Chapter 378

For the waking Black player, the decision is not very difficult.

After all, he doesn't have any choice now either.

Although the two are hostile camps, the decision to cooperate is unprecedentedly fast.

Soon, the one-way unequal agreement was successfully signed. Wen Jianyan was responsible for taking the other party out of here, and the other party had to answer all his questions without saying anything, and unconditionally abide by all his subsequent demands.

"Just call me Wu Sheng."

The man got up from the ground and said.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on his face.

Although it took only a few minutes from removing the spell to reaching an agreement, Wen Jianyan could clearly see that there was another crack on the mask worn by the other party.

Wu Sheng obviously noticed Wen Jianyan's gaze, he smiled wryly, and raised his hand to touch the mask on his face:

"You should have noticed that this mask won't last long in this area."

He realized this only after entering this area.

The mask has no expiration date on that road, but after leaving the road, it will gradually crack over time and eventually lose its effect.

"In fact, that's why I'm lying here."

Wu Sheng said.

"The longer I stay here, the more cracks there will be on the mask. If I don't use the talisman and fake myself as a dead person, it may be less than ten minutes later, and I will be the same as everyone else who entered here. Definitely doomed."

"but…"

Wu Sheng's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's face, on the flawless white mask, and he was slightly taken aback.

"That doesn't appear to be the case with your mask."

Of course it's because of different sources.

Unlike the others in this dungeon, Wen Jianyan's mask was purchased with Ming coins, instead of going directly to the store and picking it up for free.

However, he was not prepared to explain this.

"Do you have any other experience to share?"

It seemed that he realized that the other party was not going to talk in detail, so Wu Sheng didn't continue to ask.

"We have to leave here, we can't stay in one place for too long."

He pointed to the feet of himself and Wen Jianyan.

"The dirt is already eating us up."

The structure of the loess under the feet is soft and not firm. After stepping on it, it is like quicksand. If you stand still for a long time, it will sink a lot.

The two started walking.

The surroundings were dark, and there was no light in the sky, which made people breathless. Looking around, there was a barren tomb with no end in sight. The tombs were high and low, exuding a cold atmosphere.

"Don't get close to the graves that are piled too low." Wu Sheng said as he walked, "A member of us was dragged in because we were too close."

"Dragged by what?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"I don't know." Wu Sheng seemed to have thought of something, shivered, and shook his head, "I didn't see anything."

Before they had time to react, everything was over, and the person who was dragged in didn't even have time to shout, and disappeared into the darkness.

Wen Jianyan: "Did you not try to leave here?"

Wu Sheng: "How could it not be?"

"In this area, although the system store and the live broadcast system are still running, any props have no effect on our current situation."

"The low-level guide items are directly ineffective. Although the high-level ones can still be used, they will make us turn around in place. No matter where we go, the surrounding scenery is exactly the same as before,"

Wu Sheng's voice seemed very depressed.

"We're stuck dead here, and there's no way out."

Among the group of them, either they were pulled in by something in the tomb bag, or the mask had reached the expiration date and cracked into pieces.

Once the protection of the mask is lost, that person will immediately sink into the soil and can no longer climb out.

It was in such a desperate situation that Wu Sheng finally chose to spend all the points he could call in this dungeon, and put all his eggs in one basket. While asking for help, he also used the epic-level talismans he obtained in the high-level dungeon The props were used on himself, and he fell into a state of suspended animation.

As Wen Jianyan walked, he listened intently, his brain spinning rapidly.

In fact, he had already guessed the predicament that Wu Sheng and his group encountered before he brought them here.

People walking on the road may leave that road as long as they deviate slightly, which means that the road and the place outside the road are not in the same space in essence, so no matter how they circle around here, they cannot leave this place.

Low-level props cannot be used, high-level props have no effect, only epic-level props can work...

Under the mask, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's basically all I know."

After Wu Sheng said this, he hesitated and looked at the young man beside him.

The other person's face was wearing a mask that was almost identical to his own, but it hadn't cracked at all from the beginning to the end. He walked forward unhurriedly, with a calm and elegant posture, shuttling between the high and low graves , although the surrounding scene has not changed at all, but he seems to be very confident, as if he is very clear about which direction he is going to go.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wu Sheng said cautiously:

"that…"

"You know how to get out, don't you?"

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Bah! He knows shit!"

"Laughing, the other side can't think of it, in fact, the anchor knows even less than him!"

"There is nothing at the beginning, and all you do is rely on fooling around. As expected of you, Wen Jianyan!"

"Some skilful empty-glove white wolves!"

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan stopped her pace abruptly.

Wu Sheng on the side was taken aback and stopped hastily.

"of course I know."

Wen Jianyan turned her head, her eyes burning under the mask.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"?"

"?"

With that said, Wen Jianyan opened the system backpack.

Soon, a piece of worn kraft paper appeared in his hand.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!"

"Fuck! This thing! I almost forgot about it!"

"Wow, really, only when I encountered this situation did I know how useful a prop that can answer all questions is..."

Wu Sheng took a breath: "This is—"

"It looks familiar, doesn't it?"

Wen Jianyan turned his head and glanced at him. In the blink of an eye, Wu Sheng and the other party looked at each other. Under the gaze of those quiet eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, a layer of goose bumps instantly crawled up on his back. .

"I know, gentlemen use it to guide you."

Although he didn't know how Wen Jianyan obtained this type of props, and how did he know the news, Wu Sheng didn't ask any questions, but just nodded a little nervously:

"Yes."

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and looked at the kraft paper in front of him.

It has a dim yellow surface, looks tattered, without a single line of writing, and looks like a waste product that is about to be scrapped.

But... I have to say, this is their only hope of getting out of here.

"How do we get out of here and go back to Xingwang Hotel?"

he asks.

Clear writing quickly appeared on the kraft paper.

Wu Sheng didn't dare to look too much, and hastily looked away.

Looking at the handwriting on the kraft paper, Wen Jianyan frowned suddenly.

There is only one line of writing on it.

"Use the soul."

Use the soul?

Does it mean to use the item that the woman in white gave him, which can make the dungeon platinum in advance?

But, why is it possible to return to Xingwang Hotel after using that prop?

This doesn't make sense.

What's more, Wen Jianyan made an agreement with Black Fang that the props could not be used and activated until the last three minutes of the dungeon.

However, no matter how much Wen Jianyan asked, there was no new handwriting on the kraft paper.

One soul is exchanged for three questions. It seems that the question just now counts as one.

One last question remains.

Oh shit.

But there is no other choice.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind.

He asked again: "How can I leave here and return to Xingwang Hotel without using my soul?"

The quota for the last question was also handed over.

This time, the yellow paper was left blank for a long, long time.

Just when Wen Jianyan thought it might be broken, or didn't know the answer to the question, finally, as if reluctantly, a line of small characters slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up, he quickly scanned the above content, and then took a step: "Follow me!"

Wu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly followed:

"Come, come."

Wen Jianyan walked forward quickly, while looking down at the writing that gradually emerged on the paper from time to time, she murmured in a low voice:

"There are dozens of graves in the direction you are facing, turn right, count eight graves, turn left 45° and the third..."

His pace gradually quickened.

The two walked quickly through the darkness.

The graves on both sides seemed to be the same as before, high and low, sitting motionless in place, like a huge labyrinth that could not be escaped.

Finally, Wen Jianyan stopped.

Wu Sheng panted violently behind him, and finally stopped: "Here, are you there?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer, but stared straight at the place a few steps away from her.

It was a half-collapsed tomb. Compared with most of the tombs, it was at least half shorter, as if it had almost lost its supporting structure due to the passage of time.

It was the type that Wu Sheng had reminded him to never get close to.

"This is…"

Wu Sheng gasped softly.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and looked at the kraft paper in front of him again.

The last line of writing has emerged, and the content on the kraft paper no longer changes.

"How's it going?" Wu Sheng asked anxiously on the side.

The cracks in the mask had spread to 60% of his face, and he was almost unable to hold on anymore.

"I can only try it."

Wen Jianyan let out a long breath behind the mask, then lowered his head, and untied the gauze wrapped around his palms.

This is the part where he was scratched by the fragments of the mirror in the underground well and in the box garden. Although it has undergone emergency treatment and it is no longer as **** as it was at the beginning, it is still oozing out and there is no sign of healing at all.

However, what happened before happened one after another, without giving him a chance to care about the wound at all.

When it was untied to the back, the bottom few layers of gauze were completely soaked in blood, firmly sticking to the uneven wound.

Wen Jianyan frowned, clenched her teeth, held her breath, and then yanked!

"…Grass!"

He gasped in pain, and couldn't help cursing. A thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

Damn, it hurts!

After recovering, Wen Jianyan took a few deep breaths, held his wrist with one hand, and squeezed the **** wound in his palm.

Viscous scarlet blood trickled down the pale fingers, dripped into the soft ground, and was quickly absorbed by the soil below.

Almost instantly, Wen Jianyan felt an extremely cold feeling coming from under the ground and spreading upwards along the soles of his feet on the ground.

In the air, it seems...

Something has changed.

Deep in the soil, there was a rustling sound.

Wu Sheng seemed to realize something suddenly, turned his head with difficulty, and looked behind him.

Under the mask, his face turned white.

There were strange and disturbing movements from under the countless graves. The loess, which was still a piece of calm just now, seemed to be pushed up and down by something below, breathing up and down.

"rustle."

"rustle."

A pale hand stretched out from under the grave bag.

Then the second, the third...

With the place where Wen Jianyan dripped blood as the center, the graves began to be arched, and the already soft loess fell aside with a clatter, and corpses crawled out from under the soil layer.

This scene is like something that only happens in nightmares.

Wu Sheng almost forgot how to breathe, and just stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

One by one, cold and rotten ghosts with pale faces crawled out from under the tomb and appeared on the ground. Faces turned in this direction, and their black eye sockets "looked" at them.

The atmosphere is getting weirder.

Watching the scene in front of him, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel chills running down his back, his hair standing on end, and he had a strong desire to run away.

However, he could only force himself to stand where he was, maintaining a posture that allowed the blood to drip.

"What, what should I do?" Wu Sheng's voice trembled.

What can I do!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and squeezed out a breath from her throat:

"...wait."

As if being guided, thick blood flowed into the half-collapsed tomb in front of him, and then...

In the next second, it completely collapsed.

The blood-soaked loess rushed up, like conscious wet mud, climbing up the ankles, and the darkness below seemed to be pulling something, pulling people down.

Before Wen Jianyan had time to react, he only felt the weight of his feet, as if he had fallen into the air and was pulled in by gravity.

Before the exclamation even had time to blurt out, it was over.

Wen Jianyan fell in.

The same goes for Wu Sheng.

The cold, wet and sticky soil oppressed the chest cavity and throat, and pushed away the mask covering his face as if consciously, and drilled into the nasal cavity and mouth.

The smell of blood, earth, and the smell of rotting corpses poured out like overwhelming.

At the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, Wen Jianyan remembered reaching out his hand, as if trying to exhaust his last strength, he suddenly reached for the mask.

Fingers pinched the edge of the mask.

He clenched desperately.

In the next second, the soil disappeared and sealed everything.

The world became dead silent.

Time seems to slow down how many times faster.

No, to be precise, the thinking speed of the mind has been slowed down countless times.

Wen Jianyan could feel that his consciousness was gradually becoming dull and slow, as if his whole body had fallen into a thick layer of ice, and even his brain was frozen.

As if in... deep sleep.

Wen Jianyan felt like she was floating, not knowing where she had gone.

Seems to be on top of a small town.

The sky is pale.

There is no sun.

It was clearly daytime, but there was no sound in the small town, it was empty, like a dead city.

The doors and windows were empty, and there was no one there.

He heard crying.

The cry was thin and intermittent, coming from behind a dilapidated house.

"Dead... Everyone is dead... It's all my fault... Can't go on, can't go on... If this goes on... It's all over... Everything..."

Wen Jianyan felt that his body was being pulled closer.

Go around the broken house and come to the rear.

A woman in white stood there with a lonely back, as if she would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

She was holding something in her hand, like a square box.

"Can't be given to anyone...can't be taken by anyone...can't be..."

She repeatedly said a sentence in exactly the same tone, as if being haunted.

"...it's a nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare..."

The scene on Monday and Tuesday made the hair stand on end and the spine felt chills.

Wen Jianyan couldn't think, he could only be forced to watch this scene, and then he was involuntarily pulled closer.

The distance inevitably shortened, shortened, and shortened.

too close.

So close, Wen Jianyan could even smell a sticky, damp smell seeping out of the other's hair, rushing toward the door.

Without warning, the person in front of him suddenly turned his head.

Face to face, within inches of each other.

Wen Jianyan suffered a cardiac arrest.

He couldn't see the other person's nose, mouth, or other body parts, only a pair of wide-open, terrifying eyes.

One is scarlet like flesh and blood, wriggling strangely, while the other is human, with black eyeballs and bloodshot whites, staring wide, eyelids rolled up, surrounded by blood, like He was once fixed with a stapler or other more extreme means to force his eyelids to close.

In that eyeball, there was a certain kind of crazy and terrifying expression.

Tears rolled down from the eyes, one drop, one drop, one drop.

Tick, tick, tick.

Wen Jianyan could smell the fishy smell of rain.

In the next second, those terrifying eyes moved away.

She turned her head and took a step.

One step up, stepped on the edge of the well, and jumped.

Falling headfirst.

"———!!"

Wen Jianyan felt as if his throat was being choked by something that didn't exist, and let out a silent scream, which mixed into a violent cough and rushed out of his throat.

"Cough cough cough cough cough!!"

He smelled a lot of smells, blood, putrefaction, and... rain.

Damp and spooky.

Tick, tick.

The sound of raindrops sounded, and the cold rain fell on his face, shoulders, and hands, washing away the dirt stuck to his face, one piece, two pieces.

The mud shell covering his face was broken and a small piece fell off.

Wen Jianyan's eyelids fluttered and he struggled to open his eyes.

It took him several seconds to realize his situation.

He is standing and walking.

The two legs seemed to be against his personal will, and they walked forward step by step with stiff steps, completely disobedient.

There are many figures around.

Wen Jianyan moved his eyes secretly, and carefully peeked out from the small opening on his face.

No, it's not so much a human figure, it's better to say... a ghost.

They walked forward with the same stiff steps, one step after another. Wen Jianyan could almost hear the "rustling" sound coming from them as they walked, and feel the cold breath coming from them.

"..."

When Wen Jianyan realized this, his heart almost collapsed.

Oh shit.

He is walking with a group of ghosts now!

What kind of death scene is this!

However, no matter how broken his heart is now, Wen Jianyan can't fully control his body for the time being, so he can only bite the bullet and walk forward step by step under the control of that cold force.

Tick, tick.

The rain continued to fall, and another piece of dirt peeled off his face.

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes moved, and clumps of mud fell down and melted into the raindrops at his feet.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked up.

The sky was a dull gray, and raindrops fell from the sky and hit him.

rain…

Only the mirror world created by Nightmare has rain, but in the real copy of [Prosperity Hotel], rain does not exist. What is the reason for this, Wen Jianyan has not yet figured out.

but…

Suddenly, a ray of light flashed through my mind.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, and the previous scene that seemed unreal and seemingly real flashed through his mind.

The woman opened wide, and one side was replaced by squirming bright red flesh, unlike human eyes, and the other was extremely devastated, sluggish and terrifying, with tears overflowing continuously.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan recalled that before he approached the well, the anchor who read and wrote talent in the team had given him a drawing like a guide. Among the childlike messy graffiti, there was a crooked well extending downward. At the bottom is a wide-open eyeball, from which countless raindrops rise.

Or... fall?

That's right, drop.

After all, the mirror image and the real are opposites.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

Wait a moment!

That is to say, the rain covering the town in the mirror copy... is actually the tears of the woman in white, or, in other words, the real, painful, human tears.

After all, the inside of that scarlet squirming eyeball was clean, and no tears fell.

Wen Jianyan still can't fully control his body, but in a sense, this is also a good thing, at least he can now concentrate his energy on focused thinking.

Why did these tears appear?

Combining his previous experience in the rainy town and what he saw during the time when he lost consciousness, a vague guess gradually emerged in Wen Jianyan's mind.

Perhaps, the rain in the town was created to stop something.

To stop what?

The answer is obvious.

In order to prevent the anchors from bringing more paintings into the hotel, and to prevent the holding of the banquet, the raindrops will kill all the existences that try to enter the town. As time goes by, the closer the banquet is, the rain will The more urgent the desire, the more urgent the desire to kill.

At the end of the dungeon, the mirrored dungeon was already in tatters, and countless rainwater poured in from the gaps in the building. Among them, there may be reasons why Nightmare no longer needs to continue to maintain the mirrored image, but at the same time, it is also because the power of the rainwater has increased. up.

It's trying to stop that.

By letting everything be swallowed by the rain.

This rain is obviously not a product of the mirror copy, or in other words, it was not created by Nightmare.

Quite the contrary, it is the product of defying Nightmare's will.

The real woman in white not only pinned her eyelids to prevent herself from falling into sleep, lest her body be dominated by aliens outside the world, but even at the last moment of her life, in order to prevent the other party's intention from succeeding, she brought a dream that was about to devour her. The terrifying being of the will, with the box containing the key soul, jumped into the well.

—Under the well, on her corpse, the neck and skull showed signs of comminuted fractures.

However, although Nightmare no longer maintains the mirror copy, the rain that was originally limited to the mirror copy has not disappeared. On the contrary, it has invaded the real copy.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill run up his spine.

He felt that he was now very close to the truth.

With only the last crucial clue left, everything can be connected together.

The rain fell slowly, drop by drop, not much. In other words, compared to the torrential rain in the town before, now it is at most a drizzle.

Wen Jianyan felt that he seemed to have regained a little bit of control over his body now.

His fingers hanging by his side moved slightly.

soft.

Under the action of willpower before he lost consciousness, the stiff fingers still maintained the original state, and the white mask was hanging on his fingers at this moment.

fine…

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced around.

Wu Sheng is still there.

Like him, his body was also dominated by some invisible force. He walked forward slowly with stiff steps. Half of his mask was broken, half of his face was under the mask, while the other half of his face was It is covered by thick soil, from eyes to nose to ears, everything is covered tightly.

In the light rain, the ignorant group of ghosts slowly moved forward.

As time went by, the soil on Wen Jianyan's body gradually peeled off, and the human breath began to leak out.

The corpses beside them turned their heads slowly, and their blank eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's body. Perhaps because part of the soil was still there, they hadn't done anything yet, but after the soil was completely washed away by the rain, I'm afraid they will launch an attack without hesitation.

Wen Jianyan grabbed the mask, tried to maintain calm under the gaze of these "sights", and followed the ghost group step by step.

Now is not the time.

Time passed minute by minute.

A little shadow appeared ahead of the road, like some...

building?

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat, and he understood what it was almost immediately.

It is a thriving hotel!

Sure enough, as the kraft paper said, they did leave the cemetery and returned to the hotel!

However, before Wen Jianyan had time to be happy, the building in front of him was getting closer and closer to them, and he gradually saw the whole picture of Xingwang Hotel clearly.

"...!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

Joy was frozen and weighed heavily on his stomach, making him extremely uncomfortable.

In the distance, the building at the end of the road is obviously the Xingxing Hotel in his impression, but it is not all.

The appearance is indeed not bad, but the material is very different from the memory!

It was a building made of flesh and blood, scarlet, and the muscle tissue exposed to the air was throbbing irregularly, like human muscles after skinning, wet, sticky, and blood red oozing out Disgusting mucus, the cracks between the muscles and the gaps between the muscles, revealing countless scarlet eyeballs, these eyeballs are frantically turning, as if looking for something.

This is simply testing the bottom line of human endurance.

"..."

I'm stupid, it's disgusting.

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, and he felt that his stomach was turning upside down again. If he hadn't lost control of his body now, he would probably vomit it up right now.

...In a sense, it's a good thing?

While Wen Jianyan comforted herself with joy, she could only walk stiffly, walking forward with the group of ghosts.

The closer they got, the more ugly the building made Wen Jianyan feel uncomfortable.

He suddenly recalled that in the mirror copy, he was in the Xingxing Hotel that was about to collapse. He looked into the old golden wall on a whim, and looked in through the cracks in the wall, but he and a staring at the outside The eyeballs looked at each other—at that time, he thought that there was something ghostly hiding in the wall and peeking out, but he never thought of it...

This is what [Xingwang Hotel] itself looks like!

Wen Jianyan pressed down her stomach that was overwhelmed, and continued to move forward step by step.

Although some of the rules in the Xingwang Hotel are very similar to the Changsheng Building, it is obviously different from the Changsheng Building in that it is not written by humans. On the contrary, it is those who have had a brief contact with him in the Fantasy Amusement Park. Made by those big eyeballs.

At the beginning, it was just a phantom in the dream of the owner of the diary, which had never appeared in the real world. However, with one nightmare after another, it gradually invaded the reality from the dream and became a real, realistic and real world. The buildings in reality are even covered with a seemingly real "shell".

The team suddenly stopped moving.

All the ghosts stopped in place, not moving a step forward.

?

What's wrong?

Within his own control range, Wen Jianyan turned his body carefully, changed his angle, and looked forward from the gap between the ghosts in front of him.

At the bottom of the Xingwang Hotel, there was a gap between the vertical and horizontal flesh and blood, which was bottomless, like the only door, and also like a wide open, black mouth.

The shape of the opening...

Wen Jianyan looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

Still, this is an opportunity.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, squeezed the mask in his hand, and moved his hands and feet tentatively.

Well, almost.

He glanced at Wu Sheng next to him without any trace.

The other party seemed to be still not out of control, standing straight in place, his breath was cold and stiff, and he was motionless.

It's still possible to save it by the way.

This guy might still be useful.

Thoughts quickly turned to his mind, Wen Jianyan collected himself and made up his mind.

He raised his hand and put the mask over his face.

The moment the mask covered his face, the eyes that had been glued to him from just now disappeared. Wen Jianyan heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly moved to Wu Sheng's side, raised his hand, and began to carefully wipe the veil on his face. The mud clods peeled off, and as the mud clods peeled off, Wu Sheng's posture that had never moved was slightly flicked, and he seemed to be gradually waking up.

After peeling half of it, Wen Jianyan stopped.

Wu Sheng's mask was half broken, and it didn't fall off completely because of the mud. He couldn't guarantee that after completely cleaning the mud on the other party's face, would the mask also be invalidated, allowing him to fully recover? human condition.

There are ghosts all around.

Turning back into a human now is not a good option.

Wu Sheng blinked his mud-covered eyes just now, showing a dazed expression, as if he didn't know what happened just now.

Wen Jianyan lowered his voice and said, "Don't ask questions, just follow me."

After speaking, he turned around, tried his best to restrain his actions, slowly separated the ghost group, and walked towards the building.

The distance is a little closer.

Wen Jianyan could see that the gap in the wall was getting closer.

Under the mask, he frowned, a little lost in thought for a while.

Where did you see this shape...

There are only a dozen steps left.

As the distance got closer, Wen Jianyan gradually discovered that the "gap" was not that big, it was only about the height of one person, and half an arm's width, so it could only accommodate one person, and it would be a bit crowded for two people.

Although the gate of Xingwang Hotel is small, it is not so small.

Almost as fast as the frame—

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly, and he stopped abruptly.

Behind him, Wu Sheng didn't expect Wen Jianyan to stop in front of him at all, and bumped into Wen Jianyan unexpectedly.

On his face, the clod of soil, which was not very firm due to soaking in the rain, fell down and fell on the ground.

Suddenly, as if smelling something at the same time, or receiving some order, the ghost group on the road slowly turned their heads and looked in this direction in unison.

"run!"

Wen Jianyan called out.

After finishing speaking, he put all his energy into rushing towards the gap in the wall of flesh and blood!

Wu Sheng even activated the life-saving props with quick eyesight and quick hands, gritted his teeth, chased Wen Jianyan's back in front, and rushed forward!

In the face of so many ghosts, even the rarest props can't resist for two seconds.

The cold death follows everywhere.

Wu Sheng broke out in a cold sweat and trembled all over.

The last three steps.

two steps.

step!

Time was running out, the cold aura was too close, right behind his head, but, to save his life, Wu Sheng closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and with all his last strength, rushed towards the door that was close at hand. go!

Because he was so vigorous, he fell headfirst to the ground and rolled around a few times before finally stopping.

Wu Sheng raised his head in a dazed state, and it took him several seconds to realize that he had indeed narrowly escaped death.

He stared blankly at the place he had come from.

The walls are still hotel walls, smooth and nothing.

There are no holes.

There is no road extending to the unknown world outside the entrance of the cave, and there are no groups of cold and fierce ghosts on the road. Everything that happened just now is like my own hallucination.

The dim red light overhead was peaceful.

Wu Sheng stood up staggeringly, suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment as if in a lifetime,

"vomit!"

A clear retching sound came from the side, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Wu Sheng turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice with mixed feelings.

The culprit who caused him to fall into the place of death, and also the savior who brought him back from the mortal situation, was arching his back, leaning on the wall, the mask was pulled aside, his thin back was trembling, and he was vomiting. It was dark and pitiful looking.

it really is...

It's so weird.

Wu Sheng sighed for a long time, stepped forward, and patted Wen Jianyan on the back: "Are you okay?"

"…fine."

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, shook his head, and said weakly.

...No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's okay.

Wu Sheng held back the words in his heart.

It took a while for Wen Jianyan to recover from the nausea brought about by facing that giant mass of flesh and blood full of eyes.

He straightened up unsteadily, and looked towards the place he had just entered.

The walls have been restored to original condition.

There are neither doors nor holes in it.

"I've checked," Wu Sheng on the side noticed Wen Jianyan's gaze, and said, "The door we came in before doesn't exist. I think everything we saw just now, whether it's that road or that door , do not exist in the same dimension as us.”

Although the physical locations overlap, they are essentially no longer a world.

Wen Jianyan nodded absently.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the wall.

The wall under the palm is cold and solid, without any falsehood at all.

However, Wen Jianyan could still clearly outline the shape of the doorway in his mind.

—It is exactly the same as the big hole under the picture frame in the virtual space created by ouroboros.

Wen Jianyan can still remember how the out-of-control Wu Zhu fiercely prevented him from entering it, and how he warned him not to approach it after waking up.

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a long, deep breath, and pressed her hot forehead against the cold back of her hand.

It is already clear and cannot be clearer.

At first, he thought that the black hole under the picture frame was connected to the Xingxing Hotel that was blocked in the box garden outside the mirror copy, but the reality was quite different.

The place connected by the hole is not the real copy, on the contrary, it is actually connected to the dead land full of graves and ghosts.

In this case, everything can be explained.

Why is Wu Candle so vehemently trying to prevent him from entering it, and...

The last critical link has finally been filled.

The question that had troubled him for a long time was finally answered clearly.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and tried hard to calm himself down.

All of this is a bureau, a huge and precise bureau, not only aimed at him, but also a bigger and more terrifying bureau.

At this moment, Wu Sheng's voice came from the side:

"that…"

Wen Jianyan looked up: "?"

"There are footsteps coming this way." Wu Sheng said nervously.

In the distance, there were regular footsteps, and under the dim red light, shadowy figures swayed and walked in a certain direction.

"It's a resident attending the banquet."

Wen Jian said.

"!" As a black player who was trapped to death on the first day, although Wu Sheng missed a third of the dungeon, he still knew that in Xingwang Hotel, the word "guest" mean something.

It's a ghost.

He involuntarily tensed up:

"Then what shall we do?"

"Where can I avoid them?"

Wen Jianyan twirled the Ouroboros ring at the base of her finger, narrowing her eyes.

He is now very clear about what he is going to do next.

"Don't avoid it, let's keep up."

He said.

"ah?"

Wu Sheng was stunned.

What, keep up?

He turned his head and stared blankly at the young man standing aside, as if he didn't believe his ears.

"That's right," Wen Jianyan smiled.

He raised his hand and brushed his sweaty forehead hair back. His face, which was very pale just now, was full of energy, and he blinked at Wu Sheng.

"The good show has just begun."