which had completely covered the back of his hand and forearm, in dark red. The light shone with a strange luster.

The moment she saw the lines, Po Wen's pupils instantly shrank, and she almost subconsciously took a step back.

Yes, the evil spirit you want to seal is my only true god.

The young man's face did not change, the depths of his amber pupils flashed with sincerity and enthusiasm, full of piety and passion like a madman, he smiled, and said in a fanatical tone: I have found a way to put my father down. God wakes up, he will come again tonight! Right here, right now!

Granny Wen was stunned, her eyes flickered, and she looked at the young man in front of her with a sinister expression, as if weighing the truth of what he said.

While talking, Wen Jianyan put one hand behind her back and gestured to Su Cheng:

Hurry, it's now!

--hurry up!

The author has something to say: Wen Jianyan, a liar who never forgets his crowmouth attributes

Attack: what! my wife called me!

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