Chapter 50

At first glance, this Wen Po is the key NPC in the entire dungeon, and it is the kind that releases core tasks.

After Wen Po's voice fell, all the mobile phones in the pockets of the anchors vibrated.

Chen Mo and Wang Hanyu, who are C-level anchors, immediately understood that this was a new mission.

They couldn't help but feel refreshed.

This shows that they are on the right track this time.

"Who stole the soul lock altar?" Chen Mo stood up and continued to ask: "Where should we go to retrieve them?"

"The one who stole the soul-locking altar is the resident of this building."

Granny Wen staggered forward on crutches, and slowly lit the incense on the incense altar in front of the Bodhisattva statue.

She lowered her eyes, and the corners of her wrinkled mouth trembled slightly: "They actively introduced evil things into their homes, not only harming themselves, but also harming their family members."

That is to say, those residents who were killed in the massacre were the ones who stole the soul-locking altar.

"Could it be 1304 and 1306?"

Wang Hanyu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked back.

"..."

Granny Wen sighed, lowered her eyes, and muttered: "Bodhisattva is merciful."

Su Cheng thought for a while, and asked, "How many soul-locking altars have been lost?"

"Three altars."

Granny Wen said slowly.

The three anchors were all taken aback.

In other words, there should be another massacre in this building, but they haven't found the place yet.

"That is to say, as long as you find the soul-locking altar and put it back in place, all this will be over?"

Wang Hanyu confirmed.

Granny Wen raised her cloudy eyes covered by white clouds, and nodded slowly: "Naturally."

In this case, their next task is very clear, to retrieve the three stolen soul-locking altars, bring them back here, and let the Bodhisattva suppress the evil spirits again.

Wang Hanyu and Chen Mo looked at each other and nodded.

Su Cheng turned his head subconsciously, looking for Wen Jianyan's figure.

The young man stood alone at the junction of light and dark, leaning on the door frame in a relaxed posture, raising his eyes slightly, staring at the brass-colored Bodhisattva statue in front of him.

The dim light of the candlelight in front of the Bodhisattva falls on the bottom of his amber eyes, like splashing fire.

He broke the silence with his words:

"Since the soul-locking altar is so dangerous, why did those residents steal them?"

Granny Wen stroked the bead string on her wrist, lowered her cloudy eyes, and said slowly, "In order to regain freedom, evil spirits will tempt people who are not determined."

She shook her head, her voice hoarse and old: "They took the initiative to stay away from the blessings of the Bodhisattva, and deviated from their benevolent thoughts."

Wang Hanyu promised: "Wen Po, trust us, we will bring back the Soul Locking Altar, and let this end."

Granny Wen raised her eyes and said slowly:

"In that case, I have something here that should come in handy."

She walked to the chest of drawers next to the statue of the Bodhisattva, and took out a small mahogany box from the cupboard. The lid of the box was pulled open, making an ear-piercing rubbing sound.

Granny Wen took out a handful of incense ashes from the incense burner, muttered something in her mouth, and then slowly sprinkled the incense ashes into the box.

After finishing all this, she took out a palm-sized gossip mirror from the box.

"This is…?"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

Wen Po: "You should have noticed that after nightfall, the whole building has changed."

really.

There was only one floor left in the thirteen-story building, and the remaining twelve floors radiated from the four sides with the thirteenth floor as the main axis, changing from a three-dimensional structure to a flat structure.

"Actually, this is the power of evil spirits that is changing our world."

Granny Wen caressed the mirror surface with her palm covered with incense ash, making the already dusty mirror surface even darker, unable to reflect people's shadows at all: "Now, its power has swelled to the point where I can't suppress it. , the boundary between the underworld and the underworld has become blurred, and in a few more hours, we will be pulled into that world forever."

"But...it's not there yet."

Granny Wen looked at the anchors in front of her, and said slowly: "The soul lock altar is no longer on our side, but is hidden deep in the opposite world."

"If you want to retrieve the soul-locking altar, you need to go through this mirror, cross the boundary between Yin and Yang, and go to that world to find it.

"This trip is dangerous, are you really willing?"

"Of course." The anchors nodded.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Not at all.

But do I have a choice!

Granny Wen scanned the entire room with her cloudy eyes, then handed the mirror to Wang Hanyu:

"Your spirituality is the strongest, and this item will be entrusted to you for safekeeping."

"OK."

Wang Hanyu took a step forward, reaching out to take the mirror from Granny Wen's hand, the moment his fingers touched the mirror, he paused for a moment involuntarily.

Wen Jianyan keenly caught the brief pause of the other party.

…Well.

That being the case, this mirror must be a hidden item in this dungeon.

However, although its rarity is not easy to say, it should be either common or difficult, and the possibility of legend is unlikely.

After explaining how to use the mirror, the group left Granny Wen's room.

After a brief discussion, they finally decided to go back along the same route, and first went to 1304, which had been there once, to find the soul lock altar.

Outside the door, the rattling monster has disappeared, leaving only a cold and dead corridor. The rice on the ground has completely turned black, the three sticks of incense on it have been burned out, and the fruits placed around are also shriveled. rotten.

There was an unsettling and eerie atmosphere in the air.

After leaving the room, Chen Mo tried to contact the anchors who were separated from them earlier.

No response.

This is not a good sign.

A group of people moved forward with extra caution, for fear of encountering any terrifying creatures that would come out to make trouble again. They were lucky, and they did not encounter any danger until they returned to the main corridor.

The thirteenth floor is here.

Compared with when they left before, this floor has changed even more. The walls on both sides of it have begun to widen, the distance between the corridors has been widened by nearly three times, and the opposite door that was close at hand is now extremely far away.

The lights above the head flickered dimly, with a faint red glow.

But at least the order of the house numbers has not changed.

Soon, they came to the door of Room 1304.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, collected himself, and slowly stretched out his hand to push the door open.

The door swung open silently.

A strong rancid smell surged in the air, and the four terrifying paper figurines had disappeared, leaving only an empty, dark room.

Four people walked into it.

"Are you ready?" Wang Hanyu looked around and said, "I'm starting."

He pressed his palms on the cold and cloudy mirror surface, and began to slowly recite a few formulas taught to him by Granny Wen.

It's not like Chinese, and it's not Sanskrit.

The syllables are weird and weird, and can only be memorized by rote, like some kind of spell, repeated over and over again in a deliberately lowered voice, echoing in the dark and narrow room, making people feel a little chills down the spine for no reason.

Accompanied by the chanting, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, cutting people's lives like a knife.

Distant, fine and fuzzy sounds sounded in the ears, as if the room was filled with countless ghosts, whispering in everyone's ears.

In the next second, the world spun.

A strong attraction pulls everyone from the depths of the mirror to the inside of the mirror!

Su Cheng felt dizzy and his stomach rolled, as if his whole body had been stuffed into a drum washing machine and turned around several times. He staggered two steps and nearly fell down.

Consciousness came back little by little.

He opened his eyes.

The scene around him seemed to be the same as before, he was still standing in 1304, but something seemed to have changed drastically.

After being stunned for two seconds, Su Cheng realized where the strangeness came from.

All the things around him are upside down, as if they are in a mirror world.

Everything was shrouded in a faint red, and there was a disgusting strange smell in the air.

Bloody, rancid, and cold.

"Only with the help of mirrors can we return to the real world."

Wang Hanyu carefully put the gossip mirror back into his pocket, turned his head to look at the other members of the team, and said: "Next, we must act together, and we must never separate. You must follow me closely. Once we separate, we may die. Trapped here forever."

Su Cheng felt a chill down his back.

He hastily nodded vigorously.

"..."

Wang Hanyu was startled, he frowned, looked around the room again, and then said very puzzled: "Speaking of... where is that NPC?"

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head to look.

There were only three people left in the room, him, Wang Hanyu, and Chen Mo.

When Wang Hanyu was chanting the mantra, Wen Jianyan, who had been standing beside him, disappeared without a trace without leaving a trace.

Su Cheng: "..."

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What about dog liars?

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Dizzy and dizzy.

This feeling is so familiar, almost exactly the same as every time I enter the hidden route.

However, there is one thing that is quite different.

Amidst the dizziness, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that on his wrist, the piece of skin wrapped in a bandage was surprisingly hot, like molten lava flowing under the skin, as if it was about to melt from the inside out. It's like burning.

...so hot.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, and subconsciously reached out her other hand to grab her wrist, hoping to relieve the terrifying heat released from the inside out.

Soon, the dizziness disappeared.

"bump!"

Wen Jianyan fell heavily to the ground from top to bottom.

The expected hardness and pain did not come as expected, on the contrary...the ground under the body seemed a little weird.

Soft, sticky, moist.

He blinks.

The blurred vision gradually became clearer.

When she saw where she was, Wen Jianyan's face turned pale for a moment, and her stomach rolled.

Everywhere you look, there is scarlet.

The space is not big, about the size of an apartment.

I don’t know when, the ground and the wall turned into a **** soft wall, wet, sticky, wriggling like a living thing, and the bottom of the wall was throbbing like a heart, like some kind of life, sticky Yes, one instinctively feels a strong sense of nausea.

In the distance, near the wall at the other end, there are seven pitch-black, palm-sized black pottery jars neatly placed below. However, there is an obvious vacant space near the right side. Just enough to put three more black clay pots.

A strong smell of blood came from that direction.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

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"?????"

"What's going on? Weren't you still in 1304 just now?"

"And those jars look familiar... Does this seem to be a place in this dungeon? But why can't I remember it?"

"Grass, those jars are the soul-locking altars that haven't been stolen! That means... this is actually the inner world of 1316?!"

"Good guy, so far, there are not many anchors who have entered the 1316 watch world, let alone the inner world."

"That's not sure. There are chains and spells outside. It looks fierce at first glance. How could there be an anchor willing to enter?"

The lids on the top of the seven jars began to rattle up and down at the same time, as if something was trying to push the lids off.

"Giggle."

The familiar, scalp-tingling sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded from it.

Pale palms protruded from a place the size of a bowl, and below them were long, bony arms.

"!!"

Wen Jianyan gasped, and backed away slowly uncontrollably.

This, isn't this the monster that has been chasing them after getting out of the mirror when they were in the corridor just now!

At that time, only one of them almost killed them, but now there are seven of them in front of him!

...Day!

There are walls of wriggling scarlet flesh everywhere. There are no doors, windows, or places to hide. All skills are cooling down. Even if he has a doctor's certificate that can save his life once, Wen Jianyan cannot guarantee that he will be safe in the next minute. Find a way to escape.

Wen Jianyan fixed his eyes on the ghost hand protruding from the jar not far away, and subconsciously relaxed his breathing.

He still has the item [Holy Infant], maybe it can give him a chance to give it a go.

Suddenly, without warning, Wen Jianyan felt something soft grab his ankle.

In the next second, more soft and sticky things wound up from behind, and then pulled him back violently!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

Numerous scarlet tentacles protruded from the wriggling wall, firmly fixed him on the wall, slowly contracted and agitated, and swallowed him bit by bit. The liquid secreted by the wall seemed to be corrosive, accompanied by a sizzling With the sound, the clothes on Wen Jianyan's upper body began to melt,

Ghost hands grow longer, longer—

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The ear-piercing sound of bones rubbing against each other echoed in the narrow space.

Damn, if you don't use it now, you won't have another chance!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth suddenly.

[Holy Infant Remains: Awakened]

A small, snow-white baby floated in midair. It opened its eyes and looked at Wen Jianyan with pupils of the same color, with admiration and nostalgia in its eyes.

"Mother."

The baby stuck out its plump arms and smiled cheerfully at him.

In the next second, the wall that had been trying to swallow Wen Jianyan suddenly froze. It stopped wriggling, as if touching a flame, and let go of the young man whose breath had changed.

[The identity of the mother of the world has been obtained, duration: 30s]

Wen Jianyan jumped up, only ragged rags remained on his fair and thin upper body, his skin was corroded to a light red color, but he ignored the pain and rushed towards the wall in one direction.

From the moment the prop was activated, the youth's eyeballs had turned into a thick blackness, like a bottomless abyss, releasing a ghostly aura outward.

Wen Jianyan can now "see" the door.

However, time is running out.

He raised his hand and pressed against the wall, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of the way."

The fleshy wall squirmed unwillingly, and separated to the two sides under his command, struggling to expose the cold and heavy black iron gate little by little.

In the ear, the countdown is silently passing.

【15, 14, 13...】

Ten seconds left.

No, there is not enough time.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth viciously.

He raised his other hand and firmly pressed it against the wriggling wall.

The bandage wrapped around the wrist has been completely corroded. Between the slender and thin wrist, the pitch-black charm is like a living creature with teeth and claws, winding under the white skin.

Under the influence of [Mother of the World], the wall that was struggling to resist suddenly stopped moving.

"Who are you?"

A strange and stiff voice echoed throughout the space, as if he was not very proficient, he said every word.

"God the Father,"

Wen Jianyan was startled: "...?"

What?

"you and…"

"what relationship…"

The countdown in the ear is still going on.

【8, 7, 6...】

five seconds.

Not enough to escape.

...have to find another way.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan rang.

In the last dungeon, even though the buff of the mother of the world disappeared, the man still said—"The taste has changed."

In other words, even if you lose your strength after the countdown ends, the aura on your body should last for a while.

That being the case...

There is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Wen Jianyan made a quick decision.

He withdrew his hand and took a slow, deep breath.

The young man's slender upper body was naked/naked, with reddish scars and jet-black spells spreading across his fair skin, looking weird and harmonious, with a sadistic beauty.

"I am the mother of the world, and he is God the father."

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, and raised his eyes lightly. Under the long eyelashes, the eyes were as black as ink, with a cold ghostly aura rolling around, and he seemed to have completely out of the realm of human beings.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised a careless arc, and asked back with a smile:

"What do you think we are related to?"