Chapter 224

At the moment when the blood dripped, an invisible, extremely cold existence suddenly erupted.

Musen shrank from his fingers, to his forearm, to the bend of his elbow, and the bandages were loose. It didn't look like an adult's arm, but like a mummy's arm.

His face, which was already pale, was even paler at this moment, as dead ashes, as stiff as a dead person.

The other teammates couldn't help being secretly surprised when they saw his appearance.

This...isn't like the way ordinary anchors use their talents.

Even the heartless, smiling orange candy showed a thoughtful expression, staring at the man with strange eyes.

Mu Sen lowered his hands, allowing his long sleeves to completely cover his arms. He lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the wooden sign in his palm, and there was a strange madness in his eyes.

The role of the wooden sign is not just to tell good or bad luck.

The clearer the direction of the game, the more irreversible the result will be, and the stronger the backlash will be after a forced break.

If it is light, the wooden sign will crack, and if it is heavy, it will be directly smashed.

You know, he had a total of twelve wooden cards, but now there are only ten cards left.

One of them was gradually cracked and shattered under the heavy load after years of use, while the other one was in a first-level dungeon. He saved himself by shattering the eye of the card and changing his fate.

Every time one is missing, the divination of the wooden card becomes more difficult, and the result is easier to change. If the number falls below a certain limit, the wooden card will be completely invalid.

By then, he might be the one who died.

Just now Mu Sen's dark fire team predicted two extremely vicious hexagrams, but the ending was changed due to the changes in the cards, which means...

Once Fang really breaks the game, the wooden card that acts as the eye of the card will be completely shattered.

Just for this, one of his cards must be sacrificed? !

Never!

Mu Sen stared at the wooden sign in his hand, the cracks on it were slowly closing with blood, presenting a strange shape of black and red intertwined, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a happy and crazy expression.

So what if you break the deadlock with your own skills, can you resist the established fate?

He couldn't believe it. After paying such a high price, he still couldn't nail this group of people back to the original path?

call.

In the enclosed space with closed doors and windows on all sides, a silent, cold wind blows up, and rolls straight towards the only light source in the shop!

The person holding the lamp oil dish noticed something strange, and tried to raise his hand to block the wind—

However, his work was too late.

No, to be precise, it doesn't matter whether it is sooner or later, even if he protects the light earlier, the gust of wind can still invade through his fingers.

The fragile, corpse oil-soaked wick shook slightly, and the faint light of the fire was reflected in the depths of Wen Jianyan's pale eyes, illuminating his horrified and inexplicable eyes.

An Xin at the side seemed to feel something, and turned slightly to the side—

Then…

In a second, it was completely extinguished.

"-No!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils constricted suddenly, and a hoarse scream broke through his throat.

The moment the light disappeared, boundless darkness descended.

But in the dungeon of [Prosperity Building], darkness means death.

The eyeballs widened in panic, but the darkness seemed to be like a veil tightly covering the eyes. Without light, vision was even more impossible to talk about.

All five senses seemed to be closed.

Can't, can't listen, can't speak.

Boundless whispers came from all directions, one after another, like whispers from ghosts, cold and malicious, but it seemed to be just a dead silence.

Feel nothing, know nothing.

It seems that something is approaching, and it seems that nothing exists.

cold, so cold.

Without the cover of the oil lamp, the forest was cold, and the cold temperature invaded in an instant, and it began to freeze from the depths of the blood, making people tremble instinctively.

In the darkness, something was following him.

Everything blocking them has been removed, dissipated, and melted. Whether it is the reinforced concrete buildings or the clothes on their bodies, all the protection has disappeared, as if they were naked and vulnerable, and the distance between death The distance between them is only a few feet away, and a light step will cross that unclear line.

In this nothingness beyond human common sense, the only thing Wen Jianyan can feel is the real fear that is so strong that it can almost drive him crazy.

In the moment when his mind went blank, Wen Jianyan understood almost immediately why those people who were dragged into the darkness by their nature could make such uncontrollable screams.

Here is absolutely must die.

Something fell from between his stiff fingers.

It was an irregular piece of hard sequins with a smooth surface, which broke free from Wen Jianyan's strained fingers, and fell lightly to the face.

The shards of the mirror fell on the ground and made an extremely small sound, but the sound was like a chime, easily piercing through the dead silence around, and fell into Wen Jianyan's ears—

"Ding."

Watching the gradually closing cracks, Mu Sen's lips parted a little bit, and a bit of malicious joy emerged from his bloodshot eyeballs.

But, without warning...

The process of bridging stopped.

In the palm of his hand, the small wooden sign covered in blood and exuding a strange aura fell into a stillness for a short time. No matter how the blood squirmed, the gap would no longer be closed, as if a strange force was forcibly stopping it. up.

"..."

The smile on Mu Sen's face froze, he stared at the shape of the gap, almost doubting his own eyes.

What... what's going on?

Stopped.

"Crack..."

Unexpectedly, the sound of sawdust cracking sounded again.

"—!!" Mu Sen's eyes were almost tearing open, "No, no, no, no, no—this is impossible, impossible!!"

The extremely deep cracks burst open again, and spread again at an unstoppable speed. In just a short moment, spider web-like cracks spread all over the entire wooden sign, and then...

"Crack."

Under his almost crazy gaze, it seemed that the wooden sign could no longer withstand the strange power originating from fate, and it burst apart completely, falling apart in the blink of an eye, and vanishing into ashes.

"..."

Mu Sen sat down, staring fixedly at his empty palm, his whole strength seemed to be drained.

He seemed unable to accept this reality, and stayed in the original place with a cold body.

Tangerine Candy frowned, and stepped forward: "Hey... Hey!"

She stretched out her hand and dazzled in Mu Sen's eyes, "I'm back to my senses."

Mu Sen's expression was blank, and he still didn't agree.

"If the prophecy is wrong, then the prophecy is wrong." Orange Candy shrugged heartlessly, and said in an extremely rare comfort. "Anyway, there is no way to get it on the second floor now. There is still a chance to go to the third floor..."

"No."

Mu Sen spoke abruptly, interrupting Orange Tang's words.

Tangerine Tang was startled, and lowered his voice: "?"

"The prophecy is not wrong, and the fate is not wrong." Mu Sen slowly raised his face, which was already pale and stiff, and now it was twisted and ferocious like a ghost, his eyes contained extremely unwilling resentment and hatred, slowly Spit out **** words: "Mian cheated."

Absolutely.

Absolutely so!

No existence can break free from the clutches of fate.

"He cheated!!"

In the boundless dark space, the slender young man's eyes were slightly closed, held up by a certain force, as if he was slowly falling from above.

The shadow of death has not let him go.

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, his eyelids were half closed, his amber pupils were dazed and out of focus, as if he was still in deep fear.

However, the darkness here is not the same as the deadly and void darkness in [Prosperity Building].

It was another, more familiar, not dangerous existence—or, it was only because of Xiang Wen Jianyan that it took on such a harmless form.

In the chaos, in a trance, Wen Jianyan seemed to have returned to the dungeon again.

—The moment he made a deal with Wu Zhu and Nightmare.

With the passage of time, more and more dungeons have been passed, and Wen Jianyan gradually discovered that the dungeon allocation in the Nightmare live room is not completely random.

In addition to the dungeons that the master locates through props, it will often give priority to assigning the host to the dungeon that is "more relevant" to the host himself.

Obviously, not every dungeon will contain fragments of Wu Zhu, such as the Ping An Sanatorium. In fact, if he hadn't accidentally put a wisp of Wu Zhu's remnant soul into that dungeon, everything might have been very different.

The reason why he entered the Ping An Sanatorium was mainly because he had entered the Fantasy Amusement Park, and the cores of these two dungeons are obviously closely related.

It is precisely because of this that, as the anchor who has entered the copy of Fukang Hospital, he will then enter the Antai Community, which has a certain spatial correlation with the hospital.

And it was precisely because he got the item [Mr. Mirror] in the first dungeon that Wen Jianyan would give priority to the dungeon with witch candle fragments in the distribution of the received dungeons.

Of course, this law is not an iron law, but some kind of hidden distribution tendency.

However, Wen Jianyan said it was enough.

Before entering [Prosperity Building], Wu Zhu once entered his dream, and he temporarily cooperated with the order.

The content is simple, complete a copy.

The moment he received this instruction, Wen Jianyan knew that the dungeon he received must be unusual.

No matter in terms of difficulty, or the degree of correlation with Wu Zhu himself.

After that, quickly, with his hint and acquiescence, the system of the Nightmare live broadcast room contacted him, hoping to reach a so-called deal with him and let him clear the bug—that is, Wu Zhu.

Therefore, it gave Wen Jianyan generous conditions.

Among them: never die in a copy.

This made Wen Jianyan immediately understand why the nightmare would contact him after Wu Zhu. Obviously, unlike Wen Jianyan, who is an ordinary human being, the game between the two is on the same level of information, and they are very close to each other. It is clear what is hidden in a dungeon—so that, whether it is a nightmare or a witch candle, they all need their "allies" to obtain it.

Nightmare got it too much, and was even willing to open the door to Wen Jianyan, giving him terrifying power that no anchor could get.

But Wen Jianyan refused.

This is not because he is not afraid of death, or is already confident that no matter what kind of dungeon he encounters, he can easily survive, but because he has a deeper and more hidden purpose.

First of all, if he agrees, then Wen Jianyan will completely lose Wu Zhu's trust, and also lose the "possibility" of continuing to cooperate with this party, which runs counter to his original purpose.

Secondly...

Wen Jianyan knew clearly that although a dungeon was deeply related to Wu Zhu himself, it was not so closely related to the internal structure of Nightmare itself.

However, to destroy the nightmare, it is necessary to get deeper into its framework.

As an anchor who was also making a deal with Nightmare, Wen Jianyan knew very well that the oracle had cheated.

It has been able to become the number one guild in the dungeon for a long time, not just because of the monopoly of "prophecy talent". In other words, if there is no cheating, Oracle cannot complete this monopoly.

There is some kind of transaction hidden in it, some kind of ulterior purpose, some kind of deep reason that no ordinary anchor knows.

So, he made an exchange with another condition.

A more arrogant and ambitious transaction than "undying in a copy".

A chance to go deeper into the nightmare and get in touch with its secrets.

He wants to bring his own guild to obtain the oracle's cheating method, and take it to become the second puppet in the Nightmare live broadcast room.

A more loyal dog.

A sharper knife.

— until he decides to devour the Lord.

In the shadows, a figure slowly emerged.

The witch candle is low, a human with icy golden eyes.

This place is within the dungeon, but it doesn't completely belong to the dungeon, but more like some kind of crevice created by life.

Here, the appearance of Wen Jianyan's body has lost its effect. Although the clothes have not changed, the limbs have elongated accordingly, showing masculine characteristics, slender and powerful, and the facial features have returned to their original clear and handsome.

He raised his hand and grabbed Fang's waist.

"Wake up."

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