The empty corridor was pitch black, and the front, rear, left, and right sides were shrouded in pitch-black darkness, and everyone's hasty and panic-stricken gasps echoed in the dead silence. On the walls on both sides, there are large and small mirrors, and the slightly shaking flashlight beams are reflected on the mirrors.

The faces of the people were reflected in the mirror, pale and frightened.

I don't know if it's because of the lighting, but every face is so familiar, but at this moment, they seem extremely strange, almost making people feel chills behind.

"Here, isn't the painting hanging here just now?" Huang Mao's expression was shaken, and he asked in a panic, "How could it become a mirror?"

If the significance of the oil painting in the copy of [Xingwang Hotel] is not good, then the existence of the mirror is extremely ominous. According to Wen Jianyan's speculation at the beginning, the entire dungeon was constructed from triple mirror images.

The lower and upper floors of the Xingwang Hotel, Xingwang Hotel, Mingliang Township, and Yinliang Township above the ground and under the water surface, each layer of mirrors is more dangerous, just like in the future Something is imprisoned layer by layer and controlled below the deepest layer,

If you follow this logic and continue to reason...

Under the surface of the rainy town, there are real scary ghost moths with countless ghosts wandering around, and it is also the area where the "residents" are really located.

This time, they did not leave the rainy town through the [door] of the oil painting, but found the shopping street, found a road leading to the ghost moth, and entered it by disguising themselves as "ghosts".

This also means that their current position is in the last and deepest mirror image. But at the end of the day, they have not yet entered the real "ghost moth".

Although the corpses wandering in this street are terrifying, according to their previous observations, these corpses are basically left by the "anchor" who died in this dungeon, not the real aborigines. That is to say, they cannot be regarded as real "ghosts" at all.

However, as they gradually deepened, this boundary is gradually becoming blurred.

As long as you make a wrong step, you may accidentally step over it and enter the deepest horror space.

the most important is…

As long as you enter it, no matter how powerful and terrifying it is, there is no possibility of leaving. Therefore, those "guests" who attacked them in hotels and small towns can only invade through the media at best. Killing people can't really enter the real world,

The previous black team was guided by them and almost crossed that line. Although they barely stopped in the end, their overall strength was compromised.

Wen Jianyan's face was not pretty.

He thought that as long as they were always careful and didn't leave this road, they would be able to avoid the danger of entering the ghost realm, but when he saw the oil painting in front of him suddenly turning into a mirror without warning, he suddenly realized...

wrong.

In fact, besides leaving the road, there is a second possibility of falling into ghost moths.

Since, in this dungeon, the oil painting can be the [door] between Xingwang Hotel and Rainy Town, then, in theory, it can also be the [door] connecting the ground and underwater of Rainy Town!

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips slightly, and subconsciously slowly twirled the cold and heavy metal ring at the root of her finger. He turned to look aside.

Just as the mutation happened, Yun Bilan had retreated to his side, seemingly blocking in front of him, as if she wanted to envelop him in a protective area within her reach.

Wen Jianyan slightly lowered his voice and asked:

"Have you encountered similar things after Heifang entered the painting shop before? "

Yun Bilan turned her face slightly, and those red eyes flashed from under the mask. She shook her head, and answered concisely, "No."

Even though she was blocked from the activity area, the opposite party did not let her touch any core secrets, but even so, during the whole process of the activity of the painting shop, if Black Fang really encounters any unresolved terror Yun Bi could still feel the crisis.

Hearing this, Wen Jianyan squinted her eyes, and subconsciously glanced at the darkness behind her.

Since the portraits of the two of Black and Fang are better than the elegance here, it shows that, no matter what, the Black team has entered this depth in the corridor, but they have not encountered any concern. Because they cut and sewed the crisis with the help of parchment paper, or it was related to another variable...

His half-wet shirt restricted his movements.

The slightly cool damp cloth is tightly attached to the warm skin, and the impact of the cold and the heat is great. It was fine when it was deliberately ignored before, but now it seems to be extraordinarily present.

"…"

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips slightly, and subconsciously slowly twirled the cold and heavy metal ring at the root of her finger.

Perhaps, all of this has something to do with the so-called "system residual bug".

Ever since he approached the door of the painting shop, the imprint left by Wu Zhu became hot, as if reminding him of what might happen next. Therefore, it seems that the sudden change is not completely accidental.

But the problem is...

For some reason, Wen Jianyan always felt uneasy.

Perhaps it was because, in the previous copies, there were dictionaries of the surname of Wu in other countries, and based on this information, the plans for envoys were made, but, like now, when he hadn't done anything, Everything around her has changed, which is still a laugh for Wen Jianyan.

After all, the witchcraft in the past, either they were firmly sealed off, or they were the main body deliberately excluded by the dungeon, and they could hardly have any major impact on the environment in the country. Grounded in the dream, and this time, no matter in terms of scale, state, or state, this fragment of Wu Zhu seems to have exceeded his expectations

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and said, "Go on."

Although they don't have much information now, it's not a good idea to stay where they are.

Instead of standing still and passively waiting for danger to strike, it is better to take the initiative to look for clues.

"Pay attention to the mirror."

Wen Jianyan lowered his voice and told Huang Mao, "If you find anything unusual, please notify me immediately."

Huangmao swallowed hard and nodded.

A group of people walked forward quickly.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty and dead corridor.

On the walls on both sides, countless large and small picture frames are densely hung, and the oil paintings in the picture frames have all turned into cold and bright mirrors at this moment.

The mirror was silently hung on the wall, coldly reflecting the dim light of the flashlight and the figures of the people walking in the middle of the corridor.

However, this corridor seems to be endless, and there is no end to it at all.

Suddenly, Huang Mao's shoulders trembled.

He moved to Wen Jianyan's side, lowered his voice, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Mirror, there is a shadow in the mirror..."

Wen Jianyan kept walking, but his eyes turned slightly, looking to the side without any trace.

Under the dim light, the scene in the shop was no different from that of just Pingping, but they could clearly see that beside them, there seemed to be countless phantoms impacting the stagnant movement in the mirror, It is even gradually becoming clear with the passage of time.

"...! "

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

He realized that the last thing he wanted to see had happened.

Oil painting is the [door] between the mirrors. The "ghosts" who are shut out of the door cannot perceive the existence of human beings without the mirror. Vision works both ways.

Humans can't see "ghosts" above the ground, and "ghosts" can't see people under the water surface, but at this moment, as human beings, they can witness the existence of "ghosts", which means, conversely, "Ghosts" can see them too.

Now, they are probably standing between the blurred boundary between the ghost moth and reality, and even... half a foot stepped into the door.

The temperature in the air seemed to be dropping rapidly, like a bitingly cold knife, pulling at the flesh one by one.

A rotten and damp smell began to spread in the air.

Everyone involuntarily quickened their pace.

But it doesn't help.

To be precise, this corridor does not exist in the physical reality now, but has become a concept version that cannot be walked out.

As time goes by, the number of shadows in the mirror increases and becomes more and more solid.

In the end, the reflection inside the mirror is completely like a scene from a horror movie—countless figures with blurred faces standing behind the mirror, with emotionless, numb and strange eyes projected from all directions, falling on the corridor in the few human beings among them,

The reflective effect of the mirror is getting worse and worse, and finally, it is almost like a thin layer of glass.

In the corridor, everyone's faces were pale, their foreheads and noses were covered with sweat, and they continued to move forward as if they were fleeing under the countless "watches", but even they themselves knew...

The possibility of going out is already very low.

"I can't get out."

Suddenly, a hoarse, indifferent voice sounded in the team.

Everyone was taken aback, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice.

It turned out to be Bai Xue.

Standing in the line, he was slightly out of breath because of the running just now, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes became more and more dark and strange, like a whirlpool:

"There is no chance of leaving."

"Wait...wait a minute," Zhong Shan stammered, "what does this mean?"

Snow White rolled her eyes.

Those weird black eyes locked onto Zhong Shan, who seemed to be taken aback, subconsciously took a step back and shrank his shoulders.

Bai Xue spoke again, and said in a cold, almost irrelevant tone:

"It means death."

What? !

This sentence surprised everyone.

They never expected that Bai Xue would say such a sentence at this moment, like a heavy hammer hitting their foreheads, making them dizzy with stares in their eyes.

how, how is it possible

Not to say…

Are there no dead ends in nightmares?

However, they obviously did nothing this time, and no crisis was triggered, so why did they fall into a situation where they must die!

This is impossible!

However, compared with the frantic clamoring of fear, reason appears calm and desperate.

Because Bai Xue has no need to lie.

Even though they have never cooperated with Bai Xue before, they still know the strength of the other party, and a few of them have heard of the name of Bai Xue's strongest spirit—since he has already said so, then , this general overview is already a fact of life.

Dark and icy despair swept over, spreading from the soles of their feet like waves, making their bodies cold and stiff, and breathing became difficult.

die...

This is the end? ? ?

Unexplained disappearance, no reason to end.

Why is this happening?

The gloom of despair spread in the air, and everyone felt breathless.

Bai Xue rolled her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Wen Jianyan at the end of the line.

"…"

The dark, swirl-like eyes met the light-colored amber eyes of the young man, and the two stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

Wen Jianyan suddenly smiled:

"No. "

Different from the current situation, even after hearing Bai Xue's conclusion, Wen Jianyan's voice was still calm and peaceful, even with a little leisurely smile.

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to look over.

The young man raised his hand, stroked his wet forehead hair, and shook his head casually: "It's not completely impossible."

"…"

Bai Xue still didn't speak.

"Next, let's go separately." Wen Jianyan said.

"What???" Huang Mao's voice instantly rose an octave.

"How many teams?" Chen Mo asked.

Wen Jianyan: "Two teams."

He pointed to the others, "You go together."

Pointing to himself again, "I will go alone." "

Almost without thinking, Yun Bilan said firmly:

"impossible."

Chen Mo also narrowed his eyes slightly, showing disapproval.

"Didn't you hear Bai Xue's conclusion just now?" Wen Jianyan looked at the crowd and said lightly, "We have no chance of winning in the future, and there is no other ending except death."

"..." The air fell into silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

Wen Jianyan spread his hands and said:

"Since the left is dead, and the right is also dead, so what's the loss in trying my method?"

His eyes stayed on Yun Bilan's body for a moment, and then he emphasized with emphasis:

"It's not that I'm asking you to leave me behind, I'm just breaking the situation apart. Rather than dying together, it's better to live apart, right?"

Everyone was choked.

Yun Bilan frowned tightly under the mask.

Although she extremely disapproved of Wen Jianyan's proposal of "separate action", but at this moment, listening to the other party's nonsense, she couldn't find any words to refute it for a while.

"You know something, don't you?" Chen Mo stared at Wen Jianyan inquiringly, and asked slowly.

"Maybe." Wen Jianyan shrugged, showing an unpredictable smile.

However, no matter how much other people asked, Wen Jianyan always seemed to be a gourd with its mouth sawed, resolutely adhering to the style of a riddler, and did not disclose any information.

"Oh well."

Chen Mo sighed silently, and finally compromised.

"…"

Yun Bilan didn't make a sound.

Behind the mask, a pair of red eyes stared at Wen Jianyan. After a long time, she said coldly, "You better not be lying."

A team split into two.

After Wen Jianyan left the team, the already bad atmosphere became even more serious than ever. Everyone walked quickly along the corridor, restraining their urge to look back.

Suddenly, Huang Mao exclaimed: "Ah!" "What's the matter?" Chen Mo turned his head to look.

Huang Mao pointed to the wall beside him, showing a look of astonishment, and stammered, "Change, it's become an oil painting!!!"

Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look.

Sure enough, in the picture frame hanging on the wall, the oil painting that had disappeared reappeared. Those bright mirrors, as well as the strange figures and gazes behind the mirrors all disappeared, and everything returned to its original state, just like the shock just now A moment has never been the same,

Zhong Shan rushed forward a few steps.

The door of the painting shop appeared again.

As long as they push the door and go out, they can return to the path again.

"Why, how could this be?"

Zhong Shan stepped back, turned his head and stared blankly at everything around him, staring at those oil paintings in a daze.

The mortal crisis just now came for no reason, and disappeared inexplicably, the only difference is probably...

Whether Wen Jianyan is in the team or not.

Yun Bilan seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the depths of the corridor.

The rest of the people also hurriedly followed.

However, after they ran for a long time, Wen Jianyan's figure never appeared, and the oil paintings on the walls on both sides remained silent, and there was no sign of turning into a mirror again.

Yun Bilan panted and stopped.

Behind the mask, her eyeballs were terribly red, violent anger rolled up from the bottom of her heart, and she punched the wall viciously.

She squeezed out two words between her teeth:

"…fraud."

What are you talking about splitting up...

In fact, it was just forcing them to leave him behind.

Wen Jianyan didn't stop until the footsteps of his teammates moved away.

Holding a flashlight, he stood there and looked behind him.

The figures of the others have disappeared.

"…"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

It seemed that his guess was correct.

The deadly situation they encountered this time should not have happened. The two teams entered the painting shop, and the only variable that appeared was himself.

These attacks were originally aimed at him, so after separating from him, others would naturally be able to leave this corridor.

The rest...he can only rely on himself.

The mirror surface has become thinner.

Behind the mirror, countless shadowy figures became extremely clear, and the thin boundary seemed to be broken in the next second.

Wen Jianyan took out the props.

A small brass knife appeared in the palm of the hand, was solemnly clenched by the young man's slender fingers, and then slammed into the mirror in front of him!

Next, he's going to find the shard of the witch candle, and...

"Clear" it.

On the fingers that gripped the brass knife, ouroboros ring gleamed.

Or, at least from Nightmare's point of view, clearing.

But for Wen Jianyan, it was to restrain it - just like what he did at the end of the copy of Changsheng Mansion.

However, for him, this time is far more difficult than the last time.

This time, the "Witch Candle" is just a fragment, has no memory, and has a poor probability of emotion. Although it does not have complete thinking ability like the main body, it is not easy to be deceived by his sweet words.

click.

There was a thin mirror shattering sound.

Wen Jianyan stared fixedly at the mirror closest to her, breathing unevenly.

As if sensing the breath of human beings, the shadows behind the mirror increased rapidly, and the number became more and more numerous, almost making one's scalp tingle.

Bunches of cold and numb gazes projected over him made him feel like a thorn in his back.

Click!

The broken sound got louder. ''

But, I don't know if it's an illusion...

The shadow that just gathered behind the mirror seems to be dissipating quickly, as if driven away by something...

Instead, thick ink-like shadows.

In the next second, a feeling of icy cold swept through the whole body, and a familiar system broadcast sounded in the ear:

[Ding! The existence of a system bug has been detected! Please host... zizi...clear it in time!】

Wen Jianyan grabbed her wrist, gritted her teeth, and exerted force again!

The mirror that was close at hand was quickly cracked under the sharp edge of the brass knife.

Behind the mirror covered with cracks and fine lines, the thick darkness gradually solidifies and gathers, presenting the figure of a tall man.

In the darkness, a pair of golden eyes shone with a strange gleam. Through a knife and a mirror, they stared silently at the human in front of them. No memory, no humanity.

There are only endless, terrifying evil thoughts from the alien gods.

I don't know if it's because of the different dungeons, but this time the eyes are gloomy, cold and ghostly.

Even if all the previous sights were added together, the sense of oppression and fear brought by this pair of eyes is not as deep.

Wen Jianyan's movements subconsciously paused slightly, the hair on his back stood on end, his whole body looked like a small animal being targeted by a snake, instinctive fear rose from the depths of his bone marrow, and he almost subconsciously wanted to back down.

However, at this moment, the tip of the brass knife sank deeply into the mirror, and some invisible force burst out between the two confrontations.

click!

The sharp shattered lenses flew violently before his eyes.

Wen Jianyan reflexively withdrew his hand to cover his eyes, but the flying debris still brushed his cheek, cutting a thin gap.

Thin light red scars appeared on the young man's pale face, and warm blood gushed out instantly, flowing down his cheeks, the contrast between scarlet and pale was extremely sharp. A little blood was spattered on the silver ring.

The snake's eyeballs flickered slightly, and the blood drops above were swallowed and absorbed in an instant, and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, leaving only the cold and smooth metal ring, which was still firmly imprisoned at the root of the young man's finger.

[Zi...Zi Zi...]

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan heard an electronic sound as if the system was being disturbed.

It's like... what happened after he was dragged into the mirror after the Decai Middle School dungeon ended...

Wen Jianyan was involuntarily startled slightly.

In the next second, the system sound with electronic buzz sounded again. It seemed to be distorted by some force, and it issued the task dullly and stiffly:

【...Zizi...Anchor...Mission release in progress】

【Mission: Kiss the evil spirit... zip... thirty seconds】

【Reward... Unknown】

Wen Jianyan: …………"

Um? ? ?