Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 231

It's six o'clock, and night falls on time.

The interior of the Prosperity Building, which was still gray just now, was shrouded in darkness that could not see five fingers in the blink of an eye.

Inside the shop, the oil lamp was dimly lit, and there was a dead silence inside and outside the door.

As an anchor who has already experienced two floors, everyone knows that the arrival of night does not mean that customers will come to the door immediately. Before that, they often leave some time to prepare.

Mu Sen doesn't have the energy to take care of Wen Jianyan who is still in a coma now.

He sat down cross-legged in a corner, and with the only remaining hand, he took out the remaining nine wooden tokens from his waist pocket and started his divination.

the other side.

After Wen Jianyan, who had not yet woken up, moved into the counter, the Tangerine Candy Team also began to act.

A Sven man with glasses on the bridge of his nose was pacing the shop, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be chanting words, as if he was communicating with some invisible existence.

A member stood behind the glass door, staring at the door, as if he was still holding something in his palm, waiting quietly.

The rest wandered the shop, looking for any clues that might come in handy.

Tangerine Candy raised his head and looked at the layout of the store.

His eyes narrowed casually, hiding all the expressions in his eyes.

To be honest, the copy of [Prosperity Building] was actually stuck outside the business scope that their team was familiar with.

In the past, most teams, whether difficult or difficult, often built an open place that is more suitable for anchor PVP, although there are also various terrifying dangers, and the cruel mechanism that will be eliminated if the task is not completed , however, the overall pattern is still relatively loose.

That is to say, the overall setting will be more inclined to fight and fight between anchors.

The [Prosperity Building] dungeon is very different. Although it is a team version, the rules and restrictions are even stricter than many single-player versions.

And this, for their team that is good at fighting and fighting, entering such a semi-closed dungeon based on decryption, all the advantages have turned into disadvantages.

In addition, the difficulty of this dungeon is definitely not low, and such a disadvantage will be doubled.

Different from the first floor and the second floor, the shop on the third floor is difficult to tell from the surface, what kind of goods are being sold here.

In the dim light, old-fashioned wooden furniture was placed, and the paint was mottled in scarlet.

On the four surrounding walls, there are several paintings hanging on each, with different backgrounds.

However, no matter which picture, there are some shadowy figures in the picture, motionless, far or near, the faces are not clear, even if the distance is very close, the faces of the portraits are blank, from outside the frame, Only a pale blur can be seen.

Even just standing next to it, you can feel the strangeness and ominousness in it.

Tangerine Candy stood in front of one of the pictures, tilted his head, showing a troubled look.

brainstorm or something...

It's really troublesome.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Ah, why is the anchor in a coma for so long, I'm so tired waiting..."

"Yeah, it's been about ten minutes, and there's no sign of waking up. Although the signal is still stable, it's really boring."

"Speaking of which, this time the Tangerine Candy Team drew the No. 02 shop..."

"? What's wrong? Is it fierce?"

"Very fierce, the incoming team is basically destroyed."

"Speaking of which, the shop that Dark Fire picked up this time seems to have a fairly normal difficulty... It's not too fierce. I've seen a team come out of that shop alive before, and it's a good chance in this dungeon."

"It seems that the luck in this dungeon is quite conservative. Before the Dark Fire team drew the most difficult shops, this time it became easier, and the Orange Candy team was easy before, but this time it became more difficult. "

"..."

"..."

"Wait, I suddenly realized something."

At this moment, stiff footsteps came from outside the dark door, as if they were walking in this direction from the darkness.

The team members standing at the door immediately notified:

"coming!"

"Very good," Orange Candy nodded: "Wu Ya, go according to the plan just now."

The team member known as Wu Ya nodded solemnly, then turned around, and the person in charge who walked quickly to the counter took a deep breath, opened his palms, and started from the door and sprinkled the things he was always holding into the interior of the store. .

It was actually white glutinous rice grains.

The glutinous rice grains in his fist seemed to be inexhaustible, falling on the ground continuously, spreading toward the depths of the store.

He moved quickly, extending the distance he could reach as much as possible, and his face gradually turned pale.

The sound of stiff footsteps was getting closer and clearer with the passage of time.

Soon, the sound of footsteps came to the door, and it seemed particularly real across the hidden glass door.

At the same time, among the oil lamps that were welded to the counter, the flames began to beat violently.

"Wu Ya, come back." Orange Candy said.

"……Yes."

Wu Ya gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at the remaining distance behind him, a trace of unwillingness appeared on his face, but he straightened up and ran back to the counter with a blank face.

The next second after he rushed into the counter—

"Jingle Bell."

The copper bell hanging on the door rang slightly, breaking the dead silence of the night.

The glass door was pushed open from the outside, and a rancid yin wind swept in, only to hear a "chi" sound, the wick in the oil lamp collided violently, but the darkness came step by step.

"Da da da……"

The strange sound of footsteps that did not change echoed in the store, and the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

Here comes the "customer".

Everyone's eyes narrowed, their nerves immediately tense, and they carefully listened to the whereabouts of the voice——

The footsteps gradually entered the depths of the store, followed by a dead silence. After a short pause, the footsteps turned and walked towards the counter.

Under the tense gazes of several people, a blue-black corrupted hand stretched out from the darkness and placed a coin on the table.

The whole process is no different from the first two floors.

"Jingle Bell."

The glass door opened and closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

However, before a few people could breathe a sigh of relief—

"Jingle Bell."

Almost in the next second, the sound of the copper bell rang again, easily breaking the dead silence.

"Da da da……"

Before the first darkness dissipated, a deeper shadow descended again, and stiff footsteps sounded from outside the shop, walking towards the depths of the shop step by step.

"?!"

Everyone's pupils shrank, and a layer of cold sweat immediately oozes out on their backs.

Wait... On the third floor, do customers actually enter one after another?

Just as the footsteps continued inward, an abnormal situation that no one could have predicted happened again.

"Jingle Bell!"

The copper bell hanging on the glass door rang again.

The crisp, seemingly emotionless bell sounded like a call from the god of death. Under the dim light, everyone's expressions suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Da da da."

Before the second footsteps left the store, the third footsteps joined again.

In the absolute darkness where light cannot penetrate, two stiff footsteps from different directions sounded simultaneously, overlapping each other and echoing in the enclosed space.

Looking at the situation in front of them, everyone's hair stood on end, and it was almost cold from head to toe.

In other words... on the third floor, three customers need to be received with one face.

One attack, three times the danger.

The blue and black rotten palm stretched out, put the coin on the counter, and left the store.

It's still an ordinary coin.

"Da da……"

A third footstep approached in the direction of the counter.

In the next second, a dead man's palm that was pale and blue, smeared with scarlet Kodan, slowly stretched out from the darkness and placed something on the counter.

After the copper bell rang briefly, the glass door closed again, blocking the rotten stench from the outside.

The wick that expanded and enlarged slowly returned to its original state, and the visibility that was suppressed by the darkness to extremely low also gradually recovered, illuminating the huge store.

The scene, which was already very strange, became even more gloomy and ominous after the customer left.

The third coin left on the counter showed a strange scarlet color, and the pale dead faces printed on it were particularly dazzling.

"..."

Unexpectedly, the difficulty of the third floor would actually be three in a row.

Now, even Tangerine Candy, who has always been calm, has a serious and solemn expression on his face.

"Look, captain, it's useful!" This is, Wu Ya's slightly surprised voice sounded from the side, the orange candy looked along his finger, and the snow-white glutinous rice flour on the ground seemed to be corroded, and a series of prints were printed. The dark footprints extended into the depths of the shop.

However, the glutinous rice flour seems to be slowly lightening over time, disappearing like a phantom.

"It should only last up to 30 seconds, fast! We need to locate the customer before it disappears."

Wu Ya said in a hurry.

The team members nodded and immediately separated to act.

Tang Tangtang's pace was halfway through, when he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Mu Sen who didn't say a word from beginning to end:

"Hey, by the way, what is the result of your divination?"

"..."

Mu Sen didn't answer, he sat cross-legged on the spot, his face pale, staring at the wooden signs scattered on the ground in front of him, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Now……

These nine cards, without exception, point to the worst outcome.

If it is an ordinary dead end, forcibly breaking the card eye can reverse the dead end.

However, what he encountered now is a double death situation, which is exactly the same as the result he had just fortuned for the dark fire.

Faced with such a terrifying situation, if the players in the game want to reverse their fortunes and forcibly change their lives, they need to smash two more cards in addition to the cards.

You must know that the accuracy of divination is not so simple to define. Every time a card is missing, his perception of future destiny will drop a lot.

Below six cards, the entire deck is completely scrapped.

Mu Sen gritted his teeth, his eyes trembled slightly, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.

This is absolutely unacceptable to him! !

Suddenly, a slender and gentle voice sounded from the side.

"Why, don't you like this result?"

"?!"

Mu Sen was startled, raised his head subconsciously, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I don't know when it started, the "prophet" who was always unconscious, actually opened his eyes.

Wen Jianyan leaned his back against the counter and sat on the ground in a relaxed posture. His fair face was illuminated by the oil lamp and painted with a light golden color. He raised his eyes, with a harmless smile on his lips, softly speaking. Ask eloquently:

"Aren't you a prophet?"

"Tell me, what did you see?"