Chapter 219

In the dimly lit shop, a rotten stench floated in the air, and the oppressive silence spread.

Everyone was shocked by Wen Jianyan's suggestion.

His entire logic chain is established, the whole deduction process is smooth and smooth, and there are almost no too many loopholes to be found, but... in the end, he came to such a terrible conclusion.

[Through the bronze mirror in the warehouse, reversely invade the world of female ghosts]

You know, all the efforts they have made so far are to trap the female corpse in the TV and prevent it from invading the real world.

But now, they want to take the initiative to enter the world of female corpses... This is simply different from suicidal.

How crazy is that to make such a suggestion?

Inside the TV, the dressing table covered with mottled red paint, and the stiff and cold back of the female corpse in red, several people couldn't help feeling a chill behind them.

I can't dodge it desperately, but I still want to take the initiative to contact...

No one knows what the outcome will be.

They couldn't help but look towards the commenter.

The girl in the skirt stood in front of everyone, her slender fingers were folded, her amber eyes were lowered, as if she was waiting for everyone's answer, she still had that unsullied, soft and weak posture However, in the eyes of other people, her current appearance, which seems to be evil, inexplicably gives people a chilling feeling.

This little girl is really crazy.

In the silence, there was a slight "chi chi" sound suddenly, and the few people couldn't help being startled. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw that the wick suddenly jumped up inside the blackened lampshade. one time.

Everyone's heart sank.

They know what it means.

Under the illumination of the light, the blurred glass door in front of him was gradually becoming clear, and a scarlet figure who had walked very close gradually appeared.

Obviously, looking away doesn't work anymore.

It began to not only appear on the TV, but also gradually appeared in all the mirrors watched, unless all the anchors were always huddled in a small area covered by oil lamps, otherwise, even if they were closed With eyes closed, this process of intrusion into reality cannot be blocked.

An Xin and the others turned their heads to look at Qi Qian, waiting for the captain's decision.

Qi Qian gritted his teeth, his expression seemed to be struggling.

Regardless of how absurd and crazy the proposal itself is, Wen Wen's proposal is probably the most effective right now if you just think rationally.

Qi Qian turned his head, and his eyes fell on the counter covered by the light of the oil lamp, on which lay a Ming coin.

That was left by the customer who just came and left.

Different from the previous two Mingbi, this time Mingbi presents a dazzling blood red color, and under the words "Di Bank", there is a miserable face printed on it, which looks very strange.

The different styles of ghost coins may mean that the customers bought different things. The previous ones were ordinary ghost coins, so what they bought was ordinary goods. Will the ghost coin that appeared in front of them now be the same? Understand, the goods bought by customers this time must use special currency in order to buy them?

If this is the case, then this matches Wen Wen's guess just now.

The items bought by "customers" exist in the TV.

Qi Qian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made up his mind: "Okay, then let's try."

Although there was already a faint guess in their hearts, after Qi Qian's definite answer, the rest of the people still couldn't help being shocked.

Even before he took any action, he already had a premonition that his hairs stood on end.

Next, they are really going to invade the world of ghosts.

"How is your vision recovering?" Qi Qian asked.

"I'll give it a try," Tong Yao tried to open his eyes, the scarlet under the eyelashes has not faded, but the eyelids can already move, "It still has some effects, but I can barely see things, but I'm afraid I still can't use the talent."

"It's not enough, but this is the only way to go." Qi Qian sighed, "Although it will be very dangerous this time, we still have to come with Zhang Yu."

In this dungeon, darkness is deadly.

The oil lamp on the second floor was welded to the table, so to enter the warehouse, they had to use the spare oil lamp brought up from the first floor.

If Zhang Yu and Nursery Rhyme were left in front of the counter, it meant that the two oil lamps would burn together, and the lamp oil would continue to be consumed at double the speed.

After several previous attacks, they are now running out of lamp oil.

They don't know what they may encounter after entering the world of ghosts, so they must save the amount and not waste a little bit.

Therefore, although Zhang Yu and Tong Yao are in poor condition, they still have to participate in this operation.

The two nodded without any objection.

After lighting up the spare oil lamps brought from the first floor, they quickly blew out the oil lamps on the counter. Zhang Yu reached out and took out the burnt red lamp oil pan with only a thin layer of grease left.

Under the influence of the palm print curse on the first floor, his palms had already taken on a deathly green color, and his skin became stiff and cold.

Zhang Yu knew that everyone knew about his condition, so he gave up his plan to keep it a secret.

Soon, the lamp oil solidified at low temperature.

Zhang Yu put the lid on the lamp oil pan and put it in his pocket.

After making all the preparations, a group of people stepped forward and walked towards the depths of the shop at the fastest speed.

"Crack."

The rusty copper key was "inserted" into the lock, and with a slight twist, there was a slight sound of metal clashing.

The warehouse door was unlocked again.

The door opened slowly, revealing a pitch-black room, and a sweet and rotten smell hit, making one almost nauseated.

The flickering lights slowly spread, and a dim yellow light penetrated into the darkness like a finger.

Across Qi Qian's shoulder, Wen Jianyan looked inward.

Not far away, the red dressing table exuding an ominous atmosphere could be faintly seen.

Although they couldn't see clearly, Wen Jianyan knew that there was a different bronze mirror on the dressing table. Through the bronze mirror, they could enter another more dangerous and weird world.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, suppressing the frenzied heartbeat that was beating wildly due to anxiety.

Although this suggestion was made by himself, it is impossible not to be afraid...

What's more, he knows the danger of this move better than everyone else.

The dead man smeared with scarlet Kodan gave them the key to the warehouse, and there happened to be a red dressing table exactly the same as in the TV, and a bronze mirror that could communicate the two worlds. coincide.

All connected.

A faint guess emerged in Wen Jianyan's mind.

The crisis they are facing now may have been "chosen" in their consciousness.

In the first wave of attacks, he proved that he had the ability to figure out the rules. Therefore, the dead man with red nails gave them the "key" to accept the severe challenge, and entered the warehouse to awaken the spirit in the bronze mirror. The female corpse, then, after the next "customer" visits, the difficulty of the attack will naturally increase.

No, more than that.

You know, according to the experience of the previous floor, the female corpse should also have a ghost coin in her hand.

In a sense, Mingbi itself is linked to the difficulty.

If their action is successful this time, they will have two ghost coins in hand, one for this customer and one for the female corpse, which means...

The danger they face this time will be doubled.

Not doubled, but tripled!

Although Wen Jianyan didn't, he knew that although they were on the second floor, the level of danger they faced this time was definitely not the average level of difficulty on the second floor.

Regarding the success rate of this operation, Wen Jianyan had no idea.

It seems that we can only take one step at a time.

Wen Jianyan withdrew her scattered thoughts, followed Qi Qian and the others forward, and approached the dressing table.

The dresser was getting closer.

The red paint on it was mottled, and it looked like bloodstains that hadn't dried up. On the dressing table, there was a big bronze mirror.

The mirror surface is blurry, even if you get close, you can't see your own shadow.

The red-clothed female corpse who had been retreating before had disappeared.

Obviously, this is a good thing.

Since the figure of the female corpse did not appear under the watchful eyes of several people, it means that its invasion channel has changed, so what is the use of this mirror in the warehouse now? The answer speaks for itself.

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan:

"How can we invade?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head: "Unfortunately, I don't know the answer to this question."

Although he made the suggestion, it is only a reasonable inference based on the summary of all clues, and it is the most likely guess.

Qi Qian was not pleased with Wen Jianyan's answer. He nodded: "Understood, it seems that we will have to try and make mistakes."

Zhang Yu on the side: "I'll come first."

Qi Qian took a deep look at him and nodded: "Be careful."

Zhang Yu stepped forward first, stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched the mirror with his fingers.

The move, successful or not, is dangerous.

And there is no possibility of being infected with some unknown curse. If it succeeds, then Zhang Yu will be the first person to enter the mirror.

The rules and risks inside are unknown, and the oil lamp is not in his hands. If entering the mirror will cut off the light source, then, without the protection of the light, Zhang Yu will most likely be the first person to die.

However, this behavior is necessary.

The senior anchors are more or less epic tools, most of which are waiting for the moment of life and death before they can be used. After making sufficient preparations, even if they encounter any dangerous things, they can always resist for a few seconds or even minutes.

However, if anyone tries with an oil lamp for his own safety, and once he succeeds, he enters the mirror world alone, then the teammates of the mirror will be left in the dark and will be suspicious.

Even if he is still alive, it is equivalent to destroying the group.

After all, one person cannot penetrate the entire team book, and in this book, everyone must put the team first.

that is…

All the team can do now is to use their lives to try and make mistakes.

As for whether he can survive, it all depends on the anchor's own means.

Everyone held their breath slightly and watched Zhang Yu's movements.

Zhang Yu carefully touched the cold and smooth surface of the bronze mirror with his fingertips, but nothing happened.

Obviously, touching the mirror is the law to enter the mirror.

Next, he made a bold move, trying to pick up the mirror from the table, but failed, as if it was welded to the table, it couldn't be moved at all.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yu tried to pull the drawer on the dressing table, but the drawer also remained motionless, as if it was just a decoration.

Zhang Yu shook his head and stepped back.

"Walk backwards? Is it possible?" An Xin wondered what happened.

After all, the previous female corpses walked backwards toward the mirror, so if they walked backwards behind the mirror, would it be possible for them to walk into the mirror?

"Then try." Zhang Yu took out the small dish of lamp oil from his pocket: "Go on."

This plate of lamp oil has almost been consumed, but Guo Anxin really managed to enter the mirror, at least this small plate of lamp oil can temporarily protect him, waiting for his teammates who know the rules to reunite in the mirror.

"Thanks."

An Xin took the lamp oil, pinched it in his palm, and then walked a few steps away from the dressing table.

He took a deep breath, turned his back to the past, took a step forward, and slowly retreated towards the mirror.

Watching An Xin's movements, everyone's hearts were lifted into their throats.

One step, two steps, three steps.

An Xin continued to back away under the circumstances that he couldn't see.

With a "bang", his calf hit the wooden stool in front of the dressing table. An Xin's stature shortened and he almost fell down. But it reached the edge of the dressing table, and there was no way to continue.

"How is it, is it useful?" An Xin looked expectantly at Qi Qian, "Has there been any changes in the mirror?"

Qi Qian shook his head.

"..." An Xin sighed, and left the dressing table: "Okay, I admit defeat, it seems that brainstorming is really not suitable for me."

"Let me come next."

Wen Jianyan suddenly spoke.

Several people turned their heads to look at him.

In the dimly lit room, the girl in a skirt looked out of place with the surroundings, but now, no one dared to look down on her.

Obviously she was only here to assist the prophet, but as time went by, she seemed to faintly reveal some kind of edge and potential that even surpassed the prophet. Coupled with her delicate and soft appearance, it even reached a somewhat scary level.

"Okay." Qi Qian nodded.

An Xin took out the lamp oil pan from his pocket and threw it to Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan didn't refuse, and held the lamp oil pan in his hand.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the dressing table.

Compared with others, Wen Jianyan is much more familiar with the medium of the mirror, after all, in the past dungeons, he has dealt with this thing too many times.

When Zhang Yu, An Xin and Zhang Yu were trying, Wen Jianyan kept carefully observing the image in the mirror.

He found that whether it was Zhang Yu touching the mirror or An Xin walking backwards, the bronze mirror did not reflect the slightest image during the whole process.

except...

That brief moment.

When An Xin tripped over the chair behind him and almost fell down, it was always blurry, and a shadow couldn't be reflected in the bronze mirror, and suddenly An Xin's clear back appeared.

However, after An Xin got up, the bronze mirror returned to its original state.

Everything happened so quickly that it was almost fleeting. Only Wen Jianyan, who was the closest to the bronze mirror, noticed this brief scene.

that is…

Wen Jianyan exhaled slowly, raised his legs and stepped over the bench painted with scarlet wood paint, and sat down gracefully on the bench.

Almost at the same time.

Wen Jianyan's face was clearly reflected in the blurry bronze mirror.

"!"

There was a gasp from behind.

Wen Jianyan didn't care.

He just stared fixedly at his own face in the mirror.

In the old, slightly worn mirror, his facial features were shrouded in a layer of brass-colored light, slightly distorted by the curvature of the mirror, looking familiar yet unfamiliar.

"..."

Wen Jianyan looked at himself in the mirror, and at that moment, he was so happy that his mind recalled the actions of the woman on the TV just now.

What else is missing?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and naturally reached out to the drawer of the dressing table.

There was only a "cha la", and the drawer that Zhang Yu had just pulled with all his strength but remained motionless was pulled open without any effort.

In the drawer lay a scarlet wooden comb.

Wen Jianyan stretched out his hand and picked up the wooden comb.

A clear system announcement sounded in my ears.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the hidden tool (common) in the instance! 】

[Collect degree 1/? 】

The guiding hand that had just been activated twice in a row should be pointing in the direction of the comb.

However, this wooden comb is only of ordinary grade.

That is, the source of spreading the curse is not it.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and stared at his own reflection in the mirror.

He sat quietly on the red stool in front of the dressing table, and everyone behind him couldn't be reflected in the mirror, holding a red comb in his hand.

The next thing to do is the last step.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, twirling the scarlet comb with his long and slender fingertips, the strong color contrast was particularly eye-catching, and then, his fingers fell, and he slowly combed his dark hair with the comb.

One click, one click, one click.

The few people standing behind Wen Jianyan stared at the strange scene in front of them. There was silence, but they couldn't help but make their backs tremble, and a sense of fear of the unknown rose from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, Qi Qian's eyes fell on the door behind him, as if he suddenly discovered something, his brows frowned suddenly.

"Wait, who closed the door?"

As a senior anchor, he will never close the door behind him, always be on guard against possible dangers, and leave enough room for himself to escape.

The rest of the people looked at each other and shook their heads.

They have the same habit, and it is impossible to do such a self-defeating thing.

And... no one heard the sound of the door closing just now.

Qi Qian frowned deeply.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan, who was sitting in front of the mirror, made a sudden movement, his pupils constricted!

he sees...

His own reflection in the mirror suddenly opened the corners of his mouth and smiled.

In the mirror, Wen Jianyan's miserable face was like melting wax, the corners of his mouth raised, and he slowly showed a weird smile at him in the mirror.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's cold hair stood on end, cold sweat dripped down his back, relying on perseverance, he forcefully suppressed a scream in his throat.

At this moment, the voice of a nursery rhyme came from behind:

"It's not right."

Her voice was extremely serious.

Even if the endowment cannot be activated temporarily, the sensitivity of being a psychic is still there.

Everyone immediately became alert.

The door closed without warning, the reminder from the psychic...all the clues together gave them an extremely ominous premonition.

Disaster…

"Da da da."

The sound of stiff footsteps resounded from the darkness. Inside the lampshade, the oil lamp flickered crazily and jumped, faintly illuminating the figure not far away.

"Oops! That female corpse has already invaded the real world!" An Xin's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly said, "Hurry up, get ready for battle—"

"No."

Wen Jianyan grimaced, stood up from the red stool, turned her head to look in the direction of the footsteps, and said slowly, "We are here."

The door to the real world is open.

The mirror world is closed.

as well as-

"Da da da."

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, they saw with their own eyes that a stiff female corpse in red came out from the darkness, walking slowly forward with exactly the same steps as in memory.

It looks so weird, terrifying, with a soul-shocking sense of oppression, which immediately makes the hair stand on end.

Its face was covered in darkness, and it couldn't be seen clearly, but, from the hand beside it, it could be seen that...

The female corpse was facing them.

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