Chapter 454

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, silently staring at the familiar scene in front of him.

For those brief seconds, his mind went blank.

The surrounding darkness is as sticky as porridge, and the soft brownish-yellow land under your feet extends endlessly into the distance. The endless coldness rises from the soles of your feet, making you almost feel like falling into an abyss.

Roots took root under his feet, as if he was firmly fixed in place by nails, unable to move.

Numerous pictures emerged from memory, scrambling to squeeze into my mind.

The cold red sedan chair, the paper figurines carrying the sedan chair, the sacrifices in front of the grave, and the dead courtyard.

Continuous rain, empty streets, endless graves.

And these seemingly unrelated dungeons all lead to the same place in the end—

This cemetery.

It's as if there is an invisible force in the dark, connecting everything together in an undetectable way, and finally weaving it into a dense web, overwhelming and without gaps.

This gave Wen Jianyan a feeling of suffocation.

"Hello."

Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "What are you still doing?"

"...!"

The voice came so abruptly that Wen Jianyan couldn't help but tremble.

He turned his head abruptly to look in the direction of the sound.

A faceless man stood in front of him, with his arms crossed, and he tilted his head impatiently at him.

Although the other party's facial features were still blank and her voice had also been de-characterized, Wen Jianyan still recognized her.

It's orange candy.

After getting off the car, Wen Jianyan stayed in place for so long that she became a little anxious.

"…nothing."

Wen Jianyan shook her head, as if she just got out of her thoughts just now.

Tangerine Candy gave him a suspicious look. Although she was not as sensitive to people's body language as Wen Jianyan, even so, she could still feel that the other person's mind was out of place.

"What, have you changed your mind?"

she asked, frowning.

Wen Jianyan has completely recovered at this moment: "No."

He looked at Tangerine Candy and said, "Be careful in your actions this time. In any case, don't leave the bus too far, let alone go deep into this land, stay away from those bulging graves, and the inside can't be destroyed. something lightly handled."

He already understood this very well in the copy of the Prosperous Hotel.

If this is really the cemetery, then what is buried under each grave is a real "ghost".

Unlike the copy NPC, there is no emotion, no thinking, only the horror of indiscriminate killing.

Letting one out under the current situation is simply asking for death.

Noticing the extraordinary solemnity in Wen Jianyan's words, Tangerine Candy couldn't help becoming serious.

"What do you mean, you know this place?"

To be able to draw conclusions so quickly, to find taboos, is almost impossible.

"Wait a minute, what is 'your operation this time'?" Tangerine Tang seemed to have suddenly realized something, tilted his head and frowned, "Aren't you with us?"

Wen Jianyan: "...Yes."

"Huh?" Orange Tang's voice raised an octave, "Why?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer right away.

In fact, before getting off the bus, he really wasn't ready to act alone.

but…

Wen Jianyan looked up at the barren cemetery in front of him.

In the darkness, there was a dead silence among the thick yellowish-brown graves. To the naked eye, there was hardly any visible danger. However, only Wen Jianyan knew that all this was far from being as peaceful as it seemed, and invisible terror was lurking in the abyss. under.

This piece of grave soil is like the background color hidden under the film film. Usually, there is almost no trace, but if you look carefully frame by frame, you will find...

It's everywhere.

This made Wen Jianyan shudder.

Inexplicably, he seemed to have a premonition.

This cemetery may be more important than he imagined.

Not just a copy of a certain one, maybe even the entire nightmare.

Or…

The whole world?

"Anyway, remember what I just said." Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at Tangerine Candy, and said, "Don't leave the vicinity of the bus, once you arrive at the stipulated boarding time, you must come back immediately, understand? "

"..."

Tangerine Candy stared at him a few times, and probably figured out that Wen Jianyan had made up his mind.

She shrugged indifferently:

"Okay, be careful."

Wen Jianyan nodded hurriedly at her, then turned around and walked quickly into the distance.

The ground under your feet is thick and soft. When you step on it, you will always feel that you will sink your whole body. The gloomy coldness spreads from below, making you always want to pull your feet away reflexively, but after the next step The location is still on this land, and the status quo cannot be improved at all.

Even though she had recovered from the horror when she got out of the car, Wen Jianyan still felt chills down her back.

After all, this is an area where only the dead can set foot.

In the Changsheng Building, he never really left the path extending from the courtyard from the beginning to the end, and in the Xingwang Hotel, he was able to walk in the cemetery for a short time only with the help of a mask Chance, even so, his mask is constantly being eroded by invisible forces, and once the mask is eroded away, the only protection will disappear.

until then...

He will be left in this tomb forever.

But this time, the situation is somewhat different.

For unknown reasons, they were able to enter this place of death without using any props.

This is by no means because the dungeons have changed, so the rules have also changed... The horror hidden here is definitely not that simple, and Wen Jianyan is not that naive yet.

It is precisely because of this that Wen Jianyan ordered Orange Candy so seriously just now:

Don't stray away from the bus, once you arrive at the stipulated time, you must get back on the bus immediately.

The closer you are to the product in the dungeon, the more controllable the risk will be.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly, and the cold air poured into his lungs, calming his mind down.

He lowered his head, opened his backpack and looked.

Everything works fine with props.

Next, he rarely took the initiative to open the live broadcast room.

Ever since he no longer needed the audience to tip him to earn points to keep him alive, Wen Jianyan rarely took the initiative to actively interact with the audience in the live broadcast room—no way, he is such a pragmatic person.

After all, among these advanced dungeons in the later stage, it is really not cost-effective to go all out to please the audience.

Of course...Once the audience has value again, he will naturally greet people with a smile and obey everything.

Wen Jianyan's intimacy is as skillful as his indifference.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the barrage in front of him with a smile, and saw those who excitedly welcomed him, complained about him, and cursed him viciously, the expression on his face did not change a bit.

"Good morning."

The picture in the live broadcast room will not be affected by the debuff in the dungeon. On the screen, the young man narrowed his light-colored eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and wore a sincere and lovable smile.

"It's been a long time since I saw you all, I really miss you."

He spoke very naturally, with a slightly raised tail, and a just-right smile, like an inadvertent swipe of the tip of a fluffy tail.

Three seconds later, the barrage of gifts became even more fierce.

"Is the quality of everyone's live broadcast okay?" Wen Jianyan asked with concern, "I heard that Nightmare's data transmission had problems several times before, which greatly affected everyone's viewing experience."

Amidst the turbulent echoes and complaints from the barrage, the young man lowered his eyes pitifully and apologized:

"I am sorry."

A few seconds later, the number of gifts immediately soared to a new high again.

"Ah, I don't blame you!"

"They're all nightmare idiots! I'm really speechless, what about the usual rewards? Are they all private? If you don't maintain the quality of your live broadcast, it's really cheap!"

"What about now? Is everything going well?"

Wen Jianyan asked with concern.

The barrage of gifts and responses became even more enthusiastic, and the audience responded with gusto.

"Not so good!"

"The anchor may not be able to see it, but there are really a lot of snowflakes on our screen now, and the signal also feels delayed. It's really annoying. I don't know why Nightmare keeps having problems recently. It's really disgusting!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't have problems as often as I do now. My patience is exhausted by these bugs..."

Wen Jianyan entered the live broadcast room for just over a minute, and the number of reward points in the [Integrity First] live broadcast room directly rushed to the top three in the whole list, which is not unreasonable.

"That's it."

Wen Jianyan smiled.

In the next second, he suppressed his smile and exited the live broadcast room.

Only a question mark was left in the live broadcast room.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"?"

"?"

"Huh? Gone?"

"Let's go??!!"

The audience looked at each other blankly, without recalling it for a while.

I don't know why... why do I always feel like there is an illusion of being used up and thrown away? ? ?

After leaving the live broadcast room, the smile on Wen Jianyan's face gradually faded until it disappeared.

The signal in the live broadcast room is not very good.

Every question he asked, the audience would respond after a few seconds of delay, and the audience also clearly expressed their dissatisfaction with the signal.

According to his previous experience, Nightmare is not all-knowing and omnipotent, especially when the difficulty rating of the dungeon increases, its sense of boundary becomes more obvious—even some scenes cannot be touched by its power.

But this cemetery is obviously not one of them.

Although his two experiences here were not pleasant, except for the time when he was swept into the paper sedan chair, the signal in the live broadcast room was never broken, and the props were basically in normal use.

Here is more like a buffer zone, between the dungeon that Nightmare can completely control and the environment that Nightmare can't interfere at all.

Wen Jianyan raised his head and looked around again.

Although this is also a boundless cemetery shrouded in darkness, there are obviously fewer graves scattered around here, but in the two previous visits he had, the number of graves was overwhelming and densely packed , looking frightening.

Obviously, the degree of danger of the cemetery is closely related to its depth, and they are now at the "edge" of this cemetery.

…or at least the side that is relatively close to reality.

Perhaps because of this, they are now able to remain safe for the time being.

Ming was on the edge of the cemetery, logically speaking, Nightmare should have stronger control over this place.

—But the signal of Nightmare has become weaker? Why?

Wen Jianyan doesn't know the answer yet.

He lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingertips thoughtfully.

After careful consideration, Wen Jianyan decided not to continue exploring further.

Even though it was not the first time for him to come to this place, he still didn't dare to take risks.

He knew that if he got lost here, there would be no possibility of leaving. Once he wandered into some unknown place, maybe even Nightmare would be powerless.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, stepped back, turned around and walked towards one of the team's anchors.

Although he still wants to figure out the secrets hidden in this grave, it is more urgent for him now to figure out the mechanism of this dungeon.

Fortunately, his status as a "community member" gave him this wonderful opportunity.

You can observe slowly without participating in any action.

*

The darkness was bottomless, and boundless coldness enveloped it from all directions.

An anchor bent down, trying hard to put the graveyard on the ground into the white pocket.

He pretended to be calm, but his face turned pale uncontrollably.

His name is Arnold.

In fact, as an anchor, his level is not too low. Outside, he is the vice president of a small guild. The rating from the very beginning was SS rank, so he will definitely not enter.

but…

[Yuying Comprehensive University] At the beginning, it started from a B-level dungeon. Although the dungeon was upgraded after alienation, its actual difficulty is still lower than the original SS-level dungeon.

And because the level of the dungeon is much higher than that of the anchor, its rewards are better than ordinary SS level dungeons.

For those of them who are only one step away from becoming a senior anchor, it is an irresistible temptation.

What's more, this dungeon is an open dungeon. The characteristics of an open dungeon are long time and high degree of freedom. The difficulty faced by the anchor is linked to the route he chooses. That is to say, most of the dangers can be avoided. possibility.

Therefore, it was with such a fluke mentality that Arnold became ruthless, gritted his teeth, and chose to enter [Yuying Comprehensive University] to make money.

And what he experienced on the first day of entering this dungeon basically confirmed his guess.

Indeed, although there were many very critical situations, they were all successfully saved in the end. Therefore, after yesterday and the day, Arnold also relaxed a little.

Sure enough, with the support of the B-level dungeon, no matter how difficult it is, it won't be so difficult.

But today, as soon as he got out of the car, Arnold realized something was wrong.

His talent was originally related to psychics, and his ability to perceive danger was far superior to others. Therefore, the moment he stood on this land, a strong uneasiness hit him.

here…

It's too cloudy.

He thought that leaving the campus meant leaving the center of danger, but he didn't expect... the sense of threat brought by this cemetery was more terrifying than any area he entered in Yuying Comprehensive University.

A cold feeling spread from the soles of his feet, and every time he took a step forward, Arnold had the illusion that his soul was being eroded.

Arnold took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He comforted himself in his heart.

In any case, they only need to stay here for a maximum of two hours, as long as the white cloth bag is filled, he can take the return bus.

Here, the mountains and plains are full of soil, and the bag is not very big, so it should not be too difficult.

Arnold lowered his head, inserted his fingers into the soft and cold yellowish-brown soil, and tried to put handfuls of soil into the cloth bag. Every time his fingers touched the soil, it would become a little stiffer, as shallow as a corpse. The cyan color spread from the fingertips, as if it was gradually rotting under the influence of Yin Qi.

It's not that he doesn't want to use something other than his hands to shovel.

The main reason is that for some unknown reason, tools other than hands cannot scoop up the seemingly ordinary thick soil layer, and the yellow-brown soil will slide down from the surface of the tool under unknown force , nothing can be pocketed—

Even props are useless.

With his hard work, the cloth bag was filled in barely a few minutes.

Anuo let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and stood up from the ground with his stiff knees supported.

However, just as he straightened up, an opening suddenly opened under the originally complete bag, and the yellow-brown soil he had collected fell on the ground with a clatter.

"No... no, how could this be?"

Horrified, Arno bent down, trying to stop the leak of soil, but his efforts were in vain.

Soon, the bag was empty again.

He lowered his head and looked in through the mouth of the bag.

The bottom of the white cloth bag is very complete, not half damaged, but not half of the soil remains.

"...?"

Arnold involuntarily froze in place.

However, after a brief daze, he quickly came back to his senses.

The previous fluke popped like a balloon.

Sure enough, in SS-level dungeons, this seemingly ordinary task is often not as simple as it appears on the surface.

A Nuo wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm, gritted his teeth, carried the cloth bag, turned and walked towards the bus.

The same as when it came, the bus still looked dilapidated, standing quietly in a piece of barren land, the dirty windows were dark, and it looked very strange.

But as soon as he stepped on the pedal, his health was immediately gnawed off.

"?!"

Arnold was horrified immediately, and hurriedly took back his steps.

Before he could stand still, a voice sounded from above his head:

"You can't return until you've completed your mission."

A Nuo felt a cold behind his back, and turned his head to look.

I saw the teacher standing in the bus, looking down at him condescendingly. His pale face was hidden in the depths of the shadows, looking ghostly and frightening.

Arnold collected himself, and asked fearfully:

"Teacher, no, sorry, there seems to be something wrong with my bag, and all the dirt comes from

The teacher's facial features were hidden in the darkness, and Arnold couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

"It means that the quality of the soil you collected is not good enough."

"..."

Anuo was taken aback.

Soil... not good quality?

Before he could react, the teacher once again submerged into the darkness and disappeared.

Arnold stood where he was, but he didn't dare to take a step on the pedal again.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, he was startled, turned his head suddenly, and looked behind—

In the loess that can't be seen at a glance, these lonely graves are scattered in twos and threes.

Since the quality of ordinary soil is not good enough, what kind of soil quality will pass the test?

The answer is ready to come.

Graveyard, of course.

Arnold's hair stood on end.

After guessing the answer, fear immediately arose from the bottom of my heart.

But he knew... If he didn't want to die, he had to complete the mission.

No matter how scared he was in his heart, he had to find the lonely grave, put the soil from the grave into a bag, and bring it back.

A Nuo took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, clutched his pocket tightly, and headed towards a lone grave not far away.

Soon, he came to the lonely grave.

He didn't feel it when he was far away, but the closer he got, the more frightened he became. The yellow-brown mound in front of him protruded, and there was a dead silence beneath it, with no signs of recovery, but the indescribable cold feeling diffused from it. , Just standing in front of the grave, that strong sense of discomfort has spread to his whole body, making him shiver involuntarily.

Calm down, calm down.

Anuo warned himself in his heart.

In any case, this is what must be done.

He squatted down, carefully inserted his fingers into the grave, and put a handful of soil into his pocket.

After the grave soil fell from between his fingers, Arnold saw that his fingers turned blue-gray almost immediately - just this time, the degree of his fingers' corpse was several times worse than before.

Anuo was secretly startled.

He withdrew his hand, stood up, and then looked down at the cloth bag in his hand.

The cloth bag hangs down from the hand, and it looks soft because it is empty, but at the bottom of the bag, there is a small handful of soil left dangling.

This time, there were no openings below.

"..."

Anuo let out a long breath involuntarily.

It seems that the soil quality is finally up to standard this time.

He guessed right, ordinary soil is indeed useless, only the grave soil covering the grave mounds is the soil they really want to collect.

Arno squatted down again, and began to carefully put the soil above the grave into his pocket.

However, under the influence of some invisible mechanism, he didn't notice that every time he inserted his finger into the soil, the san value in the upper right corner of his body dropped a little.

As time goes by, the cloth bag is filled little by little.

And under the forced neglect caused by the mechanism, Arnold didn't notice the drop in his San value.

Soon, soon.

Seeing that the cloth bag was half full, Arnold lifted his spirits. He reached out to the grave bag that had collapsed slightly in front of him again, ready to go all out and complete the task.

His fingers stuck into the soil, and in the next second, something cold seemed to grab his wrist firmly.

"?!"

A Nuo was shocked, and hurriedly backed away, but the soil below him suddenly began to collapse, his feet slipped, and he fell on his back to the ground, loosening his hands, and the opening of the cloth bag opened.

He tried to struggle, but the prop had just been activated and before he could use it, a bluish-white hand suddenly stretched out from the cloth bag, grabbing A Nuo's wrist firmly.

Soil poured down.

The soil seemed to have some kind of power that could isolate everything. In the blink of an eye, the props that had just been activated lost their effect.

"No... no, no no no no!"

Arnold's eyes widened in horror, his eyes were full of despair, life-like soil poured in from all directions, blocking his ears, eyes, mouth and nose.

The whole process took no more than a minute, and the grave was once again dead silent.

In a breath, a person disappeared completely.

It was dark all around.

Except for the slightly sunken grave mound, it was as if nothing had happened.

In the darkness, Wen Jianyan stood aside.

He watched everything that happened with a complicated expression.

Behind the thin membrane, a faceless man crawled out from the grave, he patted the dirt on his body, and was still muttering curses.

It seemed that when he was wearing the badge, the dirt would not harm him, but once he took off the badge, even though he pulled away quickly, he was still hurt by the soil.

Soon, he saw Wen Jianyan standing aside.

"..."

The faceless man seemed taken aback, but he quickly calmed down.

He "looked" at Wen Jianyan coldly, as if he knew that the other party could not pose any threat to him, so he bent down and began to search for something in the soil—Wen Jianyan knew that he was looking for the dead body of the anchor "Badge" on the .

Once the anchor is killed by a club member, a badge will appear on his body, waiting to be collected by the people in the film.

But soon, the faceless man jumped up, shaking the dirt on his hands, and cursed: "Damn... I knew I wouldn't bury it so deep next time."

The dirt fell, revealing pale palms.

He spat and cursed viciously:

"unlucky."

After doing all this, he turned around and left.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, lowered his eyes, and stared at the tomb in front of him.

He has seen it all.

He walked forward and knelt down in front of the grave.

The tall tomb had collapsed a little, and the bottom was pitch black, exuding an extremely dangerous atmosphere, which made people feel frightened.

But Wen Jianyan knew clearly that the truly dangerous "ghost" who had been buried hadn't actually woken up.

Otherwise, the horror it brings will be unstoppable by anyone present.

The death of the other party was not due to the danger hidden in the cemetery itself, but because of a hunting of ordinary anchors by members of the commune.

Once wearing the badge, the members of the club will turn into the kind of monsters he has seen before. He will hide in the grave, waiting for the anchor's San value to be eroded by the soil, until the moment when the other party can't fight, Only then did he make a sudden move and let the other party be buried under the grave, but this time, the member obviously made a small mistake. He accidentally buried the anchor too deep, so that when he Once back inside the film, it was impossible to collect badges without taking a shot without being eroded by the dirt.

And more anchors are aware of the role of graves, and more people are approaching in this direction.

In this case, if you wear the badge again, it is very likely that you will not be able to take it off in time.

Therefore, the other party weighed the pros and cons and decided to give up this prey that was close at hand.

Wen Jianyan let out a long breath, patted the dust off his knees, and was about to stand up.

However, suddenly, a strange feeling came from behind.

It was a chilling fear as if being targeted.

"?!"

Wen Jianyan was startled for a moment, then turned her head and looked back.

In the darkness not far away, stood a man of medium build.

His face was pale, as if covered with thick wall dust, and a pair of numb and dark eyes stared at him closely. Although the film separating each other never disappeared, Wen Jianyan could feel it very clearly. a little:

The other party is looking at himself.

"—!"

Wen Jianyan took a sharp breath and took a step back.

How can it be? !

At that moment, Wen Jianyan recalled that before getting on the bus, the other party's gaze that seemed to be unconsciously turned over, swept across him and quickly retracted—

That's not an illusion.

but in disguise.

The mason grinned slowly, showing a cold smile, his sticky eyes wrapped tightly around Wen Jianyan's body, and slowly licked him from head to toe: "You really made me wait It's been too long."

"This time, you are finally alone, dear.":,,.