Chapter 324 Prosperous Hotel

Bai Xue's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty shop.

His voice was still calm, without the slightest ups and downs, but the meaning contained in the words made people startled.

Wen Jianyan turned around abruptly.

Behind him, the few human leather clothes on the shelf were blown up by the invisible wind, and the silhouette of a human face appeared faintly in the clothes, with his mouth wide open and his eye sockets sunken, as if he was screaming silently.

The clothes seemed to be soaked, and water dripped down gradually.

Tick, tick, tick.

There is a sticky smell in the air, which is different from the smell of rain.

Wen Jianyan's gaze moved down, and stopped for a while on the ground under the clothes. His eyes narrowed.

is blood.

"No, no, get out of here! ! "

After seeing the pool of blood on the ground, the anchor of the Zhong Shan team turned pale, stepped back slowly, and ran towards the door in panic.

Obviously, he also knew what the blood that appeared out of nowhere on the ground in this dungeon symbolized.

"Wait a minute—"

Wen Jianyan hastily shouted to stop.

If this is just an ordinary crisis originating from the dungeon, it must be the most correct choice to leave here as quickly as possible.

After all, whether it is rain or blood, it is extremely dangerous in this instance.

As time goes by, more and more blood, what happens next will become more and more terrifying.

But the problem is that the danger they are now encountering is unusual.

However, before Wen Jianyan finished speaking, the man turned around and ran out the door like a frightened rabbit.

One second before he was about to rush out of the shop, an invisible wind blew up, and one of the human leather clothes was rolled up suddenly, like a living creature, wrapping the man in it without warning, It was firmly wrapped in the human leather material that showed the outline of a human face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A throat-piercing scream was wrapped in the human fur coat, turning into a muffled groan.

The man frantically scratched at the clothes that were wrapped around his body, emitting a stench, and his nails scratched at the human skin indiscriminately, but they were useless, leaving only some fleeting white marks.

The dripping blood fell faster, and soon formed a pool of blood under his feet.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the screams stopped.

Like a puppet that lost its string, the man's high raised arm dropped down, shook slightly twice, and stopped moving.

"…"

Wen Jianyan's expression was solemn, staring at the "person" who was still facing away from him.

really.

Generally speaking, if they enter the rainy town after the hotel lights out, unless they are going to bring the portraits of the guests back to the hotel, in most cases, they will rarely be affected by this dungeon. The monster attacked actively, but this time it was different.

They just walked into this shop, and they didn't have time to do anything... They encountered this kind of thing, so there is a high probability that it has something to do with the black team.

This is not part of the duplication mechanism, but an artificial frame with vicious malice.

Therefore, the situation they are facing now cannot be solved by rushing out of the shop as soon as possible. Doing so may be in the hands of the other party, but it will speed up their own death.

And the death of this member of Zhong Shan's team made Wen Jianyan realize more clearly...

No matter what the source is, the crisis they are facing now is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Even if this person's ability is not considered outstanding, he is still considered a senior anchor after all. Even if he makes a mistake in judgment for a while, he will never be "captured" so easily, or even die.

To be precise, there is simply "no chance to resist".

This made Wen Jianyan involuntarily recall his experience when the lights were turned off last time.

In the rain, he faced the attacks from the residents and the curse from under the umbrella at the same time. Even though Wen Jianyan knew that he could escape by activating the remains of the Holy Infant, he [couldn't] do it.

Under Wen Jianyan's gaze, the "team member" with his back turned to him suddenly moved slowly.

"Guji—"

The sound of sticky blood being squeezed by the soles of the shoes sounded very ear-piercing in the dead silence of the room.

Everyone held their breath involuntarily.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the team member turned around slowly and little by little with a very stiff movement.

His head was crooked, hanging down as if he had lost his support,

Under the dim light, his face looked extraordinarily weird.

The pale, bloodless skin showed a stiff and rough texture like that of a dead person. The corners of the mouth on both sides were pulled up high, revealing a huge and shocking smile.

I don't know since when, that human leather jacket has been properly worn on his body, as if it was tailor-made for him, and it fits perfectly.

Under the dim light, the human skin showed a blue-gray color, as if it had just been peeled off from a dead person.

Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something.

He turned his head to look at Huang Mao, and said hurriedly: "Look at the pool of blood on the bottom of his feet, how many people are there"

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The light here is too dim, and the location where the person was attacked is very close to the door, it is almost impossible to see clearly with normal eyesight alone. However, it is different for the yellow hair whose vision has been enhanced by talent.

"…good."

Huang Mao moved a little, and looked at the feet of the four people wearing human skin.

However, unexpectedly, as soon as he saw the scene in the pool of blood, his face turned "shortly" pale.

"Did you see it? "

Wen Jianyan asked from the side.

Huang Mao's face was pale, his shoulders trembled involuntarily, and then he said in a weak voice: "Yes, there are two people."

In the distance, on the ground near the store entrance, a shallow pool of blood is expanding.

On the scarlet surface, reflected the shadow of a dead body standing upright. The dead body lowered its head, its face was blue and black, and the corners of its mouth were raised high. A pair of blue-gray arms were tightly wrapped around his shoulders. .

The second "person".

Its face was pale, its facial features were blurred, and it seemed to be wearing a mask like other residents. The corners of its stiff mouth were raised, and it smiled in the slightly shaking pool of blood.

Although they were already mentally prepared, after hearing what Huang Mao said, the rest of them couldn't help being surprised.

But Wen Jianyan seems to have already had a psychological expectation:

"...So that's how it is. "

"What's the meaning?"

Huang Mao showed a dazed expression.

"Those human leather jackets, like the human leather umbrella we got before, are mediums. "

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, stared at the "corpse" walking towards this direction step by step with stiff steps, and said slowly.

Both clothes and umbrellas can keep out the rain, but if they are used for too long and too many times, the "ghost" connected by the medium will wake up, but the curse will be transferred to the user until it is about to be used. Killed by the media—the people killed by the media will not be pulled into the water like other people who died in this small town, and the bodies will only appear when the living people are about to take the painting out of the town. But it will be like now...

The corpse stood upright on the spot, covered with a human leather garment.

Although there is only one person above the water, there are two shadows standing under the water.

Under this theory, a hair-raising idea can be derived.

Chen Mo was stunned, and looked at the corpse walking forward step by step with stiff steps: "Wait a minute, isn't that..."

Wen Jianyan nodded:

"That's right."

In other words... if someone died under the umbrella, or died in the clothes, then their bodies would stay above the water and become a stable channel.

And the ghost attached to it can move freely on the ground through this corpse.

If any of them died under the umbrella, they would become walking dead and props manipulated by the ghosts in the water, just like the members of Zhong Shan's team.

"These leather clothes should have been used to the limit, and this happened," Wen Jianyan said slowly, "but the problem is, none of us used them this time."

Chen Mo quickly reacted:

"Did Black do it? "

Wen Jian said, "It's possible."

Although they figured out the cause of the crisis, the situation also reached an impasse.

You can't get close to the human leather clothes, otherwise you will be entangled and reduced to the same situation as the person just now, but you can't stay where you are, otherwise, the corpse controlled by the ghost will come over and use the clothes to drip down. The pool of blood created by the incoming blood began to kill.

What's even worse is that they haven't figured out where Yun Bilan is and why these people are unconscious here, let alone just leave them alone.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, his eyes flicked across the shop in front of him.

Now there are three pieces of clothes here, one of which has been worn on the body of the corpse, and the other two are still fluttering in the dark wind, with the protruding human face appearing and disappearing, like some ugly creature waiting for prey, Looking in this direction.

His thin lips were tightly pressed, and his brain was working fast.

Not without a solution.

But... it would be dangerous.

However, in this case, there is no choice but to take risks.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised his hand, and threw one of the umbrellas to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised his hand subconsciously, and took the umbrella that was thrown over.

The pale umbrella surface shone slightly in the dark, with the light of human skin texture. On the handle of the umbrella, there was a deep blue-black palm print, as if someone had once held it tightly on the handle.

"...? ! "

Chen Mo was stunned for a second, as if realizing something, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Jianyan:

"What do you mean? "

"That's right." Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said, "Do you still remember, just like last time?"

The last time Wen Jianyan used his own name to verify the possibility of conflict between the two media when he turned off the lights and entered the rainy town.

The theory is simple though.

However, there is a lot of potential for error.

In any case, for them now, it is the only way out.

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