Chapter 250

Wen Jianyan's words fell to the ground, and there was only dead silence in the dark room.

The rest of the people stared at him, with different expressions in their eyes. The push Wen Jianyan just said had no reason at all, and there was a sense of jump that they couldn't understand. It was like skipping a few steps, unlike It's reasoning, but it's like a bold imagination born out of thin air, but...

Although they were far behind Wen Jianyan in terms of exploring the dungeon and revealing the deep rules, as senior anchors, they were all very sensitive to clues.

Wen Jianyan just said how the knot came about, but in the big frame of the copy of Changsheng Building, it seems very reasonable.

"..." Tangerine Tang narrowed her eyes, and suddenly sneered, "A prophecy?"

Qi Qian and the others were taken aback, and turned their heads to look over.

They didn't know that Wen Jianyan lied to Orange Candy and said that he was a prophet. After hearing Orange Candy's specious emotion, they couldn't help but showed a puzzled expression, as if they couldn't explain why the other party's emotion came from. Where did it come from.

And Tangerine Candy didn't follow this topic, but fell into silence again.

Qi Qian paused, looked at Wen Jianyan again, and asked:

"You mean that the incense we got from the donation box is actually the food purchased by the 'customers' on the fourth floor, right?"

"Perhaps." Wen Jianyan paused, and immediately agreed with the other party's guess.

After all, the operating rules of the fourth layer are far from those of the first three layers.

In the first three floors, there are already corresponding products in the store. When "customers" enter and buy products, the vacancy left is automatically filled by the source of the curse. Although the goods sold on each floor are different, but the deep The rules of operation are much the same.

Although the anchors don't know what the specific curse content of each layer is and where the curse comes from, at least they know the general process, even if they encounter danger beyond the routine, they also know the general direction of their efforts.

Can be four floors…

But it completely broke this rule.

First of all, there are no real "goods" in the store, so the so-called curse naturally begins.

After the disappearance of this most basic point, the entire set of rules of conduct based on it has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The purpose of incense, the food that "customers" need, and the dangers that "customers" will bring after getting the food... These issues are all mysteries to Wen Jianyan.

Maybe they have to meet a customer before they can come up with an answer.

However, before that, Wen Jianyan had another question to ask.

He looked at the two teams in front of him and asked, "How many incense sticks do you have on hand now?"

Qi Qian: "I have one here."

Tangerine Candy also raised a finger.

This is a bit troublesome.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly and lowered his eyes.

Although the rules of "Curse" have changed, as the frame of the instance outside the store, the way of going upstairs of the instance of [Changsheng Building] should be fixed.

That is, as long as enough turnover is collected, you will go to the next level.

That being the case, the ghost coin he got in the stairwell should also be counted as a transaction.

From the fourth floor to the fifth floor, four coins should be needed.

He has one in his hand, so they need to receive at least three customers next, but they only have two sticks of incense in hand, that is to say, no matter what, they all lack one stick of incense to "sacrifice".

The rest of the people also realized this problem and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Zhang Yu's nervous voice came from outside: "Team! You better come out!"

Although his voice was calm, the seriousness and tension in his voice couldn't be concealed, which made everyone in the dark room tremble.

Several people looked at each other: "Go, go out and have a look."

They took the incense burner on the table and walked quickly towards the dark room.

Inside the shop, oil lamps were dimly lit.

In the center of the huge empty space, four sets of bright red wooden tables and chairs are lined up neatly, as if waiting for the arrival of customers.

In order to prevent the light from being transmitted to the outside, the blocking props were firmly attached to the door, leaving no gaps.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the temperature in the room is lower and the light is getting dimmer.

"What's going on?" Qi Qian asked.

Zhang Yu's brows were tightly frowned, he opened his mouth, and his voice was interrupted by an external voice—

"Knock, knock, knock."

The knock on the door was soft, but very clear.

"!"

Everyone was shocked, and they all looked in the direction of the sound.

It's the door of the shop.

Something is knocking on the door.

"Zhang Yu," Qi Qian's pupils shrank, "What's going on?"

Zhang Yu: "It rang suddenly a minute ago. After hearing the knock on the door, I immediately called for you to come. This is the second sound—"

Before he finished speaking—"Knock, knock, knock."

Three more beeps.

It seems to be very polite, but if you have the heart to calculate, you will realize that the rhythm between each knock on the door is as precise as calculated by a machine, stiff, rigid, without any emotion, and there are any errors.

In other words, it was not a person knocking on the door, but a corpse.

Moreover, compared with the last knock on the door this time, the interval between the knocks was shortened.

It's like someone is urging you outside.

After realizing this, in an instant, a bone-chilling chill hit from the back of his head.

"It's a customer," Qi Qian asked with an ugly expression, lowering his voice, "Have you really blocked every dead corner on the door?"

Zhang Yu gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Of course."

Wen Jianyan said at this moment: "This is not our problem."

[Changsheng Building] This dungeon is a time-limited dungeon, and now there are less than three hours left before the end of the dungeon, that is to say, as long as you survive these three hours, even if you don't make much progress, you can leave alive.

As a team book that can eliminate the anchor team at any time, "delaying time" is naturally not considered, but this is only based on the premise of [normal process].

As the number of floors increases, the difficulty increases. It may be the wisest decision to stay on a certain floor and not move forward.

If each anchor team estimates that their own strength is not enough, and other teams are estimated to be too strong, then they probably all make the same choice——

Block the glass doors in their respective stores so that they do not become target stores.

As long as a team enters the fifth floor, they will not die.

It's a pity that the instance of [Changsheng Building] is too ruthless.

Don't leave any loopholes for the anchor at all.

"Do you remember the lanterns hanging in front of the shop?" Wen Jianyan said.

Hearing this, several people were startled.

The fourth floor is different from the other floors. There are two dusty lanterns hanging at the door of every shop on the fourth floor. Although they don't know where the lanterns came from, Wen Jianyan knows it—on the third floor on the third floor. There are such lanterns hanging at the gate of the courtyard in the painting.

Obviously, with the rise of the number of floors, the pattern of Changsheng Building is getting closer to the courtyard, and this prop only appears at the entrance.

In such a dungeon, any props exist for a reason.

"You mean..." Weicheng was startled, and said, "If we try to avoid risks, and the hours are closed, the lantern at the door will automatically light up to attract customers for us?"

"Looking at it like this, it probably is."

Wen Jianyan sighed and replied.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The knock on the door sounded again, and each knock hit people's hearts, making people tremble.

"Although there are many problems to be clarified, we must now receive the first customer," Qi Qian narrowed his eyes and said cautiously, "Do you remember the lessons from the first floor?"

If the open shops refuse to open, what awaits them is a certain death.

"The solution, just take one step at a time." An Xin sighed, and nodded in agreement with Qi Qian.

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan, handed him the unlit incense in his hand, and said quickly:

"Since you are the one who put forward this theory, the specific operation will be left to you," he said, looking at the orange candy team, "Are you interested?"

Tangerine Candy shrugged apprehensively, acquiescing to this.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, nodded, and took the incense from Qi Qian's hand.

Although he also has the same heart now, he only wants to drive ducks to the shelves. Based on his previous experience, he bites the bullet and continues to do it.

He lowered his head and looked at the incense burner in his hand.

The censer is full of ashes, with any remaining fragments of broken incense.

He did not light the incense in the business from the third floor to the fourth floor, but the incense burner originally came from the painting of the female corpse in red, and it was a remnant after it was enshrined—obviously, far more than one person enshrined it. There are three sticks of incense, or there can't be so many burnt incense sticks left.

This is the first offering, and lighting may still be necessary.

In addition, Wen Jianyan used red candles in the stairwell. If he wanted to be strict, he should use them this time. However, after thinking for a long time, he chose to take out the candles.

After all, in the third painting, there are red "red" candles on the candlestick near the incense burner, but only white "candles". In addition, in the stairwell, Wen Jianyan extinguished the red "red" candles. Candles also prevent shadows from approaching, which means that red candles may not be necessary in the entire offering.

So... what he is doing now is only the most basic and conservative operation.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, inserted the incense in her hand into the incense burner, and then placed the incense burner on the red table closest to the counter.

He lit the incense.

A bright red flame lit up at the top of the incense.

Thin green smoke curled up, followed by a dark, sweet fragrance, as if a trace of blood was mixed in, it made one's head dizzy after smelling too much.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The knock on the door sounded again, this time, the sound became more urgent, as if chasing after the soul, exuding an ominous atmosphere.

"chi chi—"

As if affected by some kind of power, the light beam of the oil lamp began to dance violently.

Wen Jianyan's expression froze: "Quick, go behind the counter."

As he spoke, he retreated as fast as he could.

A group of people moved quickly and squeezed together behind the narrow counter.

After making all preparations, the team members responsible for blocking the door opened the live broadcast interface and canceled the props they were using.

In an instant, all the barriers on the glass door disappeared, the light inside the store clearly seeped out, and the darkness outside also flowed in without any hindrance.

"..."

Wen Jianyan held his breath, subconsciously tightened his body, there was a dead silence in his ears, only the sound of his heart beating wildly, like a drum beating.

Like the dead silence before a storm, this moment is fleeting.

The hoarse sound of the door shaft turning sounded in the shop.

"Ringling—"

The copper bell hanging on the door swayed, making a crisp and monotonous sound, as if announcing the arrival of the **** of death.

The customer has arrived.

Shaped darkness swept in, the light of the oil lamp was suppressed to the extreme, and the temperature of the air around him seemed to be dropping rapidly, giving the illusion of trembling.

In the dark world, clear footsteps sounded.

"Da da da."

Stiff, slow, and straight walking towards the depths of the shop.

In the darkness, only the incense burning in the censer was lit with a faint red light that seemed to be swallowed up in the next second.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

The "customer" seems to be standing in front of the table where the incense burner is placed.

"!"

It seems to be useful!

Everyone's spirits lifted.

Wen Jianyan's heart rose to his throat.

He stared at the flashing red dot, his fingers clenched tightly, and greasy sweat leaked out of his palm.

In just a few seconds, it felt like a century of suffering.

"Da, da, da." Footsteps sounded again.

Everyone raised their hearts, waited with bated breath, nerves tensed, praying—has the customer finished their meal? Are you ready to leave?

However, Wen Jianyan was far more optimistic than the others. He stared intently at the red dot not far away in the darkness.

have disappeared.

When he was at the junction of the third and fourth floors, he had completed the transaction, and the incense burner was completely empty, with only a little incense ash left.

But now, the burning incense is there, which means that it has not been "eaten" by customers.

Of course, things are that simple.

Something was overlooked by him.

"Da da da."

Stiff footsteps continued to sound, but they were not directed at the door, on the contrary...

It actually walked straight towards the depths of the store, towards the counter.

And, step by step, getting closer.

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