Chapter 51

[3, 2, 1]

The countdown in my ear reset to zero.

The white baby nestled in Wen Jianyan's arms yawned loudly, and the eyelashes of the same color drooped slowly, covering the snow-white pupils.

The Holy Child fell asleep again.

Its figure slowly turned into light spots of light, dissipating in the air little by little.

[The status of the mother of the world has expired]

There was a strong smell of blood, sweet and rancid in the air, which made people almost sick.

The scarlet walls looked like countless tumors crowded together, and the wet surface throbbed like some kind of living thing.

One of the corners of the wall was sunken, revealing the black iron-colored gate.

The young man stood upright near the gate.

Most of the clothes on his upper body have been corroded, leaving only some tattered cloth hanging on his fair and firm body. The corroded wounds on the skin showed a gradually deepening pale red, as if they had been smeared. Rouge, deep and shallow covering the beautiful muscles.

His arms were hanging by his side, and on the skin that was originally covered by bandages, spell-like black lines stretched and spread.

The weird lines have spread from the wrist unknowingly, extending upwards along the slender forearm.

Pale arms protruded from the seven black jars, elongated like noodles, but as if the pause button was pressed, they abruptly stopped less than one meter away from Wen Jianyan. Down.

Ever since Wen Jianyan's voice fell, there was only dead silence in the air.

They didn't move or attack, as if they were quietly thinking and contemplating.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"???what's the situation?!"

"Father, God, Mother of the World, help, I can't understand!"

"Ten-year-old viewers came uninvited, and pointed out the last copy of the anchor and the last copy. After reading it, you will understand."

"I order everyone who hasn't watched the replay to watch it immediately! If you can't watch it, you can't lose money and you can't be fooled! I went straight into the pit in the last copy, and I made money when I saw it (screaming

"Ah, ah, ah, even though the situation is so urgent, I still want to say... Shihashas is crazy! [Reward points 100]"

"It's tentacles, undressed, and tattooed again, help, help, Niu Niu stood up! (Nonsense [reward points 100]"

"Please, this kind of monster Modo Modo who will force the anchor to take off his clothes! We need more stripped wives!"

The young man raised his eyes, and looked lightly at the pale ghost's hand that was close at hand.

He ran down the train track without changing his face: "According to seniority, you still have to call me mother."

After a long silence, the voice sounded again.

He was unskilled in articulating words, and his turbid and hoarse voice echoed in the narrow space, appearing very puzzled and dazed.

"mother…"

"relative…?"

Wen Jianyan climbed up the pole, and replied with a smile:

"good."

[Integrity first] There was a piece of "..." floating in the live broadcast room

"Damn, you shameless dog liar!"

"shameless!"

"Where can I complain, there are shameless humans deceiving ignorant ghosts here!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm really looking forward to that Father God will appear again!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha boss: When did I have an extra wife?"

"...Why did I knock it out of nowhere?"

The air fell silent again.

Wen Jianyan tensed her shoulders subconsciously, counting down the time in her heart.

Although the duration of the item is over now, it will take some time for his aura to change. If he can deceive the other party during this time and escape from here in time, then there should be no problem.

But if it doesn't work...

He might really die here.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, walked towards the black iron gate hidden under the fleshy wall, and said casually:

"Step aside."

"..."

There was still a dead silence around my ears.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't show it on the surface, his heart was beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and his muscles were so tense that they began to convulse.

A few seconds later, the sound of "clack" sounded again, and those pale arms slowly retracted back into the jar little by little. Accompanied by the sound of sticky and wet wriggling, the scarlet flesh walls spread out to both sides, The tightly closed black iron door was exposed.

Wen Jianyan held his breath and raised his hand to press the doorknob.

The cold iron handle was hard in the palm of his hand, and he pressed his fingers—"Squeak."

There was a hoarse sound of metal hinges rubbing against each other.

The door opened slowly in front of him.

Outside is a long and dead corridor, shrouded in a strange dark red light, and the temperature is extremely low, as if being in a coffin, making people get goosebumps all over.

Although the scene outside is similar to real life, the cold and ominous atmosphere can be clearly distinguished from the outside world.

Wen Jianyan immediately realized that he was now in another world that Granny Wen said.

He glanced quickly at the house number.

1316.

It was the previous room that was tightly sealed by chains and spells, and it looked very fierce at first glance.

However, the chain spells in memory have all disappeared in this world. Yes, 1316 looks exactly like other rooms in appearance, and can be entered and exited normally.

Without looking back, Wen Jianyan walked out steadily and at a constant speed.

The door slowly closed behind him, shutting the room with flesh and blood as its inner wall, and the seven pitch-black jars with ghostly hands hidden in it.

"Click."

The faint sound of the lock falling sounded from behind.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan ran away!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, after you cheated the ghosts, immediately put oil on the soles of your feet, you are worthy of being a liar!"

Then he must run away!

Who knows if the ghosts in 1316 will suddenly react!

Wen Jianyan held his breath and charged in a straight line, fearing that he would be caught and dragged back to that room.

After running, he realized that although the corridor itself was still exactly the same, the rest of the floors were still connected to the 13th floor, criss-crossing and overlapping each other, and other floors could be entered by turning a corner.

And the concept of space seems to have also changed. Some rooms are very close to each other, while others are very far away. Some doors are closed, and some are open. It is a **** mouth that can swallow people alive.

Every time Wen Jianyan passed through such a door, the pace of Wen Jianyan's feet always quickened unconsciously, as if worried that something would rush out of it in the next second.

He sighed with some regret.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to take out his phone to take a photo in the room just now, otherwise his main task would have been completed.

Suddenly, the phone in Wen Jianyan's pocket vibrated twice.

"..."

No way?

The main task is updated now?

Wen Jianyan subconsciously slowed down and took out the phone from his pocket.

Unexpectedly, the main mission was not updated, but... a phone call.

Can you even receive phone calls in the underworld?

This operator is very strong.

Wen Jianyan tapped on the screen and connected the call.

"Sizzling...you're...sizzling..." The voice on the other side was intermittent, and it was extremely muddy under the influence of the current, and a familiar voice could barely be distinguished.

... Su Cheng?

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the other party must have purchased an item that can contact his teammates, so he was able to call him on his mobile phone.

"...Zizi...1304, Soul Locking Altar..."

The voice on the other side was cut off.

*

Su Cheng gritted his teeth and ran desperately. In the thick and dark ghost atmosphere, only the screen in his hand was still shining.

In the darkness, countless paper figurines could be seen standing upright in the room, with smiling, pale faces facing his direction.

He can no longer tell where he is now.

After being entangled by ghosts, the concept of space and time in "this world" becomes very strange, changing all the time.

One second here may still be ordinary rooms and corridors, and the next second it may be distorted into a plain or a narrow maze. The only constant is the continuous "clucking" sound behind it.

The sound was getting closer.

A strong, almost cold breath came from behind, and the rotten smell followed like a shadow. Pale fingers stretched towards Su Cheng's neck, but they were blocked by a small translucent cover in the next second.

This is the effect of the difficulty-level hidden props he got from the last dungeon. Although it can't resist the direct attacks of ghosts, it can make him immune to touch.

three times.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

That voice was full of malice, chasing after him unwillingly, haunting him lingeringly.

Su Cheng took the time to look down at his mobile phone screen.

[Remaining usage times of props: 1/3]

His two legs were sore and swollen, his muscles and bones rubbed against each other and screamed, the cold air poured into his lungs, bringing pain like a knife, his physical strength was slowly being exhausted, and his ribs twitched It hurts.

Su Cheng realized very clearly that the speed of his escape was slowing down.

The interval between item usage is shortening.

He doesn't have many points, and he can only redeem life-saving items at most once, but... the time he can resist is probably also limited.

There is no doubt that he will die.

This cold fact is like a heavy stone, pressing firmly on Su Cheng's heart, as if swallowing a cold piece of iron, and falling heavily into his body, making his breathing difficult and his eyes hot.

I really want to live.

I really want to see the sunshine in the real world again.

Su Cheng subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the hard edge of the phone was pressed against his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

Since entering "this world", he has been unable to contact Wen Jianyan.

However, just now, he finally got through to the other party.

This made Su Changchang heave a sigh of relief.

... At least before dying, I can finally help my teammates do something.

Although Wen Jianyan disappeared after entering this world, their mission did not change because of this. While struggling to survive under the siege and attack of the paper figurines, they searched for the trace of the soul lock altar.

Finally, they found the stolen soul-locking altar under the shrine.

But the moment they got the jar, the entire space pattern changed, and the "cackling" monster crawled out of the jar and started chasing them.

Su Cheng didn't know what happened to the others, he only knew that if they were being chased like him, then the soul-locking altar should still be in 1304.

What's more, there should be no blame guards around.

...I hope Wen Jianyan can understand the message he sent in the past.

Su Cheng prayed secretly in his heart.

*

The door of 1304 was open, and it was pitch black inside.

Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight and carefully shone into the room.

The whole room was empty.

There was no sign of any anchor, nor any imaginary ghosts, the air was so quiet that it was almost dead silent, and the peace was unbelievable.

Wen Jianyan: "...?"

He frowned slightly in doubt, and walked into 1304.

He looked around the entire room, and suddenly his gaze fell on the table next to the shrine.

A familiar jar made of black pottery was placed there, looking particularly prominent.

...Lock Soul Altar?

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and carefully picked up the jar.

In the next second, a familiar voice from the system sounded in my ears:

【Ding! Congratulations to the streamer for obtaining the hidden props (common) in the dungeon! 】

【Collection level 2/5】

...something doesn't feel right.

Wen Jianyan frowned even tighter, and looked up at the space he was in.

According to Wen Po's description, the soul-locking altar should be the key to the entire dungeon, that is to say, it is part of the main line. In this case, it cannot be obtained so easily, but since he entered 1304, he has never encountered any Even Su Cheng, who called him at the beginning, was nowhere to be seen.

and…

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and pointed the flashlight at the ground, where there was blood, footprints, and scraps of paper.

There seems to have been a struggle here.

Then, there is only one possibility.

The anchors found the soul lock altar, but they were also entangled by ghosts at the same time, and Su Cheng called him to tell him the location, so that he could come to collect the results.

Wen Jianyan took out his mobile phone, bought communication items in the system mall, and called Su Cheng.

The phone connected, but was cut off after three or two rings.

It should be right.

So where is Su Cheng now?

corridor? Or in a certain room? Which floor? Which one?

No, it shouldn't be.

Wen Jianyan quickly denied his thoughts.

What they are in now is another world, the structure of the space has changed, the location of the physical meaning should no longer be important, what matters is the issue of dimension.

He lowered his head and began to look at the clay altar in his hand.

Its surface was cold and dark, and the smooth patent leather had fallen off over time. It was heavy and seemed to be full of things. The mouth of the jar was not sealed tightly, emitting a faint smell of blood.

Wen Jianyan carefully opened the mouth of the altar and shone inward with a flashlight.

Although she already had certain psychological expectations, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but shrink her pupils and subconsciously gasped.

Inside the jar are human bones.

Judging from the size of the bone, it should be a baby less than two years old. All the skin and flesh have disappeared, leaving only the strange bluish-black skeleton. A faint rotten smell and extremely strong The smell of blood.

With the shaking of the jar, through the bluish-black bones, one could faintly see something reflecting light below.

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback.

He suppressed the resistance in his heart, reached into the jar, pushed the bones away, and found the shimmering object from under the bones.

That is…

A gossip mirror.

The color of its border has been dyed a weird blue-black color, but other than that, it is exactly the same as the side that Granny Wen handed to Wang Hanyu.

Although it has been sealed together with the remains of the corpse for an unknown number of years, the mirror is still as bright as new, and there is a dark red charm stuck on the mirror,

Out of prudent considerations, Wen Jianyan did not take off the spell.

He carefully lifted the talisman, changed the angle, and carefully looked at the gossip mirror in front of him by the light of the flashlight—

His face did not appear in the mirror.

Inside the mirror is a pitch-black mist, a terrified little figure is running wildly, behind him, the darkness surges, and the pale monsters are chasing after them, the distance between each other is shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye with.

This is…

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened slightly.

Su Cheng?

He was actually trapped in the mirror?

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Good guy, so this is the ability of this monster. No wonder the location and scene inside are always changing."

"This should be considered a type of illusion, right? I remember that there should be props that can escape in the system store of the C-level anchor? Anyway, I just went to the next door to check, and the two anchors seemed to have escaped. I know which room they are teleported to now, after all, the space inside the mirror is out of order."

"Ah, then the anchor who is still trapped in the mirror is finished? I remember that he is just like our anchor, just D-level, right? There is no way to exchange items!"

"Grass, I also remembered."

"No, I quite like the anchor opposite..."

Just as the audience felt sorry for Su Cheng in the barrage area, they saw Wen Jianyan make a move that surprised them.

The young man raised his hand and groped on the mirror, as if looking for a way to enter it.

"?? He doesn't want to go in, does he?"

"Is there any boss who has seen this dungeon to answer, is this feasible?"

"It's not feasible. I've probably seen the copy of Antai District seven or eight times. Except for the mirror given by Granny Wen, which is enchanted and allows prop holders to travel in different spaces, other mirrors are No, unless you are pulled in by a monster, there is no way to take the initiative to enter."

"Hiss, that's it, then it's over."

"It's a pity... I remember that the talent on the other side is of the foresight department, right? If this skill is cultivated, and then teamed up with the talent of the dog liar, it should be very good."

"It's too late to say this now, anyway, it's going to be cold on the other side."

Wen Jianyan frowned, staring fixedly at the gossip mirror in front of her.

He just went around the system mall, but he couldn't find any way to enter the mirror or pull his teammates out of the mirror.

Even if there is, it is probably in the levels that he has not unlocked.

Under the slightly shaking light source, the darkness inside the mirror became thicker and thicker. The monster was approaching rapidly, and Su Cheng's running speed also dropped significantly.

Could it be...

Can I just watch with my own eyes?

Wen Jianyan's fingers tightened subconsciously.

At this time, he swept up and was stunned for a second.

I don't know when the flower that can break the emptiness will be cooled down, but because Wen Jianyan himself is not in danger of life, it has not been activated.

【use or not? 】

【yes. 】

Wen Jianyan held his breath slightly, and glanced at the description of the mirror in front of him.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something.

Wen Jianyan jumped up, put the mirror in his arms, turned around and ran out!

The whistling wind passed by his ears, and the strong heartbeat hit his eardrums, forcing him to run faster and faster, rushing towards one direction with a strong purpose.

The young man raised his foot and kicked open the door of 1316.

The squirming blood-red wall seemed to pause slightly, and a stagnant, muddy voice sounded, looking extremely puzzled: "Mother...mother...?"

Wen Jianyan showed a smile: "That's a lie to you."

The wet sound of the wall crawling became clearer and louder, and the temperature of the air seemed to drop instantly.

"cheat…?"

"That's right."

The corners of the young man's lips were raised, and the amber pupils gleamed with an evil gleam. The end of the voice was slightly raised, and the voice was soft and smiling:

"The relationship between us is very simple. It's just that your father stalked me unilaterally and couldn't get what he asked for. He refused to let go after being stabbed by me."

The wall squirmed, the mouth of the clay pot vibrated, and pale palms slowly protruded.

"As his believer, you should avenge him, right?"

Wen Jianyan's speech speed accelerated.

"Of course, I won't bother you to do it this time."

Before the tentacles protruded from the wall, Wen Jianyan quickly activated the one-minute golden body he had just bought from the store, and then took a step forward and rushed straight towards one of the jars.

He reached for the pale hand with one hand, and put the other hand into his pocket, holding tightly to the mirror surface of the gossip mirror, and silently recited Granny Wen's formula in his mouth.

The young man raised his face and showed a bright smile:

"I regret it very much and decided to take the initiative to die."

*

Su Cheng's physical strength has reached its limit.

His face was frighteningly pale, hot sweat trickled down his forehead, and fell on the ground tick-tock-tock-tock-tock-tick-tock-tock-tock-tock-tick-tock-tock-tick-tock-tock-tock-tock-tick-tock-tock-tock-tock-tick-tick-tock-tick-tick-tock-tick-tick-tock-tick-tick-tick-tock-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-falling on the ground, and every part of his body was whining unbearably overwhelmed.

He gritted his teeth, and finally opened the system mall with trembling fingers.

Points have bottomed out.

All the props have been used up, and he has lost the ability to struggle.

Su Cheng's eyes were red with unwillingness.

…Oh shit.

He let out a breath slowly, gradually slowed down his pace, collected himself, and finally made up his mind, slowly turned his head and looked behind.

In the thick darkness, the stiff faces of countless paper figurines were smiling at him.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The ear-piercing sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded, and a pale figure gradually approached.

Its body was slender like noodles, its joints were twisted in other directions, its bony bones protruded from under the skin, its face had no facial features, only a scarlet brand.

The texture is strange, like a spell.

"Giggle."

The pale and slender monster approached Su Cheng, crawling on the ground with its limbs at an astonishingly fast speed, almost reaching in front of him in the blink of an eye.

A strong stench came to the nostrils.

Su Cheng's face was pale, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

In the next second, a hot palm pressed **** his shoulder, and a strong force pulled him back!

"...?!"

Su Cheng stumbled and fell backwards, opened his eyes almost in horror, and subconsciously looked to the side.

The young man appeared by his side at some unknown time.

His upper body was almost half naked, his white and firm arms protruded from the tattered clothes, and his slender palms were pressed on his shoulders.

"Baby, how about letting this guy go?"

He didn't look at Su Cheng, his side face curved smoothly and gracefully, a pair of amber eyes stared straight at the monster in front of him, and the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile:

"...to save face for mom."

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The pale figure paused slightly, as if he was extremely puzzled by Wen Jianyan's words, but he still rushed forward in the next second—!

"Don't give it?"

The young man sighed regretfully.

"Forget it."

He pulled Su Cheng back suddenly, then bowed his body, and dodged to the side at a tricky angle. At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped the spell that he tore off from the gossip mirror on its face!

The next second, the monster's body froze.

"Unfilial things."

Wen Jianyan gave a short laugh, and the ending sound raised slightly cynically:

"It's just like your trash father."