Chapter Four Hundred and Eleven

The sky was pitch black with no light at all.

There was a dead silence on the huge playground.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, his face was unusually pale.

Although his san value has no longer continued to decline, but it is almost impossible to restore it to a normal level with only willpower.

Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations tormented him.

The cold, almost soul-freezing chill made him tremble all over, and the treacherous phantom swayed at the edge of his vision, but every time he looked in horror, he suddenly disappeared.

Whispers of unknown content can be heard in the ear, and they do not know where they come from, but they carry some kind of strange power that can drive people crazy.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forced herself to remain rational in this state, and then raised her head.

On the **** runway, those few expressionless student council members had disappeared at some point.

Looking around, he was the only one left in the whole world.

and his hallucinations.

"Why don't you look at me?" Wu Zhu asked.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Are you looking?

But to be honest, he really didn't expect why even Wu Zhu's phantom could be so irritating.

Wen Jianyan ignored the other party's existence, lowered his head, and tried to think about his current situation.

He opens the backpack.

Same as the professional class, except for the few props of the epic level, all the rest are displayed as unusable.

Obviously, this is a feature of the compulsory courses in this dungeon. However, when they were in professional courses before, they only needed to sleep for a while. Although they could not use props, there was no danger.

However, the current situation is obviously not something that can be solved simply by sleeping.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"I came back from the live broadcast room next door... I finally understand why someone just said that the anchor is the most dangerous so far. He is in a compulsory course that should not be life-threatening, and there is no way to use it. The state, encountered an attack originally aimed at Hugo!"

"But the anchor shouldn't be completely unarmed, right? Isn't the epic props still usable?"

"But according to my impression, none of the anchor's epic props should be suitable for this situation. [The Remains of the Holy Infant] is an invincible buff, but the invincibility has a time limit. If the time is over, you can't find a way to leave." Die, [Copper Scissors] is an attack prop, but there is no entity on the runway to attack him. [Kraft Paper] is very suitable for use in this situation, but I have the impression that the anchor put the number of times of the three questions in the last instance. It’s used up, and it’s basically a piece of paper now... I think it’s almost the same as being unarmed.”

"Good guy, I'm an old fan in front of you, and this is all so well known, awesome."

"But talent should be usable."

"Indeed! The talent of the anchor seems to be quite out of the ordinary now, and he is now an official member of the secret council, and the number of talents used in a single copy has also increased. As long as you are lucky, you should be able to successfully fool the copy. "

"Be lucky..."

"Be lucky..."

"My family, I laughed out loud."

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt his eyes blur, and there seemed to be a buzzing in his head, and the whispers that were originally very far away in his ears instantly amplified, making him a little unsteady.

At the same time, the number above his head jumped slowly and fell by one space.

SAN value: 27

"?!"

Wen Jianyan was surprised.

Only then did he notice that his toes actually touched the scarlet runway again—thus, his san value began to drop again.

With a heartbeat, he took a few steps back quickly, and quickly left the runway before the san value dropped to 26.

Did I move forward unknowingly?

I have no impression...

Wen Jianyan raised his head in surprise and looked around him.

In the darkness, the runway outside the grass field was blood-red. As the San value dropped, the previous phantom reappeared, and the rubber particles turned into needle-sized eyes, staring straight at him, and let out a giggle. Weird laughter, said in a sharp and thin, baby-like voice:

Come on, come on, come on...

Their voices came from all directions.

That runway was like a river of blood, with invisible shadows floating below it, waiting for the time to emerge from the water.

Only then did Wen Jianyan notice that the width of the runway had expanded significantly compared to just now.

Like a rope around the neck, the runway on the outside of the grass field is tightening, silently eroding the small safety zone under Wen Jianyan's feet.

The whole process may seem slow, but it is actually fast.

Less than half a minute after he left the runway, the **** runway touched his toes again.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank suddenly.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before the runway would completely spread under his feet, and this safe zone would disappear completely, leaving him with little time left.

Like a prisoner standing on the gallows, Wen Jianyan clearly saw his lack of time.

So, is it the same for everyone else besides yourself? Then why did the members of the student union show up?

Because of the previous roll call?

No, this is not important, the first thing to think about now is how to get out of here.

Student council, roll call, leave...

…Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and pressed his forehead that was throbbing with pain.

His head seemed to be covered in a layer of fog, and the problem that was originally very simple to think about smoothly was blocked in his mind like cement at this moment.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"? What's the matter with the anchor now?"

"What can I do, I'm tormented by hallucinations and hallucinations."

"If I remember correctly, 30 is the critical value in this dungeon. After the san value drops below 30, every point will become very critical. If it drops a little bit, the spirit will collapse more easily. In the end, even a complete thinking It’s very difficult to organize, I remember that when this dungeon was opened last time, a streamer went crazy when the San value was around 15, and he hadn’t even assimilated with the dungeon at that time.”

"I just don't know what the anchor saw now...it should be very curious, hahahaha!"

Wen Jianyan felt as if his thoughts were being torn into pieces by an invisible hurricane, sound, light and shadow...everything seemed to be turned into a weapon that could attack him, beating his psychological defense as if it had substance.

"..."

Familiar voices came from far away, born of long-forgotten memories.

Like calling, crying, accusing, and screaming.

fraud.

fraud.

fraud.

Someone is talking.

"uncomfortable?"

Wu Zhu's voice seemed to be amplified several times, and ghosts lingered around him.

In the next second, something cold fell on his forehead.

Wen Jianyan was startled and looked up.

- It is Wu Zhu's finger.

With the decrease of his san value, some kind of fuzzy boundary was shattered, and the phantom that existed only in the imagination seemed to have the same entity as those voices.

Those golden eyes were close at hand.

"What did you see?"

Wu Zhu moved a little closer, looking at Wen Jianyan's pale face with interest.

"..."

The cold feeling on the forehead inexplicably made people feel calm. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations just seemed to go away, and Wen Jianyan's eyes flickered.

No, no improvement.

Because the witch candle is an illusion.

— began to doubt his own judgment of hallucinations and reality, which meant that his condition became worse.

In the dizziness, Wen Jianyan forced himself to glance at the upper right corner: the san value did not rise, and even dropped to 26.

really.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room, the audience could only see Wen Jianyan standing there with a pale face, his eyes moving in the void, and the wind direction in the live broadcast room also changed to doubt.

"The host's hallucinations seem a bit serious..."

"His previous dungeon didn't seem to encounter this kind of situation. Is the hallucination this time different from the previous one?"

"However, the anchor has done a good job. In this dungeon related to the san value, it is an iron rule not to talk to your own hallucinations. Otherwise, the boundary between reality and illusion will be easily and completely confused. In addition to the anchor saying at the beginning Except for the word 'roll', he never spoke again, although his san value is a bit too low now, but I think there is still hope!"

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes and stepped back, away from Wu Zhu's fingers.

Voices and phantoms reappeared.

"Am I not hallucinating?"

Wu Zhu asked.

"Since it's an illusion, why are you hiding?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

This time, when Wu Zhu's fingers touched him again, he hesitated for a moment, but he did not move.

There may be some kind of trade-off relationship among them. After Wu Zhu's own sense of presence increased, although the San value did not rise, other auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations that interfered with his judgment began to go away.

"..."

Wen Jianyan forced herself to withdraw her attention from where she was touched.

Whether the illusion is real is not the point, the point is how to get out of here.

Wen Jianyan didn't want to use his talent in this situation. The success rate of his talent was closely related to the difficulty of making the lie come true. Under the premise of his poor mental condition, the low success rate would only increase again. Declining, in the end, is likely to be just a waste of time and times.

Therefore, it is better to use it or not to use it.

The foggy brain just now gradually cleared up.

First, has anyone else been in the same situation besides yourself?

Unlikely.

The members of the student union just now obviously provided him with ideas: Although the time and place overlap with the physical education class, the danger he encounters now is most likely related to the student union, not from the course itself.

That being the case, if he wants to break the game, he must think about the problem from this perspective.

But here comes the problem.

Wen Jianyan realized that he knew nothing about the student union.

After all, they never showed up except for registering them at the school gate on the first day of school, and he never had the chance to learn about this overly mysterious organization...

Wu Zhu next to him held his wrist tightly, stroking the skin on the inside of his wrist.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

is hallucination.

endured.

He took a deep breath and continued his train of thought.

No, not at all.

Judging from the current situation, the only person who has been in contact with the student union after enrollment is Hugo, otherwise, he would not have the armband of the student union in his hand—

Wait a moment.

Armbands?

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes suddenly, and looked around.

When he was just thinking about it, the runway had already occupied most of the grass field. Judging from this, it should take less than five minutes at most before this so-called safe zone would disappear.

but…

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the gray grass, surrounded by the scarlet runway, at this moment, no matter how you look at it, it looks like...

armbands.

His eyes flickered, and his breathing became slightly rapid involuntarily.

If so, it all makes sense.

Why was the runway a dull and faded red before, but now, in his eyes, it turned into a color like blood—that was the color of the armbands of the student union.

Unlike the runway, although the armband is looped when worn on the arm, it is a long strip with two ends pinned together, that is to say, even if it is wound into a circle, there will be crevice.

This may be the exit from which he left.

But the question is, where will this gap be?

Wen Jianyan looked around quickly, and his eyes fell on the end of the runway where the members of the student union first appeared.

Will it be there?

He thought, and ran quickly in that direction.

Wu Zhu clings to him.

"You found out?"

His voice sounded appreciative.

Wen Jianyan ignored him.

He skillfully ignored the annoying phantom beside him, and stepped forward.

However, Wu Zhu obviously didn't care about Wen Jianyan's ignorance, and continued to yell persistently:

"Unfortunately, it's useless."

Wen Jianyan came to the place where the members of the student union had appeared. His breathing was rapid, and his eyes scanned the ground anxiously. Soon, his eyes froze.

He found that when he stood in a certain position, he could just see that across the runway, there seemed to be a thin gap in the darkness opposite.

An undetectable light came through from there.

right here!

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up.

That's why those student union members appeared here, and it was precisely because of this that the "teammates" behind them would suddenly speak, confusing his judgment and making him stay on the runway for a while longer.

Here is the exit!

Wen Jianyan was unbearably excited, and was about to take a step towards the gap, but in the next second, he felt a basin of cold water pouring down his head.

no.

He took a deep breath and looked towards the upper right corner.

Because the San value is too low, it presents a dangerous blood red.

25 now.

Wen Jianyan visually checked the width of the runway again—although only a few minutes had passed, the width of the runway had doubled by nearly ten times, and it looked like an insurmountable river of blood.

If his san value is not lower than 60, then he can still survive.

But the problem is, before taking physical education class, Wen Jianyan's san value has been reduced to the current value due to various reasons.

too low.

Calculated based on the speed at which he lost san just after he hit the runway, the san value would be cleared to zero when he was less than halfway down, and he would be completely assimilated into a part of this copy.

[Holy Infant Remains] may be useful in this situation, but he is not sure if its invincibility time can last that long...

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, his expression flickering.

"I told you."

I don't know when it started, Wu Zhu tilted his head and rested his chin on Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

"The deal is still valid, how about it, think about it."

"Kiss me and I'll take you out."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

shut up you.

Just when he decided to give it a try and give it a go, suddenly, the gap on the opposite side of the runway widened by an inch.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

hallucination? still?

As if answering his guess, in the next second, a frayed rope at one end was thrown from the other side of the gap, and a vaguely distorted but vaguely familiar voice sounded:

"…catch!"

Hugo? !

Wen Jianyan was startled and recognized the owner of the voice.

"quick!"

He gritted his teeth, finally made up his mind, bent down and grabbed one end of the rope.

Wu Zhu: "..."

The expression in his eyeballs flickered on and off:

"You'd rather trust him?"

Under the pull of the other end of the rope, Wen Jianyan stepped on the runway. In the next second, he lost control of his feet and fell into the river of blood that looked like a runway.

Countless shadows swam in the blood river and gathered one after another, but they were separated by some invisible barrier.

Wen Jianyan looked up in fear.

San value did not drop.

The moment Wen Jianyan fell, the cold and ominous figures of the members of the student union reappeared. Wen Jianyan fell into the runway. They stood on the runway, leaning over and staring at him expressionlessly.

Wen Jianyan clutched the rope tightly, feeling a chill that made him almost shiver.

The middle part of the rope, which was already worn out, seemed to be eroded by some invisible force, and it began to open slowly, making an overwhelmed "sizzling" sound.

…not good.

A strong, almost fatal sense of crisis hit, Wen Jianyan shuddered, trying to move forward with the force of the rope, but his body seemed to be frozen, and there was no possibility of moving.

The waists of the student union members on both sides are bent lower and lower, and lower and lower.

They stretched out their hands and reached out to Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan watched the pale palm approaching helplessly, but she was already rationally preparing to activate the props in her heart.

[Holy Infant Remains] seems to be suitable for this situation.

After all, half of the journey has now passed, and this time, its continuation time is definitely enough.

three.

two.

—

The countdown in my heart is stuck.

Wen Jianyan felt that her lips were touched, and something soft and cold brushed past her, and she left as soon as she touched it.

In his hallucination-shattered and chaotic vision, the opponent's golden eyes were close at hand.

"Okay, I kiss you too."

Wu Zhu said in compromise.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan's body fell heavily to the ground, his side face pressed against the rough and faded runway, and it was rubbed red by the rubber particles.

"Out!"

In the buzzing ears, it seems to be able to capture the familiar sound that is far away and seems to be close at hand.

"Thank goodness!"

"Is he not hurt?"

"Hiss, not a lot... But it seems that I made it myself, so it should be fine."

"Quick, help the person up first."

After the "Witch Candle" in the hallucination disappeared, those hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that could almost drive people crazy struck again. Wen Jianyan lay on the ground in a daze, and was lifted up by a pair of strong hands. They rested on the shoulders of the two, their legs were as soft as noodles, and they could only be dragged forward.

Looking at Wen Jianyan, who was unconscious and pale, Tangerine Candy wiped off his sweat and moved his arms, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Hugo: "Satisfied?"

Tangerine Candy threw the rope back to Hugo, and grudgingly snorted:

"…Okay."

Hugo looked down at the rope in his hand.

The middle has been almost worn out, and only the last few thin threads are about to be completely broken, but they still maintain their original state and length.

Needless to say, he was actually relieved.

The number of times this prop has been used has reached the limit. To be honest, he himself is not sure whether it can last again, but props that can transcend rules and dimensions are too rare. Except for this rope, He also has no other choice, so he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

But what I didn't expect was that the rope not only persisted, but also seemed to be usable again...

It was beyond his expectation.

Yun Bilan touched Wen Jianyan's cheek, and frowned:

"It's cold."

It's not the temperature of an ordinary human body, but like a solid ice cube.

"It should be that his san value is too low," Orange Tang came over and said, "but to be honest, it's pretty awesome to be able to escape from this level of danger with such a low san value Forced."

Tian Ye supported Wen Jianyan's arm, and asked in disbelief:

"Then... what should we do now?"

His eyes lit up, thinking of something: "Ah! The noodles in the cafeteria!"

Tangerine Candy rolled his eyes greatly: "Let's not talk about whether we should use people with such a low san value to experiment with the functions of unknown props, take a step back and say, now is not the time for the cafeteria to open, so use your brain before speaking .”

Tian Ye's face flushed red, and he murmured, "Sorry."

"Then is it possible that we have to wait for his san value to automatically recover?" Wei Cheng asked with his brows tightened.

"I can't reply."

Hugo came over.

He has put away the props and regained his previous calmness.

"If I'm not wrong, his san value should have dropped below the critical value."

Yun Bilan frowned: "So?"

"So," Hugo glanced at her and continued, "His san value can no longer continue to recover over time, but may continue to decline."

Before breaking through the critical value, although the debuff is still carried, the human state can still be regarded as "normal". Therefore, as long as you stay away from the pollution source, the san value can slowly recover. However, after falling below the critical value, the human spirit It will be completely far away from the normal state, even if it is far away from the source of pollution, without the assistance of props, unless the willpower is particularly strong, it is almost impossible to recover naturally, but it may cause mental instability due to hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. Dangerously, but will continue to fall until it falls into madness.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.

"Then what should we do?" Tian Ye was at a loss.

At this time, a voice came from the side.

very calm.

"At this time, it's time for the prophet to come in handy, isn't it?"

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Su Cheng stood aside, the color of his eyeballs became darker due to the increase in copies. He was holding a stack of Tarot cards in his hand. Before they discussed, he seemed to have completed the divination.

There is a strange halo in his eyes that seems to be enchanting, and his voice is also faint:

"Come with me, I know where to go."

"Wow," Tangerine Tang tilted her head and said with a smile on her face, "You seem to be different from before."

At the end of [Changsheng Building], they had temporarily become teammates. Although Su Cheng already had the calmness and attitude of a senior anchor at that time, he still looked young and immature. Obviously only a short time passed, but However, his temperament seemed to have changed drastically.

more importantly…

Tangerine Candy narrowed her eyes, and her gaze fell on the Tarot card in Su Cheng's hand.

If she remembered correctly, Su Cheng's previous talent could not be realized, but now, even outsiders like them can clearly see the shape of the cards.

This not only shows the horror of the growth rate of Su Cheng's ability, but also shows some ominous signs.

Even if it is orange candy, I can't help but feel a twinge of shock.

You know, how long has it been.

Moreover, even in this dungeon, before Wen Jianyan fell into a coma, Su Cheng didn't seem to have revealed his special ability, is it because of his clumsiness?

Or…

Tangerine Candy turned her head and glanced at the unconscious Wen Jianyan, showing a thoughtful expression.

—Does he not want to be discovered by his captain?

*

Since the 20-minute run has ended, the rest of the time is free to move around, even if get out of class ends early.

Therefore, the group left the playground very smoothly without being blocked along the way.

However, the physical education teacher's gaze still wandered up and down Wen Jianyan's back for a long time, and did not move away until he could no longer see it.

After all, the current Wen Jianyan is a sweet pastry that exudes a strong sense of existence. If there are no rules, no existence in the dungeon can easily let him go.

After leaving the playground, Su Cheng led the way, and the others supported Wen Jianyan and followed behind him.

His speed is neither fast nor slow, but he is very calm, without confusion, and seems to be very sure of the direction he is going to walk next, without any hesitation at all.

They crossed the artificial lake, walked through the teaching building area, and walked in the direction of the dormitory area.

However, before entering the dormitory area, Su Cheng turned around and walked to the other side.

While walking, Tangerine Tang took out the freshman handbook and pointed at the surrounding paths.

She frowned slightly.

The road they are taking now is not marked on the map.

But the strange thing is that they have passed that fork in the road many times before, but they never seem to realize that there is another road to turn left.

It's almost like being blocked in consciousness.

After passing through a stretch of weeds, soon, a vermilion low building appeared in front of several people.

Su Cheng stopped in his tracks: "This is it."

Tangerine Candy took a few steps forward and saw the old sign hanging above the building:

■■Supermarket.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"supermarket?"

"supermarket?!"

"This dungeon still has this thing? I've seen it for nothing..."

"I don't even look at which anchor opened so many branches in [Yuying Comprehensive University] before. Basically, they would collect credits after they came, and leave after getting mixed up. Otherwise, how could the viewing value of this dungeon be so low? ?”

"Speaking of which, has anyone mentioned this supermarket before? Why do I have a little impression..."

"! Ah, I remembered. When the anchor was in the movie "Brave Richard", didn't he talk to Chu Chu? Since Li Cha came back from the gym, he never drank the water he received. , but started to buy water from the small supermarket to drink!"

"I'll go, it seems to be true. At that time, I thought about it. How can there be a small supermarket in Yuying Comprehensive University! It turns out that there is really a good guy!"

Several people looked at each other and exchanged a look.

It stands to reason that in an ordinary university campus, in addition to the cafeteria, there will indeed be a supermarket.

However, what they didn't expect was that the supermarket in Yuying Comprehensive University was not only not in the official park, it was not even shown on the map...

What the **** kind of supermarket is this?

"What are you still doing?" Orange Tang shrugged and said casually, "Come in."