Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 67

……trade?

Granny Wen's voice was hoarse and old, she slowly raised her turbid eyes, fixedly staring at the young man in front of her, as if she wanted to dissect him from the inside out through the other person's seemingly indifferent mask :

What do you mean?

Actually, whether it is to become a believer of evil spirits, or to join their organization later, it is not what I want.

Wen Jianyan sighed: Everything is just a matter of livelihood.

Those evil ghosts and monsters, although I can deceive them for a while, but who can be sure that they will never attack me?

He lowered his eyes, with a look of fear on his face:

Although I can barely save my life now, it's still too terrifying to be with these inhuman ghosts, and it's overly challenging my physical limits as a human being.

Po Wen narrowed her eyes and said in a calm voice, If that's the case, what do you want to do with me?

After I escaped into the mirror, I guess, you should have calculated everything from then on and prepared to practice me in the jar together.

Wen Jianyan didn't answer directly, but slightly bent her knuckles, rubbed the uneven cold edge of the Soul Locking Altar, and added slowly:

And, you also confirmed that I can't escape from the mirror anymore, right?

After realizing that the alienation of the copy does not mean leaving the mirror, Wen Jianyan didn't need to prepare to find the woman at first, but tried to use the old method to let the evil spirit in the soul lock altar pass through the original mirror Drag yourself back to the real world.

He failed.

The channel that originally connected the two worlds was blocked from the outside, so that all streamers who entered it could not leave.

Wen Jianyan quickly realized what was going on outside.

He and Su Cheng ran out of the mirror world, and also turned Po Wen's room into a mess. Under the siege of many paper figures, they finally chose to enter the mirror to escape.

Wen Po did not choose to chase in, on the contrary, she chose to close the channel to prevent anyone from escaping, and then continued her plan-to refine this unknown anchor and others into the soul lock altar.

In this regard, Po Wen has obviously made both preparations.

Even if the anchors whose names were written on the yellow paper did not succeed in killing each other, the act of throwing them into the mirror itself is a betrayal of each other, and they can still become sacrifices.

I could have broken the jar and ended it all, but you see, I chose to come to you to make a deal.

Wen Jianyan spread out his hands:

After all, I'm just a human being. In fact, I don't want evil spirits to be released to cause harm to the world... I've done so much hard work, but I just want to survive.

So, as long as you are willing to reopen the channel and let me return to the real world, I am willing to return this last soul-locking altar to you... As for what you want to do in this mirror world and what you want to do to others, I Promise not to intervene.

The young man raised his eyes and said sincerely:

How about it?

Wen Po did not answer, but silently stared at the other party with her cloudy eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Wen Jianyan let the other party look at him with a magnanimous expression.

He seemed to have already guessed the current attitude of Wen Po, and had prepared accordingly, took out a contract from his pocket, and slowly pushed it over: I understand, if I am in your position, I'm afraid it's hard to believe in myself.

This is exactly the contract he signed with Ji Guan in the previous copy. As long as the contract is signed, both parties will be bound by the system rules and enforce the contract content.

I believe you should be able to tell that this is the real thing. Wen Jianyan blinked.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

! This is an item exchanged in the system mall, right? Can you still sign with an NPC?

I don't know... It seems that no anchor has tried it?

In theory, it should be possible. I remember that this prop does not strictly stipulate that the signatory must be the anchor.

I even took this out, this guy actually really wants to make a deal! Shocked, is he really planning to draw?

Ah...that's it, I didn't expect it to be a draw in the end, alas, it's boring.

Po Wen lowered her eyes and read carefully word by word, not letting go of half the details above.

It says that as long as she can open the channel back to the real world and let Wen Jianyan go out, he will return the Soul Locking Altar to her, and promise not to come to fight again, nor to interfere with Wen Po's actions. , and will no longer fight against her.

Finally, she raised her head and said in an unwavering voice:

How can I be sure that you didn't play around with these terms?

you can not.

Wen Jianyan shook his head.

But if you think my conditions are not good enough, and you don't want to take my life away... The young man pursed his lips, he shrank, his face showed a look of pain and fear:

I'm afraid I have no choice but to break through with you and unlock the seal of the Soul Altar.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

Hahahahahahahaha, use the most cowardly tone and put the most ruthless words.

Laugh to death!

The main reason is that Po Wen is far behind in this transaction. The anchor has already collected all the winning props, and they are only one step away from winning. On Po Wen's side, if you don't want evil spirits to be summoned, Come out and basically have no choice but to accept it.”

And these conditions of the anchor are indeed quite reasonable, and there is no reason to refuse.

Forget it, a draw is a draw, alas.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Wen Jianyan waited patiently.

Madam Wen sat motionless at the table, staring at the contract book on the table in front of her. Half of her face was completely hidden in the darkness, as if it had become an immobile sculpture.

Finally, after I don't know how long, Po Wen moved.

She slowly raised her head and said tremblingly, Okay, since you promised not to interfere in my affairs again, nor against me, it's not that I can't let you go.

Saying that, Po Wen took out the cinnabar, and then pressed her handprint on the contract. In the next second, the contract turned into a spot of light and disappeared into the air.

Wen Jianyan smiled: It's a pleasure to cooperate.

contract reached.

Po Wen stood up with a cane, came to the statue of Bodhisattva, smashed the thick incense ashes, and took out the small gossip mirror.

A scarlet talisman paper is attached to the mirror surface of the Eight Trigrams Mirror, which tightly seals the mirror surface.

She patted the fragrant ashes left on the gossip mirror with her wrinkled palms, muttered something in a low voice, and slowly removed the spells one by one.

As the spell on it gradually disappeared, Wen Jianyan found that it was completely different from the gossip mirror he had seen before. Although it was still made of copper, the patterns on it were the same as the ordinary gossip mirror, but , the inscription that originally symbolized the map of the world in the mirror was clearly revealed, showing a dazzling scarlet under the dim light.

If it is said that the mother mirrors were all sub-mirrors distributed to the anchors before, this should be the core mother mirror.

Granny Wen raised her eyes to look at Wen Jianyan, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, Okay, come here.

Wen Jianyan walked over.

Put your hand on the mirror.

The youth did so.

The familiar voice of the system sounded in Wen Jianyan's ears:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item in the copy (difficult)! 】

【Collection degree: 4/5】

...

good guy!

Wen Jianyan was refreshed.

Po Wen closed her eyes and recited something in a low voice.

The next second, Wen Jianyan felt a strong pulling force coming from the mirror, accompanied by a strong earth-shaking, and a strong smell of incense ash came from the nose.

He staggered a step, put his hands on the wall, and stabilized his body.

Wen Jianyan raised her head.

He was standing in the center of Wen Po's room at the moment, and the notification of the completion of the contract sounded in his ears.

Obviously, he has now left the mirror world and returned to the real world.

Are we cleared?

Po Wen raised her eyes and looked at the young man standing in front of her.

Wen Jianyan nodded: The two are cleared.

He straightened his collar, turned and walked out.

A faint smile appeared on Granny Wen's face. She turned around, leaned on a cane, and walked to the table step by step, staring at the other person's back with all her time.

Squeak.

The sound of the door being twisted open sounded.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door and raised her eyes.

Under the dim light, countless paper figures with pale faces and smiling faces stood at the door, staring at him with eyes that seemed to be painted on.

Behind her, Madam Wen's old voice sounded faintly: I remember, it was stipulated in the contract that I only promised to bring you back, and I didn't promise to do anything to you, right?

Wen Jianyan's face changed, and she turned to look at Po Wen: You—

The rickety old woman had a sinister and sinister smile on her face: You don't really think that after you did such a disrespectful act to the Bodhisattva statue, I won't have any results?

The more she went on, the sharper and more angry her voice became. The dim lights above her head fell down, making the statue appear more pitted. In some places, the paint was even rubbed off, making it look particularly miserable.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

Hahahahahahahahahaha, Wen Po really remembers!

Mainly... Who let the anchor smash other people's idols! Nothing can offend a mad believer more than this.

Hahahaha this Bodhisattva statue is really miserable, I think its head seems to have been thrown a little crooked.

Now, the Soul Locking Altar is in hand, you are useless... Wen Po looked gloomily at Wen Jianyan not far away, and reached out to pick up the Soul Locking Altar.

The heavy weight made her palm sink.

Granny Wen was slightly startled, and involuntarily stopped her voice. She lowered her head and looked at the Soul Locking Altar in her hand with some doubts.

The weight seems, isn't it right?

Suddenly there was an ominous premonition in her heart.

Wen Po took apart the mouth of the jar of the Soul Locking Altar and looked inside the Soul Locking Altar. In the jar, in addition to the original bones and the gossip mirror whose seal was not revealed, there was another mirror.

And this mirror was bare, without any spells affixed.

The shiny brass mirror lay quietly at the bottom of the altar, reflecting the dim light in the room.

Granny Wen's pupils shrank, her fingers trembling slightly involuntarily.

This...this is...

This is impossible!

Something flickered in the mirror.

Giggle.

Giggle.

A familiar, bone-crushing sound resounded in the small room.

Pale white arms stick out from the mirror.

The young man standing at the door smiled softly, his amber eyes narrowed slightly: I remember, the contract only stipulates that I will not interfere in your plans, nor will I be your enemy... But, I No guarantee, if something comes back with me, they won't do anything to you, right?

Goddess Wen stood on the spot with a pale face, she stared at Wen Jianyan not far away, as if tearing him to pieces with her eyes, and executed Ling Chi. One after another.

The pale and deformed monster crawled out of the mirror, the face without facial features cracked a huge mouth like a black hole, and the sharp and sharp teeth were deeply embedded in the arms of the woman.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Her hunched little body was shaking like a sieve.

There was a piercing, shrill scream from Granny Wen's throat, and the shrill voice contained strong fear and resentment, echoing in the narrow room.

A thin arm that belonged only to a ghost was wrapped around the old woman's body, and pale fingers grabbed the front of her clothes, the hem of her clothes, her arms, legs, and throat, and climbed up her hair, ears, and face.

Like hugging a lover, tightening up a little bit, tightening up.

The sound of gurgling bones cracking sounded.

Granny Wen's eyes were splitting, and in the gap between her pale fingers, she stared at Wen Jianyan: You lied to me! You lied to me!!!

Bitch, I'm going to curse you, you have to die!!!

Bless the Bodhisattva, bless the Bodhisattva!!! Her bloodshot scarlet eyes rolled in the depths of her eye sockets, looking frantic and terrifying:

Evil spirits can never win, never!!! You all have to die, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva will help me!

Oh, if you don't say, I almost didn't remember...

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

He turned on the camera, adjusted the focus and angle, then squatted down slightly, and took a photo of the scene in front of him seriously: Don't move.

Wen Po, who couldn't move at all, was so angry that her eyes would explode.

Crack.

The sound of the shutter sounded in the room.

The sound of the system rings in my ears:

[Main quest: Take pictures of evil spirits, reward points for completion: 10,000]

[Completion: 100%]

[Modification of the plot at this stage: 93% Reward points: 50,000]

Wen Jianyan stood up with satisfaction.

Judging from the timing of this mission's release, the real evil spirit sealed in the mirror has not yet appeared, and he has not yet become a so-called evil spirit believer.

According to the updated mainline mission description, Wu Qinghe decided to take a photo as the cover of the video in order to make his video more topical and get more attention and traffic.

From this, it can be seen that the evil spirits in this main quest should refer to the general rather than the specific.

He lowered his head, examining the photo he had just taken, and choosing an underworld filter for it.

In a chaotic narrow room filled with countless evil instruments, a brass crooked statue of a Bodhisattva stares down at everything in front of him, and the old face of the old woman is twisted in fear and despair, in the embrace of countless pale arms Cast a venomous glance outward.

Wen Jianyan is very satisfied with her photography skills.

Thank you, I've already thought about the title of this video, it's called good and evil, how about it? Wen Jianyan looked up at Po Wen and asked with a smile.

Po Wen's eyes were always fixed on Wen Jianyan, her distorted lips were squirming, as if she was cursing silently.

Wen Jianyan showed a thoughtful look:

It's not bad to call Nie Li feedback.

Giggle.

Giggle.

This time, the sound of bones rubbing came from Po Wen's body.

Under the oppression of countless external forces, her body was deformed, twisted, and compressed, compressed, and compressed again, just like every soul imprisoned in the Soul Locking Altar before, alive and dragged into the small in the jar.

The walls turned scarlet and soft little by little.

Thank you.

That stuck, some unaccustomed voice sounded.

Wen Jianyan shrugged: This is a deal we made before, isn't it?

He walked to the cabinet, picked up the mirror that the woman had just taken out, put it in his pocket skillfully, and raised a casual smile on his lips, I said, even if there is no need to put the Summoned, I can also set you free and let you complete your revenge—

Crack.

A subtle, metallic crack sounded.

Wen Jianyan was startled, subconsciously stopped the voice, and turned her head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that the last Soul Locking Altar was half down on the ground, scarlet blood and broken flesh and blood remained at the narrow bottle mouth, the ground had been dyed red with blood, and there was a steady stream of blood gushing out of the bottle mouth.

The gossip mirror with the spell on it lay in a pool of blood, and the spell on it was soaked in scarlet blood.

Crack.

There was another cracking sound.

This time, Wen Jianyan finally saw that a thin crack appeared on the gossip mirror, and then spread quickly.

wait wait wait?

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

and many more? !

No no no no?

In a panic, he took out his mobile phone and opened the background of his Nightmare APP:

[Main quest: Destroy all the Soul Locking Altars and completely release the evil spirits]

[Completion: 97%]

In a few seconds, the number jumped up again: [Completion: 98%]

There was cheers in the live broadcast square of [Antai Community]: Oh oh oh oh! Black is going to win!!

The win rate bar hanging overhead finally began to tilt for the first time!

Black's win rate is like a slippery slope, starting to skyrocket from the middle! ! !

Ahhhhhhh happy!

Although the black side won this time, in fact, there are not many people left in the red side. Most of them were either transformed or died in the infighting. It is clear that this dungeon of Antai Community is alienated. But in the end the death rate was the lowest in history, I really didn't expect...

Hahahaha, I finally stood in line this time and I was right.

This dungeon should end soon, right? Two or three minutes at most, hurry up, I can't wait for the dividend!

Most of the audience were discussing happily and enthusiastically, looking forward to the next bonus points.

However, some viewers suddenly discovered something strange: Speaking of which, the faction battle has been won, why does the black anchor look unhappy at all?

Eh...it's like eh.

Speaking of which, he just obviously could win directly, but he took the initiative to make a deal with Mrs. Wen... In addition to wanting to benefit his followers, doesn't he really want to complete the main quest?

Why? Can't figure it out!

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale.

No, no, no, no?

Will the seal be lifted after the caster is finished? !

You idiots don't even remind you of such an important thing! !

Wen Jianyan was a little broken.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and slowly put his hand into his pocket and pulled out the fragment of the mirror he found in the base of the Bodhisattva.

The mirror is dark and chaotic.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but the figure of the man who was left with only a phantom seemed to be... a lot more solid.

hiss!

Wen Jianyan felt a strong stinging pain from his fingertips, the pulp of the finger was cut by the edge of the fragment, and the mirror fragment slipped from between his fingers, making a tinkling sound.

At this moment, the familiar system prompt sounded:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the main task: destroy all the soul lock altars and completely release the evil spirits]

Wen Jianyan: ………………

Is it still time for me to immigrate to Mars now?

The author has something to say: Reward of Nie Li (limited to dog liars)

Wen Jianyan: In short, calm down and look for a time machine...

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