Chapter 244

Changsheng Building, fourth floor.

The interior of the building is gray and not dark. In the gloomy gray fog, one can vaguely see the structures of several other floors that are very similar but not identical.

In the corridor on the fourth floor, there are two extinguished lanterns hanging outside the doors of each shop. It seems that the lights are not on because the time has not yet arrived.

More importantly, on the fourth floor, there is only one store in each direction from east to west, north to south.

In other words, on the fourth floor, there are only four shops to choose from. If the number of teams entering this floor exceeds "4", then a special fight must be carried out.

And in this layer, it is exactly this kind of drama that appears.

[Changsheng Building] In the dungeon live broadcast hall:

"Oh! This is the first time I have seen such a situation in the Changsheng Building!"

"There are more than four teams entering the fourth floor. I have watched this dungeon so many times, and this is the first time I have seen it. It seems that the overall quality of the anchor this time is really good."

"Or... Maybe it's because the pit with the highest difficulty was stepped on by the same unlucky guy."

"..."

"..."

"Good reason, completely refute it."

As soon as the orange candy team left the third floor, they were blocked at the entrance to the fourth floor.

Qi Qian who had been revived, Zhang Yu nursery rhyme who had recovered, and An Xin Sucheng who shared the same hatred, a whole killing team blocked the entrance of the building.

"Treat another person with one's own." Su Cheng smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "This is what you taught me."

A flaming arrow emerged from An Xin's palm, aiming fiercely at the team in front of him:

"Where's Wen Wen?"

"She's still here!"

"—?!"

Seeing the familiar voice ringing close to her ears, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but startled, and stopped struggling.

Under the stress, the young man was still panting fiercely, his chest was violently heaving up and down, his limbs and body were tense, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme.

Through the red cloth, one could vaguely see the outline of his facial features, his moist and hot breath was covered in front of his mouth and nose, his lips opened and closed, his hoarse voice was muffled in a small space, his trembling throat rolled up and down, With a little panic that has not dissipated, he asked in a low voice with uncertainty:

"Witch Candle?"

The space inside the paper sedan chair was not large, and the bodies of two adult men were stuffed into it, making it extremely cramped and cramped.

Wu Zhu lowered his head.

The black and cold hair flowed down his shoulders, fell on Wen Jianyan's body, and tightly closed the two people who were close together.

Wen Jianyan raised her head, and in the open scarlet wedding dress, a small piece of sweaty skin was exposed, with messy silver hair sticking to it.

Wu Zhu pressed Wen Jianyan, his eyes fell on the right throat, and he responded coldly.

"…Um."

"Fucking... scared me."

Upon receiving the right response, Wen Jianyan let out a long sigh of relief.

In the dungeon of [Prosperity Building], the horror index is upgraded layer by layer. This terrifying sense of dangerous escalation is the most obvious among all the dungeons he has encountered so far.

Here, no matter the degree of terror or the level of danger, they will all be superimposed step by step over time.

Like dominoes, when the first piece of dominoes is overthrown, it will bring about a cursed chain reaction. One after another, the escalating terrorist incidents are enough to "push" a normal human being to the limit.

What's more, Wen Jianyan's path is probably the most dangerous one in the entire dungeon, among the anchors.

If we say that the teammate was okay at the beginning...

However, as he entered the third painting carrying the curse, Wen Jianyan became completely alone, and embarked on a road that perhaps he had never taken before, walking alone in the deadly darkness, surrounded by marginalized people. Horror and danger, even Wen Jianyan, who is good at hiding emotions and restraining his instinctive reactions, is overwhelmed by this powerful sense of fear when facing this endless darkness.

And the appearance of Wu Zhu's well-known hole is no less than sending charcoal in a timely manner.

Although he is not human, compared with other corpses in [Changsheng Building], even Wu Zhu, whom he has never been used to, seems much more pleasing to the eye.

The young man's tense and stiff limbs softened, as if he was alive after a catastrophe, and he pressed his forehead heavily on the right shoulder as if he lost his strength.

This time, it was Wu Zhu's turn to tense up.

Right's forehead rested on his shoulder, it wasn't heavy, but he ignored it accidentally.

"..."

Strange.

Some kind of strange hunger and thirst ignited again, but each time in the past was subtly different, faint, dark, and that kind of uncontrollable strangeness made Wu Zhu himself feel anxious.

He frowned, lowered his head, and looked at the young man in his arms.

The red veil looked a little messy during the struggle just now, and it hung forward slightly, revealing the young man's half neck, and the soft silver hair was messy , a short section of white and slender neck still seeped fine sweat, the red neckline was open, and the thin and thin lines of the neck were bent, winding towards the depth of the collar, and a small piece of back was faintly visible.

Hot.

That small piece of skin seems to be very suitable for imprinting a tooth mark.

Take a small piece of flesh, grind it between your teeth until you taste the taste of blood, and then greedily and happily "lick" it with your tongue.

In my mind, such a picture flashed clearly, as if it really happened.

Staring at the human beings who were close at hand, Wu Zhu's golden "color" eyes were filled with dark tides, and he subconsciously increased the force under his palms.

For some unknown reason, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if he was being scrutinized by some dangerous existence.

It's a pity that the red hijab still covered his eyes, blocking his sight, and his hot and humid breathing was stuffed under the hijab, so he couldn't see clearly. In the darkness, his five senses became more acute and clear.

The only thing that was clear...was the fact that his physical restraints seemed to be increasing, and neglected more and more.

"…Well."

Wen Jianyan frowned and groaned.

"Hello,"

The instinct to deal with danger rang in his mind, causing Wen Jianyan to retreat subconsciously, saying:

"You should let me go now."

"..."

Sora was silent for a few seconds.

The atmosphere seemed odd.

Wen Jianyan collected himself and was about to open his mouth to say something more, but in the next second, he felt the dark ropes binding his limbs and torso gradually dissipate.

Be let loose?

He froze for a moment.

"..."

Wen Jianyan rubbed her wrist, and looked forward as if in a position, but in the darkness, with a thin cloth handkerchief, she couldn't see anything clearly.

There was silence on Wu Zhu's side, and he didn't seem to respond to his plan.

…never mind.

Wen Jianyan shrugged, put aside the weird feeling just now, and got straight to the point: "We have left the copy of Changsheng Mansion now, haven't we?"

After calming down, Wen Jianyan quickly integrated all the clues in his mind.

First of all, there is the existence of [the third painting], its dimension is obviously higher than that of the other paintings, otherwise, there would not be candles, which are very similar to lamp oil, in the painting, and lamp oil is needed in Changsheng Building. It is a precious tool that can only be obtained by exchanging, but the candle can be obtained directly in the third picture.

This is definitely not an accident.

In other words, the courtyard house in the third painting is likely to be close to the same level as the Changsheng Building.

And the path that extends from this painting leads to a place... is definitely not ordinary.

This is also reflected in other details.

First of all, it is the disappearance of [Appearance].

Except for his talent, the live streaming world and the system store have all turned gray... This represents the weakening of Nightmare's control, and this is really familiar to Wen Jianyan. I have seen such a situation in the darkness of the candle.

The third and more important point is [Witch Candle] himself.

He is entity.

In the dungeon controlled by the Nightmare live broadcast room, Wu Zhu is subject to great restrictions. He appears almost normally, and can only exert influence on the dungeon through the mirror dream. Just now, Wen Jianyan arrived The displeasure and muffled grunt of Yee when he was hit by his own punch meant that Yee existed as a substance in this space.

After eliminating the impossible options, this is the only remaining possible explanation—

That is, strictly speaking, they are no longer in the "copy" of the normal concept.

"right."

Through the red hijab, Wu Zhu's deep and calm voice agreed with Wen Jianyan's conjecture lightly.

really.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes.

If an analogy is made, it is more like being in the [Ducai Middle School] dungeon. He accidentally entered the [Mr. Mirror], which is neither completely out of the dungeon nor counted in the dungeon. in the gap between the two.

Precisely…

There are many details in the copy of Changsheng Building that Wen Jianyan can't help making divergent associations.

And the most critical of them is the red-clothed female corpse on the second floor.

It is "trapped" inside the mirror.

After leaving the mirror, it did not disappear, but came to the third floor as a "customer" and entered the store to "purchase"...

one time.

Wen Jianyan was startled, as if he suddenly realized something.

Buy?

What did you buy?

In an instant, a thought that made his hair stand on end crossed his mind, and Wen Jianyan couldn't help but freeze in place.

On the first floor of Changsheng Building, the "customers" who enter the store are invisible. When they buy goods, the light of the oil lamp is dimmed, and ghost coins appear on the table.

And starting from the second floor, when purchasing goods, "customers" only get their hands on it.

The palm of the blue-black person appeared on the counter, and after leaving the ghost coin, it slowly retreated into the darkness.

The products purchased by customers on the first floor are "clothes" worn by plastic models.

That is, human skin.

The products on the second floor are radios and televisions, but this is just a disguise on the watch.

And the real appearance of these commodities exists in the world inside the mirror, that is, the row of human heads on the shelves. The commodities purchased by the "customer" are exactly some of the existences in these heads.

The radio unleashes curses through sound, and the key tool in the second wave of attacks acquired by nursery rhymes is the eyeball.

Then, the products on the second floor are actually "vision" and "feeling".

The products on the third floor can also be analogized.

Whether it is the male corpse covered in oil canvas in the first painting, the child corpse with a face in the second painting, or the female corpse with a red pagoda face in the third painting, the key word is "face".

That is to say, the commodity on this floor is "hole".

If his guess is correct, then the dungeon of [Changsheng Building] is actually the process in which those "customers" put themselves together by buying pieces!

Wen Jianyan's hairs stood on end.

In the same way, a question that he had always wanted to know before, but never got an answer to, also had a clue.

The "task" Wu Zhu gave him was to pass through the next dungeon, that is, to enter the fifth floor of the Changsheng Building.

As for the Nightmare studio, although he didn't directly explain it to Wen Jianyan, according to its distribution mechanism, Wen Jianyan can be sure that the next dungeon he enters must be in line with its goal of the next stage—"re-suppression" "Witch Candle" off.

So, what is so special about this dungeon of [Changsheng Building]? So much so that it became the key goal of the double competition?

Wen Jianyan was inspired by the female corpse in red on the second floor of the "customer" mechanism.

They are all broken pieces,

In other words... this dungeon is closely related to Wu Candle's current broken state.

It can not only divide a certain terrifying existence into different fragments and trap them in different worlds, but also allow those terrifying existences to piece themselves together bit by bit.

Does it sound familiar?

Isn't this exactly what Wu Zhu has been doing from the beginning to now?

If it can be inferred, then there is a high probability that the fifth floor of [Changsheng Building] has a very critical existence-it can not only cut the horrible corpses apart, but also make them bridge each other.

Nightmare needs to resplit Witch Candle, and Witch Candle needs to make himself whole.

This may be why Nightmare gave Wen Jianyan the worst luck and the most terrifying test, while at the same time providing him with the privilege of "no".

probably because…

It also requires Wen Jianyan to enter the fifth floor.

And the fifth floor is not an existence that ordinary people can enter casually.

The scarlet paper sedan chair swayed, and the sound of dense footsteps "da da da da" came from outside the sedan chair, echoing in the marginal darkness.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, collected himself, and continued to ask:

"If the sedan chair continues to move forward...is it the fifth floor of Changsheng Building?"

"yes."

Wu Zhu said.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

really.

By accident, he unexpectedly skipped the middle layer for no reason, and directly entered the most core space of the entire dungeon!

Wu Zhu: "However, now is still the time to go in."

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

If everything he inferred was the same, then Qian was Wu Zhu's real destination, so why did he say this?

unless…

Wen Jianyan's heart sank slightly, as if he suddenly thought of something.

There is another interpretation of the "no privilege" provided by Nightmare.

The fifth layer is not an existence that ordinary people can enter casually.

In other words -

The fifth floor is not a place that humans can enter "alive".

According to the way he entered it, it can be judged that if he wants to skip the fourth floor and directly enter the fifth floor, he needs to replace the face in the portrait and become the corpse in the third painting.

Of course, the price is also great.

"If you enter through this road, you will be kept inside forever."

Wu Zhu bent down, put one hand into the red hijab, wrapped his cold fingers around the young man's jaw, rubbed it with his fingertips, and said in a low voice:

"But don't forget our deal."

"you belong With Me."

Yes's voice is still cold and calm, but when he utters this sentence, there is a bit of dark, dark desire in the end.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that in this narrow paper sedan chair, the distance between the two had been shortened to the limit, their bodies overlapped, even if they were just breathing normally, their crouching chests would touch the pair of icy cold. body.

He couldn't help but stepped back a little, but his back hit the inner wall of the paper sedan chair.

There is a place to return.

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan replied as calmly as possible, letting her hold her jaw and lift her hole.

"If you don't want to stay here forever, you have to go upstairs through another road."

The man's voice rang close to his ears, and one hand was pressed on Wen Jianyan's lower back, along the hollow of the spine, and finally landed on the back of his neck.

From the very beginning, Wu Zhu already wanted to do this.

He slowly stroked the warm and delicate back of the young man's neck, feeling the slight trembling and shivering on the skin, like a beast biting the throat of its prey, enjoying every little bit of movement from the prey in its mouth—then, As soon as he caught it with two fingers, a struggling spider appeared in Wu Zhu's palm.

Wu Zhu's fingertips fluttered lightly.

"squeak-"

That ugly, dirty bug that came from another man's body, after making a miserable scream, was easily crushed by Wu Zhu in his hand.

As a result, all the strange smells on Wen Jianyan's body disappeared and were covered by his own smell marks.

Wu Zhu was finally in a happy mood.

He lowered his head and stared at the human being imprisoned in his arms.

The young man's head was forced up, and the back of his head was pressed against the inner wall of the paper sedan chair. The scarlet hijab was tilted, revealing half of his face.

On the white chin, there are still light red round finger marks, which are the marks left by Wu Zhu just now.

The tip of his nose was cold, and his breath was moist and rapid, and he exhaled into his palm.

Warm, crispy and numb.

"..."

Those memory paintings from the soul fragments were broken and messy, full of annoying out-of-control weirdness, so they were suppressed and sealed by him.

However, even though they were suppressed, those paintings never really dissipated for some reason, they appeared from time to time like a gangrene, making Wu Zhu very disgusted and annoyed.

like now.

Obviously hungry, but for no reason, Wu Zhu's eyes fell on the right lips involuntarily.

...the memory.

The plump lower lip is light in blood, slightly opened due to suffocation, revealing the crimson moist mucous membrane, the tip of the light tongue resting on the snow-white teeth, trembling slightly in the dark, like The soft and fragile heart of the mussels shone with a faint wet light.

I want to eat and see.

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