Chapter 236

…it's over.

The oil lamp emitted a faint light, barely illuminating the dark and empty room in front of me.

The scarlet coffin cover was open, and the stench of rotting corpses emanated from it. On the ground, those blue-black palm prints were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everything seemed to be recovering rapidly.

Tangerine Tang looked at the canvas in his hand.

After the Acropolis pulled the oil canvas, the weird faces painted on the surface of the canvas disappeared, and there was only an empty space, like an ordinary piece of cloth.

After taking a breath, Wen Jianyan lowered his head and glanced at the corpse lying on the ground.

The stiff corpse was lying on its back on the ground, the cloth covering its face was removed, Fang's face was also empty, with no facial features, no ups and downs, just a piece of miserable smooth skin, which looked extraordinarily special under the faint light of the oil lamp. weird.

Its hands are slightly open, and the two green hands are clasped, as if holding something for the first time.

In the pitch-dark room, the back of the person who watched this eerie scene felt chills.

"Captain, shall we go?"

Acropolis on the side suggested.

Although the source of the curse has been found now, this place is still in the painting after all, in such a strange place. Who knows if there will be any accidents in the future.

To be on the safe side, leave as soon as possible.

This proposal touched Wen Jianyan's heart, and he nodded vigorously in agreement.

After regaining balance, the corpse returned to a motionless state and appeared to be quite harmless.

But Wen Jianyan knew that all of this was an illusion.

According to previous experience, it cannot be killed or eliminated, it is only restricted, and as long as the fragile balance is broken, it will become active again.

Although it was not as fierce as the female corpse on the second floor, Wen Jianyan was not sure if the accident on the second floor would happen again if he stayed here for too long.

"."

Tangerine shrugged and turned.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, raised her hand, and lightly threw the canvas to Wen Jianyan:

"Here."

"...!"

Wen Jianyan consciously raised his hand to grab the canvas that was coming towards him, stared blankly, and looked up at Tangerine not far away.

"This prop is dirty, so I don't want it," Ju Tang curled her lips in disgust, "I'll give it to you."

Wen Jianyan was taken aback for a moment, then bent his eyes, smiled slightly, and put away the canvas without hesitation:

"Really, thank you Captain."

The other party thanked him with a smile, as if he had seen through everything, but he didn't expose it, and just took advantage of the situation and continued to pick it up.

"…cut."

Ju Tang stared at the other person's expression, turned around unhappily, "Let's go."

The three returned to the West Room, and sat on the red bench holding hands for the first time. Soon, darkness spread from all directions, suppressing the light of the oil lamp.

When the darkness dissipated, a familiar scene appeared in front of them again.

They went back to the store.

"Captain!" The team members stared in surprise at the three of Jutang who suddenly appeared on the bench, "Are you all okay, is everything going well?"

"Well."

Ju Tang shrugged noncommittally, jumped from the bench, and extinguished the spare oil lamp in his hand, "How is Wu Ya?"

"Lying here, just waking up."

The team members pointed in the direction of the counter.

Wu Ya was sitting with his back against the counter, his face was miserable, his hands were a horrible black, both arms seemed to be rotten, but under the effect of the oil lamp above his head, the seemingly terrifying color The "color" is slowly dissipating, although it is not obvious, but the skin on the hands is gradually returning to normal, it can be regarded as basically out of danger, as long as he is given a little time, he should be able to fully recover.

Inside the counter, Mu Sen, who had never said a word, stood still, staring at Wen Jianyan who was standing behind Tangerine.

I have to say that after seeing the other party come out of the first painting alive, he was somewhat disappointed.

No, it was more shocking.

Mu Sen knew that the danger that Ju Tang and the others encountered in that painting was several times that of the store, and he was not surprised that Ju Tang survived, but Mu Sen felt divided when none of the three survived. surprised.

It's fine as usual, but this time, his card face is the fiercest of evils.

Looking at Wen Jianyan not far away, Mu Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression uncertain.

Could it be that…

Was the problem with his cards last time actually caused by this person?

As if feeling the gloomy gaze from Mu Sen, the girl looked in this direction, pursed her lips and smiled, looking very amiable.

Mu Sen looked back blankly.

In the palm covered by the bandage, something was agitating and protruding, as if a worm was wriggling, but under his suppression, these eager to move protrusions gradually settled down, and did not try to drill out.

If this is the case, then this **** cannot die for the time being.

Mu Sen took a deep breath, lowered his head, and forced himself to suppress his killing intent.

The cards on this level were too dangerous, and his desire to live was so strong that it surpassed any other emotions.

Since the opponent can break the game once, they might be able to break the game a second time.

He narrowed his eyes.

Anyway, his own eggs are still living in the opponent's body, and it won't be too late to do it after everything is over.

"While we were gone, what happened to the second painting?"

Tangerine asked.

The team members shook their heads: "Not yet."

Ju Tang nodded, and came to the second painting marked by Wu Ya.

The scene in this painting is much smaller than the previous one. In the gloomy and narrow room, a scarlet bed is placed in the center, and two shadows stand beside the bed, one on the left and one on the right, as if He looked down at the bed.

A figure sat upright on the bed with his hands folded, as if he was holding something in the void.

The whole scene looked eerie and unsettling.

And this identical red "red" wooden bed is hanging at the end of the shop at the moment.

"Chun Er, Yun Si, this time you two will come in with me."

Jutang wanted to think about it, and named out the names of the two teammates.

The two people whose names were called nodded and had no objection to Jutang's decision, they all stood up and followed.

Although this decision may seem random, it is clearly a careful consideration.

Entering the painting for the first time, Tangerine brings Wen Jianyan who seems to know the world inside the painting, and Acropolis who can find out the crisis of death, in order to "find out" the information.

After understanding the method of entering and exiting the world in the painting, the mechanism of the curse, and the judgment of the source props of the curse, and "finding out" the necessary information, this time, Ju Tang chose two high-aggression anchors to bring into the painting The world is obviously ready to seize the time and make a quick decision.

Wen Jianyan couldn't wish for this long-lost chance to rest.

Wen Jianyan has been really tired since he entered the [Changsheng Mansion] dungeon. Although the previous dungeons were not easy, this dungeon can be regarded as a short life for him.

In order to maintain Su Cheng's setting of "the strongest prophet", after entering this dungeon, Wen Jianyan must listen to all sides, see all directions, and "find out" the rules of the dungeon before everyone else, relying on his own brain Create the illusion of "prophecy".

From the very beginning, Wen Jianyan didn't relax even once, his mind was always tense, and every time he encountered a store with the highest level of danger, he felt that he was almost mentally weak.

But this time, he was finally able to rest for a while.

Wen Jianyan couldn't be happier about this.

Soon, the three of them came to the red wooden bed, imitating what was in the painting, one sat on the bed, and the two stood by the bed.

The bottomless darkness emerged from all sides of the shop, suppressing the lights of the oil lamps.

After the darkness dissipated, the figures of the three of them disappeared on the scarlet wooden bed. Obviously, they entered the second painting just like before.

The oil lamp shook slightly, illuminating the suddenly empty shop. After the three of Ju Tang left, there were only four people left in the shop.

Acropolis, Wu Ya, Mu Sen, Wen Jianyan.

Wu Ya has regained his physical strength. With a straight face, he supported the counter next to him and stood up. He waved away the Acropolis and tried to support his hand, shook his head, and said:

"No, I already have too many."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at the people in front of him: "It shouldn't be long before the curse of the second painting will appear, so get ready."

Although the curse of the second painting has not erupted yet, the shop is not completely safe. It is unlikely that Ju Tang and the others will find the source props before the curse erupts. Therefore, the team members who stay in the shop must deal with death at any time. Threat preparation.

What's more... There is a worse potential threat here.

third painting.

Generally speaking, the quality of ghost coins is closely related to the difficulty of the attack.

The first two customers brought ordinary ghost coins, and only the third customer brought scarlet ghost coins. That is to say, the third wave of attacks was more dangerous than the first two waves.

Due to the limited range of Wu Ya's glutinous rice flour spreading, they have not been able to locate the third painting until now. They don't know what form its curse will take and when it will erupt.

It is like a time bomb that does not know when it will explode, hanging high above everyone's heads, making people feel extra suffocated and uneasy, just like walking on fragile ice.

And this is why orange sugar is a quick fix.

Only by quickly solving the second painting can they save their energy and find and deal with the curse in the third painting, otherwise, they are likely to fall into the horrible situation of being attacked by the curses from the two paintings at the same time.

Weicheng nodded and agreed with Wu Ya's judgment:

"I think so."

After a brief discussion, they finally reached an agreement.

Wu Yashou stood in front of the second painting, staring at the contents of the painting all the time. Mu Sen and Wen Jianyan, who were the prophets, moved freely in the shop, looking for the third painting, while Acropolis stood by and waited for orders. Prevent sudden death threats that can take away people in the store.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"I said... this side has completely believed in the anchor's role as a prophet!"

"Hahahahaha yes, perfectly blended into belongs to yes."

"Speaking of which, the anchor's affinity is high. Although it is true that the cause of the curse can be solved quickly, I really did not expect that Tangerine Tang would dare to let him stay in the store like this. It was only a short-term cooperation. That's all!"

"I have to say, the "confuse" of this deception is indeed too strong, whether it is the face or the action... they are all reliable."

"really."

"really."

Wen Jianyan walked around the shop, looking at the paintings in front of him, and carefully sizing up the contents of the paintings.

The already fair side face was painted with a light golden layer by the light of the oil lamp. For some reason, it seemed to become paler than before, almost looking a little fragile, and the pace gradually slowed down, as if a little physically weak.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and looked down at his left hand.

In the first painting just now, Wen Jianyan used this hand to grab the palm of the corpse.

Under the light of the oil lamp, his palm showed a strange blue color, with black and purple corpse spots on it. Even though he was standing within the range covered by the oil lamp, the traces of being touched by the corpse did not disappear. , and even slowly spreading outward.

Before doing it, Wen Jianyan had predicted this result.

After the "customer" comes, the curse that appears in the store is reversible. As long as the source of the curse is taken away and the situation is within the range covered by the oil lamp, the situation will disappear.

However, this time it was different.

This time they had direct physical contact with the strange corpse, exactly the same as when Zhang Yu was on the first floor. If left unattended, the body would be gradually eroded by the curse until it finally turned into a rotting corpse.

No, since she already knew how to recover, Wen Jianyan didn't care too much.

Although the process of igniting the red lamp oil may be dangerous, it is not an unsolvable dead end after all, and there is still a long time before the curse erupts, enough for him to finish what he should do.

As for Tangerine Tang, who was also cursed, Wen Jianyan was even less worried.

They have already obtained the red "underworld coin" on this floor. As long as they can successfully survive the third floor and enter the first floor, they can get the red "" corpse oil through the box. With the quality that the orange sugar team has shown so far Wen Jianyan didn't think they would be unable to figure out how to use lamp oil, and it might even be easier than them to deal with it.

Watching the gradually spreading corpse spots on his palm, Wen Jianyan had no superfluous expression on his face, and calmly looked away.

Although I have been mentally prepared, the feeling of personal experience is still different.

As time went by, he could clearly feel that cold and chilly feeling spreading, as if something was swallowing his vitality under the skin.

His fingertips became cold and numb, his body temperature was gradually losing, and his mind became dizzy.

Wen Jianyan frowned, supported the wall, and shook his head slightly, his face rarely showed a sort of paleness that matched his slender appearance.

At this moment, Wu Ya's voice suddenly sounded, with a sense of urgency:

"Look, the painting has changed!"

Several people were startled, followed his guidance, and looked towards the painting one after another.

In the gloomy picture, the two shadows still stood fixedly in place, looking down at the scarlet bed, and the one in the center, the one sitting on the bed, had the same miserable face as before. It became clear and gradually familiar faces emerged...

Amber eyes, pale face, beautiful facial features.

The person in the painting is facing Wen Jianyan's face, the corners of his lips are strangely curved upwards, and he shows a stiff and malicious smile towards the people outside the picture.

Even though she knew that the person in the painting was not herself, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but stand on end when she saw this picture.

"It seems that this time you are the agent of the curse invasion." Wu Ya looked solemn, turned to look at Wen Jianyan, and recounted what happened to her just now with the fastest speaking speed: "In short , I was almost like this just now, do you see anything that others can't see, and hear voices that others hear?"

"Not yet—"

Before Wen Jianyan finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his arm suddenly fell, as if something cold and heavy suddenly climbed up.

The rest of the words were stuck in the throat, not going on.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stiffly and slowly lowered his head, looking into his arms.

A looming baby figure slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

The child's body was blue and black, covered with corpse spots, exuding a strange aura, its face was completely empty, just like the corpse in the previous painting, with no facial features, no ups and downs, just empty "Dang's miserable skin, but for some reason, Wen Jianyan could clearly hear the crying of the child.

"Whoa - whoa - whoa -"

The voice was sharp and piercing, monotonous and mechanical, like a dying cat meowing, terrifying and full of malice.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

It's not the same copy, but...

Why every time the role of male mother is me!

Is there any metaphysics here!

No, the corpse of the child in this dungeon is far more terrifying than the ghost baby in the dungeon of [Fukang Hospital].

In [Changsheng Mansion], all the corpses are insane, emotionless, and unable to communicate. Naturally, they cannot be deceived and tamed. They are just the embodiment of a horrible death mechanism. Unless they are stopped, they will only be endless The curse was released outward until everyone was killed.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Wu Ya's expression was tense and he looked around, "like crying."

"Yes, I heard it." Acropolis looked solemn, "Quick! Back up, let's go back to the counter!"

Saying that, the three of them backed up quickly, retreating towards the area shrouded in oil lamps.

Wen Jianyan's head buzzed.

The cold feeling spread instantly from the place of contact, and every cry was extremely penetrating. He felt that his sanity seemed to be erased bit by bit, and his thinking was gradually lost along with the crying, his arms were stiff, like It is the loss of the ability to act independently.

It's like... turning into a corpse.

As Wu Ya just said, the feeling of being an intrusion medium is exactly the same.

In front of the counter, the oil lamp was beating violently, making a crackling sound.

The three stood in the area shrouded in light, watching Wen Jianyan not far away warily.

The girl stood upright on the spot, with her head slightly lowered, her long, soft, dark hair covering her eyes, her arms in a rigid posture, her arms filled with nothingness, as if she was holding something that could not be seen .

Like a puppet on a string, she spread her legs and slowly walked forward step by step.

The shadow in her arms wailed monotonously and piercingly, creating some kind of terrifying death curse, only in the small space shrouded in oil lamps could it barely survive.

"What should I do next?"

Acropolis asked in a low voice.

"We can only wait until the captain obtains the cursed item from the source, and the crisis will be resolved." Wu Ya said solemnly.

"Then she..."

Acropolis looked at the girl not far away, recalling that in the world in the painting just now, the other party's calm and rational, even tough posture, showed a trace of unbearable and hesitant on his face.

"She should have lost consciousness now, just like me just now." Wu Ya replied, "Don't worry too much, as long as the captain finds the source in time in the world in the painting, there will be no danger, and everything will return to normal soon."

"..."

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, her gaze fell on the corpse of the child in her arms.

He could feel that his limbs and movements were all out of control, being pulled and pulled by some invisible force, moving on its own, making stiff movements.

However, the strange thing is that although he was dizzy, he did not completely lose consciousness as Wu Ya said.

He could even vaguely hear the conversations of several people outside, as well as discussions about his current state.

strangeness…

what happened?

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan heard the familiar system sound.

【Ding! Congratulations to host Wen Jianyan for activating the qualification to wear the title! 】

[The title of Mother of the World has been worn]

[Detailed introduction: For child-shaped ghost monsters, etc., gain a certain resistance (more functions to be unlocked)]

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Oooo!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Finally unlocked the title!!"

"Hahahahaha! I predicted it in the last dungeon! When the anchor activated the poem-level props last time, it was a sign that the title was unlocked! I just didn't expect it to be activated in one dungeon. This progress is worth one. Get five books from other anchors!"

"I knew it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"Laughing to death, Wen Jianyan, forever male mother!"

In terms of titles, although Wen Jianyan was conscious, his actions were still uncontrollable. Holding the child's body in his arms, he walked forward stiffly step by step.

Several other people stood inside the oil lamp, watching him vigilantly, ready to take action.

They knew that if Jutang didn't get the props from the source of the curse, they would do a lot outside, but nothing would help.

The key to breaking the game is the team that enters the picture.

Although the situation is tense, it is not too difficult for them, as long as they delay the time and try their best to save their lives before the captain succeeds.

Several people took a deep breath and prepared to deal with it with all their strength.

Sudden…

"Tick tock."

The sound of water dripping suddenly resounded in the huge shop, actually piercing through the crying of the baby, and directly entering the ears of everyone, it was clear and fresh.

"...!"

The three of them were startled, turned their heads consciously, and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Tick tock."

Yes.

A drop of scarlet and viscous blood fell from the ceiling and fell to the ground, forming a small puddle.

"Tick tock."

Almost instantly, everyone immediately realized what was happening in front of their eyes.

It seems that the sequence of the curse outbreak is traceable.

The first customer enters the store, purchases the goods, and leaves, after which the second customer enters the store, followed by the third customer.

Obviously, this time sequence corresponds to the outbreak of the curse one by one.

There is a long interval between the outbreak of the curse in the first painting and the outbreak of the curse in the second painting, and the interval between the second and third is like the interval between customers coming to the store. short.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The sound of blood dripping began to speed up.

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly because of the horror, the sweat was standing on end, and goosebumps formed layer by layer, as if trapped in a frozen lake, cold from head to toe.

Oops.

This is the worst they could have expected.

Before Ju Tang finished the second painting, the curse of the third painting had already arrived.

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