Chapter 455

Darkness enveloped the mason, and the mason stood among the gray-brown graves. His waxy face became increasingly pale and gloomy, and his lips slightly parted to both sides, revealing a chilling smile.

I don't know if it was because of the light, but his eyes were slightly and strangely red.

“…”

Wen Jianyan looked over the mason's shoulder and said nothing.

One, two, three.

A figure walked out from behind the mason and slowly appeared in this empty wasteland.

Wen Jianyan recognized that these were the teammates who had gathered with Mason before getting on the bus.

Their faces were very unfamiliar, but the cold and malicious eyes on them were very familiar to Wen Jianyan.

Obviously, as teammates of the Masons, they are also by no means good.

Wen Jianyan's back quietly tensed up.

If the mason was alone, he might still be able to compete. However, if it entered a one-to-many situation, as a mental player who was not good at handling head-on conflicts, Wen Jianyan didn't think he had much chance of winning.

The mason stepped forward with a smile, his eyes falling on Wen Jianyan's body like a sticky snake, swimming on his skin.

"Why, don't you remember me?"

he asked, pretending to be cordial.

"You are such a noble person, so forgetful of things."

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Orange Candy is right, this guy's eyes are indeed disgusting.

"Of course not," his face remained calm, but his brain was running as if sparks were about to fly, "Are you kidding me?"

Wen Jianyan had the same hypocritical smile on his face:

"Didn't you say hello to us when you first entered the dungeon?"

His language and attitude were too polite to make any mistakes, but anyone with a little bit of brains could tell that he was insinuating that he had given up without a fight after seeing Hugo.

Integrity First Live Room:

"...That's too much."

"Ahhhh! My vision is really dark. Brother, can you pay attention to the situation? If you are still talking so viciously at this time, do you really don't want to live?"

Sure enough, after Wen Jianyan finished speaking, the smile on the mason's face turned cold for a moment.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell firmly on the other person's face. After noticing the subtle changes in the other person's expression, his heart sank involuntarily.

…This time it’s really true.

The reason why he deliberately provoked him just now was for this purpose.

Now, Wen Jianyan was finally sure that the other party did not use any deceptive props or use any indirect means to locate his position, but had truly transcended the film created by the copy rules and truly understood his position. He "sees" himself, and can even hear what he says in real time and respond to it.

This is really bad.

Wen Jianyan's palms were covered in cold sweat unconsciously.

He really didn't expect that someone could actually ignore the rules in the SS-level dungeon and "see" himself who shouldn't be seen.

Sure enough, anyone who can climb into the top ten of Nightmare is not a character to be dismissed and should not be underestimated.

Now shake people and call Orange Candy to come over for reinforcements?

Not impossible, but almost useless.

Wen Jianyan's eyes swept over the people behind the mason, and his heart slowly sank.

He and his teammates were too separated, not to mention whether the other party could receive his message immediately. Even if they could receive it, whether they could come immediately was a question - there was already a powerful and terrifying supernatural power here. Even if they knew the way they came, it would be easy to get lost, not to mention that Orange Tang and the others didn't know his specific location at all.

By the time Orange Tang and the others were found, his body would probably be cold.

Although the mason was still standing in place and had not yet taken action, his teammates obviously did not have that much patience. They began to move forward step by step and surrounded him from multiple directions.

Wen Jianyan's muscles all over his body tensed up, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The encirclement was tightening step by step.

The mason's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan. He watched Wen Jianyan's attempt to retreat and said with a smile:

"Why are you running?"

"Stay and play with us."

Wen Jianyan did not answer, and he did not even focus on the mason for a moment.

The brain was working rapidly, thinking about the next move.

Escape?

Unfortunately, the answer is impossible.

These people have already been veteran anchors who have experienced hundreds of battles. In addition, they are waiting for work. They are probably already prepared for his counterattack and escape. In this case, if they want to escape completely, it is almost impossible. Nothing is possible.

but…

Wen Jianyan's eyes stayed on the group of people, and he seemed to suddenly notice something.

Wait a minute, it seems these people can't see him.

Although their eyes were looking in this direction, unlike the masons, their eyes did not fall on themselves very specifically, but more like they were suspended in the air. More importantly, these people were somewhat scattered. It's too far. If they could be 100% sure of their current position, there would be no need to create such a large encirclement and then gradually shrink it from the outside.

unless…

Only the mason himself can locate him, and no one else can.

It would also be more common sense.

It's outrageous that the rules of SS-level dungeons are broken by one person. If an entire team can turn a blind eye to it, it would be too cheap.

While Wen Jianyan was brainstorming, not far away, the mason's voice came again:

"You are right, I am the only one who can see you."

"!"

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned his head subconsciously, his eyes falling on the other party again.

In the dark cemetery, the mason's already pale face looked even more like melted wax. His cold and poisonous eyes were locked on Wen Jianyan's body, and the greed and covetousness in them was undoubtedly revealed.

"So, you see, it's not like you have no chance of winning. You can definitely struggle to your heart's content."

The smile on the mason's face became even bigger, but Wen Jianyan felt a chill running down his spine, from head to toe.

"Struggle, honey."

His sticky eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's body, swimming slowly, as if licking every inch of his skin.

The mason showed a trembling expression, and his voice became high-pitched and unstable, which made people's hair stand on end:

“The more you struggle, the more beautiful you become.”

“The prettier it is, the more excited I am.”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Dude please, be normal, I'm scared.

Every time I think this guy is already perverted enough, but the next second, the other party always proves that he can go further in the perverted field.

However, now is no longer the time to be distracted.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were quickly attracted by the enemy approaching step by step.

One, two, three...

Including the masons, there were five people.

Want to try it?

These four people were indeed unable to locate him, but only knew his exact location under the guidance of the mason. In this case, he did not have no chance of winning, as long as he made a little effort

However, in just a few seconds, Wen Jianyan had already sketched out at least three escape routes in his mind.

but…

Wen Jianyan looked at the mason again.

Every escape route will inevitably pass by the other party.

“…”

Wen Jianyan felt a chill creeping up from his back and shivered uncontrollably.

Even if no one else existed, he wouldn't dare to face a veteran top ten face-to-face. What's more, this time the opponent still brought a whole team. Even if the team couldn't determine his position for the time being, once it really happened When it came to meeting each other on a narrow road, Wen Jianyan didn't think that these people would just sit back and watch him and his captain one on one.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan fell into a dilemma.

As time went by, the encirclement circle became smaller and smaller, and Wen Jianyan was forced to retreat step by step.

The anchor at the front was only the last three meters away from him.

A decision must be made immediately.

Wen Jianyan secretly gritted her teeth.

He slowly took a step back again.

The cold soil under his feet was soft and moist, releasing a supernatural cold aura. As if he had stepped on something, Wen Jianyan's feet suddenly tilted.

He glanced quickly down.

In the yellow-brown soil, there lay a blue-purple palm belonging to a dead body.

If you see this at night, it will almost immediately stop your breathing.

"…!"

Even though Wen Jianyan was prepared, he was still broken into a cold sweat and almost screamed out of fright.

-Wait a moment.

Suddenly, in the flash of lightning, Wen Jianyan thought of something, which flashed across the dark sky like lightning. He was slightly startled and his eyes widened.

ah.

The meeting between Mason and Wen Jianyan was so unexpected. The Integrity First live broadcast room was already in chaos. No one expected that Mason had the ability to circumvent the dungeon rules, nor did they expect that Mason would lie dormant to this day, waiting for Wen Jianyan. Words fall behind.

Loyal viewers were panicked, fearing that Wen Jianyan would overturn. Some viewers who disliked Wen Jianyan's live broadcast style gloated, saying that they had been waiting for this day for a long time.

And more fun people are also pouring into the live broadcast room.

They were looking forward to Wen Jianyan's reaction, and even more looking forward to what might happen after Wen Jianyan was caught.

Speeches that had been suppressed to the point of almost no longer appearing by Wen Jianyan's strength and personal abilities have once again resurfaced.

They are eager to watch the anchors kill each other and let them see some exciting drama.

After all, as the mason said, Wen Jianyan is too "beautiful".

This is not only due to his beautiful face, but also born from something more destructive and aggressive, strong, free, but fragile.

Such people will always have greedy evil thoughts.

At this moment, on the big screen in the live broadcast room, the much-anticipated, overly good-looking face looked up.

Pale skin, light-colored eyes, thin, slightly raised lips.

The young man looked at the mason not far away.

impartial.

Separated by a regular "film", he and the mason looked at each other.

Their eyes only touched each other for a brief second.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan raised his hand. His long, pale fingers were very nimble. The moment they passed over the collar, it seemed as if they were just lightly stroking away a trace of dust.

However, the moment he retracted his hand, there was a silver, shiny thing on the soft fabric of the clothes below.

That's a badge.

The surface of the badge is rugged, and an ugly, fuzzy head protrudes slightly, seeming to be squirming.

Integrity First Live Room:

"…ah?"

"…ah???"

"Why is the anchor wearing a badge? Does he really want to die?"

"The reason why he still has a chance of winning now is because the anchors following the masons don't know where he is. Now that he wears the badge, it's not just a matter of being completely exposed. In this way, he is all His props and talents can no longer be used!! He doesn’t have more badges to control more monsters, and it’s one-to-many. This is not just seeking death!”

"Let me tell you, well done, doesn't it save time? Hurry up, I want to watch the paid content later!"

The next second Wen Jianyan put on the badge, the thin film separating them disappeared.

At that moment, the young man's figure appeared naked among the graves.

Although he was wearing the skin of a monster, even so, his clear and tall figure could still be vaguely recognized. Among the cold and terrifying tombs, he looked particularly abrupt, like a torn shadow, deeply scratched. Engraved in the darkness.

The masons couldn't see it, but the audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see it -

Wen Jianyan looked at the mason and suddenly smiled softly.

Thin and shallow lips open and close, touch up and down to make a mouth shape:

"Bye-Bye."

"-No!" The mason seemed to suddenly realize something. He took a step forward and shouted angrily, "Stop him, quickly!"

Before anyone else could react, the monster-looking young man suddenly took a step back.

I don't know what he did. The next second, a dark crack opened in the originally flat grave soil on the ground. He stepped back lightly again - under everyone's gaze, accompanied by the mason's angry cry. With a sound, the young man's figure fell downwards, was swallowed by the crack, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There was dead silence in the live broadcast room of Integrity First.

“…”

"Wait a minute, what?"

"...Grass! This tomb soil is so **** dark. Only ghosts can be immune to it. But no one can get close to it. Even contact will cause the body to be eroded. No matter how awesome the mason is, there is no way to deal with it. This thing is so competitive!”

"Damn... I really found a way for him to escape without a direct confrontation. I was speechless and choked."

"My assessment is: don't get happy so early."

Wen Jianyan has fallen deeply into the soil.

This feeling is very strange.

Probably because of the badge worn on his chest, Wen Jianyan entered a very strange state.

It was like a thick film of wax covering him from head to toe, forming a thick shell that firmly separated him from the soil outside.

Because of this, the soil around him did not hinder him much. The wax film isolated him from the outside, giving him the illusion of floating in very viscous, almost gelatinous water. .

Wen Jianyan knew clearly that at this moment, he was closer to a ghost than a human being.

For the first time, he felt the terror of the graves around him.

Even with the protection of the badge, the extremely dangerous and cold ghost energy continued to invade inward, passing through the thick wax film, taking away his body temperature, breathing, and vitality.

Even after entering the grave for only a few seconds, Wen Jianyan already felt an irresistible sleepiness, pulling at his consciousness and seeming to force him into a deep sleep from which he could not wake up.

He was agitated, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Wen Jianyan forced herself to wake up and raised her eyes.

The grave soil covering his head was very thin, probably less than half a foot thick. Through the soft soil layer, the swaying light and shadow could still be seen above.

—You know, he hasn’t gone very far yet.

It seems that even with the badge on, he can't stay here for long.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan heard footsteps coming from above, and then, along with the rustling sound, the soil that exuded a cold atmosphere began to be dug up little by little.

It seemed that the Masons were not prepared to give up such a good opportunity.

After all, if he gets away this time, it will be difficult to be alone again.

Wen Jianyan was not surprised by this.

As the soil above his head was moved away bit by bit, he slowly exhaled, lowered his eyes, and dived under the soil layer by bit.

This is a tug of war.

As a human being, it is impossible for a mason to enter the soil. However, with the abilities of him and his teammates, it is not impossible to move the soil above.

And Wen Jianyan didn't want to be "digged" out by them.

The anchor is nearby. According to the rules, even if he is above the ground, he cannot take off the badge. This also means that from the moment he puts on the badge, he gives up his identity as the anchor and can no longer use props. And talent…

In other words, at the mercy of others.

In this way, as time goes by, the holes in the ground become deeper and deeper.

As the soil was moved away, more and more yin energy was released from the depths of the ground, gradually becoming thicker and thicker. The invisible dark atmosphere was getting stronger, as if there was some unknown existence below that was ready to move. , waiting to wake up.

On the other side, Wen Jianyan was also pushed to the limit.

The coldness invaded his limbs, and he almost mobilized all his energy to prevent him from falling asleep. It was not that he didn't want to go to the side, but mainly because for some unknown reason, the mason seemed to be able to locate his position, if it was just parallel. If you move, it's impossible to distance yourself.

Therefore, he could only take a gamble.

Bet that the other party does not dare to continue downward.

because…

Wen Jianyan's fingers stretched down slightly, and his fingertips touched something hard.

He lowered his eyes and looked over.

Deep in the soil is a dark coffin.

Although I don't know how long it has been buried here, the surface of the coffin is as clear and smooth as ever. The cold ebony sunk in the depths of darkness, releasing a very oppressive terror that makes Wen Jianyan almost unable to breathe. breath.

This is a game.

It may be a game of total destruction or total survival.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his hand, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or fear. His fingertips curled up and trembled slightly unconsciously.

-There is a real ghost buried under seven feet.

"Wait a moment."

Above, the mason suddenly spoke, breaking the dead silence.

He gritted his teeth and spoke every word, and his voice sounded very unwilling.

"stop."

The others stopped moving.

The mason walked slowly to the pit, lowered his head, and looked into the depths of the soil below. The red light in his eyes flickered slightly. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the red light in his eyes had disappeared.

"No more digging."

he said darkly.

—If you keep digging, you will find something that should not exist in this world.

Masons can feel it.

If it continued, none of them here might survive.

"What should we do?" One of the team members lowered his head and looked reluctantly at the deep hole in front of him. His fingers were covered with mud, his face and fingers were very pale, and his body exuded a corpse-like smell. There was already finished mineral water lying on the ground next to him.

"Just let him run away?"

he asked through gritted teeth.

Obviously, it was not easy for them to dig the grave so deep.

The price they paid was too high. If they just gave up and returned without success, they would be really angry and unwilling.

"...How is that possible?" the mason said with a cold chuckle.

"If you can't catch someone, you can't catch him."

There was a vicious light flashing in the mason's eyes, "But at least he must be unable to crawl out."

"Fill in the soil!"

"yes!"

Under the soil, Wen Jianyan keenly felt that the soil above his head began to become heavier and thicker. Almost instantly, he realized what the other party was going to do—they wanted to bury him alive here!

Almost at the same moment, he started to move.

However, just as he turned around, there was a soft sound from behind.

"Creak-"

It was like the harsh sound made when the wooden boards rubbed against the wooden boards, or the subtle collision sound made when something was moving under the coffin and pushing the coffin boards upward.

"?!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked and turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the sound.

Obviously no coffin was found, why—

Below, the originally bright and brand-new coffin board seemed to have been corroded by some invisible force. The surface began to become mottled and discolored, and the paint began to fall off at a terrifying speed. A cold, panicky atmosphere began to seep out of it.

"Click!"

The coffin lid moved, revealing a thin gap.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end.

Almost instantly, he found the reason.

Oh shit.

It's grave soil.

Obviously, this grave soil is not only for people, but also for ghosts.

People will be corroded to death in the grave soil, while ghosts will fall into a deep sleep forever if they are pressed under the grave soil.

Originally, the amount of grave soil was sufficient, but as the masons continued to dig deeper, the grave soil that could have suppressed the ghost was cleared from above. In this way, even if the coffin below was not dug, the ghost could still Still woke up.

Must leave immediately!

The strong sense of threat stimulated Wen Jianyan's nerves, and under fear, he could not help but tremble slightly from his fingertips.

Leave now before it's too late!

Wen Jianyan turned around suddenly and was about to move up as fast as possible when his movement suddenly stopped.

He thought of something.

The long-standing memories came back to life, causing him to recall some things that perhaps shouldn't be recalled at this time.

What is Changsheng Building?

It's a grave.

Who is the woman in red who sleeps forever in the courtyard on the fifth floor, suppressing the building as a ghost?

It's a soul attractor.

Link by link, life by life, the ghost was led to that path, and finally fell asleep in the tomb forever.

However, as the Changsheng Building was taken over by Nightmare Live, and the woman in red was divided and suppressed, where did all the ghosts who could not be led into the grave go?

Reality.

What is Xingwang Hotel?

It's the game.

It was to replace the town guarding the place leading to death, and was a scam created by Gao Dimensional malice. The ultimate purpose was to steal power and steal supernatural powers.

Where did the ghosts who were introduced into the hotel and fed round after round go in the end?

Reality.

Nightmare and reality are like two sides of a mirror.

The terrifying existence that is sleeping and sealed outside of reality, under the manipulation and induction of the nightmare live broadcast room, flows into reality in waves.

And those invaded schools, hospitals, communities... After the massacre, they once again became replicas in the nightmare live broadcast room.

This is a terrifying cycle.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and his eyes fell on the coffin below.

The black paint on the outside has almost peeled off, and the gaps on the edge of the coffin are gradually getting larger. There is a creepy aura stirring, brewing, and spreading below.

"Giggle."

The coffin board made an overwhelming sound, as if it was about to crack in the next second.

if

The answer is readily apparent and self-evident.

-Reality.

Of course it is reality, otherwise where else could it be?

Above his head, handful after handful of soil fell. As the weight of the soil above his head increased, Wen Jianyan once again felt the irresistible and frightening sleepiness just now. The suppressive effect of the grave soil was increasing. This also In other words, as long as the soil above his head is filled up, the "ghost" half of him may really sleep under the soil forever.

However, perhaps because of this, the coffin panels stopped moving and the paint peeling off the coffin panels slowed down.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and looked away.

He is still on the verge of death, so what ability does he have to control a ghost that is about to break free? It would be nice if he didn't get caught up and killed.

Besides, as long as he can save his life, he can continue to contend with the nightmare.

As long as the green hills remain, there will be no need to worry about running out of firewood.

What's more, the coffin board is no longer as fragile as before. Although the ghost has awakened, it wants to break free completely.

Moreover, it is not certain whether it can enter reality.

The cemetery is so big that it is easy to get lost. It might have to wander in the cemetery for at least a year and a half before it can find its way out of here and into reality.

So what if we really enter reality?

There are too many **** people, so it doesn't matter if some of them die.

After all, what reality did to him was much more vicious. He didn't retaliate with tooth for tooth or blood for blood. It was considered repayment of kindness.

Wen Jianyan looked above his head.

The soil fell, and the subtle light disappeared little by little.

“…”

mine.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and could almost taste the blood in his mouth.

He scowled and cursed fiercely in his mind.

What a **** bitch.

He turned around suddenly, and his slender body sank rapidly downwards again like a swimming fish.

Integrity First Live Room:

"?"

"Huh? Is the anchor crazy?"

"What is he going to do? Suicide?"

"I'm really anxious, can't you go back now?"

The further down, the greater the pressure and the heavier the yin energy. When Wen Jianyan returned to the coffin, he could hardly breathe.

A cold aura was released from the depths of the coffin. Although he was still in a "ghost" state, the thick wax film could no longer play much of a role other than keeping him alive.

Wen Jianyan's body was shaking uncontrollably, and his face was pale without any blood.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the coffin board.

The moment he touched the coffin board, his palm began to turn a terrible blue color. The barbs on the coffin board pierced deep into his skin, and dark blood suddenly seeped out.

With a little force, a layer of flesh was eroded by the invisible Yin Qi and pulled directly off.

Peeling off skin and bones, heart-wrenching pain.

Even the buff of the badge could no longer protect him. The wax film originally given by the dungeon rules could not withstand such a purely terrifying power. Under the appearance of the evil ghost, the human skin began to disintegrate.

Integrity First Live Room:

"Wait a minute...Isn't he trying to close the coffin??!!"

“Are you **** crazy???”

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, stepped on the coffin with one foot, and exerted force!

Crunch—

A harsh, heart-wrenching sound sounded. The heavy coffin board, which had been moved through a thin gap, moved slowly under the power of another "ghost", and was re-opened bit by bit. Pull it back to its original position.

The paint on the surface of the coffin became smooth again, and the cold atmosphere below began to dissipate.

Under the dual effects of the grave soil and the coffin, the evil ghost who had not yet awakened returned to his original state again.

“…”

When Wen Jianyan let go of his hand, there was no trace of intact flesh on his palm.

He used up his last bit of strength to force himself to glance upward.

It was pitch black above.

The grave should have been filled with soil.

In the boundless cemetery, half a person and a coffin were buried under the quiet seven feet.

Think...close your eyes...

So tired.

I really want to...

Just fell asleep.

Never wake up again.

Integrity First Live Room:

"Oh no, no, the signal is intermittent. What's going on?"

"Is this the end of the anchor?"

"Ah ah ah don't, don't black screen -"

The next second, the live broadcast room went black.

The signal is cut off.

*

Half asleep and half awake, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.

…died?

No, probably not.

Because it hurts too much.

The pain that could almost drive a person crazy, gushing from his bones, tore at his nerves and made him tremble uncontrollably.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes with difficulty and weakness.

The memory just now returned to my mind.

What was he going to do just now?

Oh, by the way, Wen Jianyan remembered that she had just planned to use the invincible time that Nightmare had given them as sophomores after entering their second year.

There are three times in total, one minute each time.

It was short, but it was enough for him just now.

At least enough for him to leave Seven Feet Under and return to the surface.

- Wen Jianyan may occasionally be bored and mean, but he is never stupid.

If he dared to dive down and close the coffin, he would naturally have backup means to ensure it.

only…

Wen Jianyan frowned and tried to think back. It seemed that...an unexpected change happened before he had time to activate his last resort.

He left the grave and came to a strange place.

He breathed hard and looked around slowly.

No, not unfamiliar.

On the contrary...he was familiar with this place.

It could even be said to be overly familiar.

The surroundings were dark, and you could see the sofa, coffee table, carpet...it looked exactly like the room he had in the live broadcast room.

The brain works slowly and heavily.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for two seconds, and finally seemed to react.

Ah, here...it seems to be in the dimension of Ouroboros.

He lowered his slightly trembling eyelashes and looked at his hands again.

From the fingertips to the base of the palm, there is no good flesh at all. Under the broken blue and black flesh are dense white bones. The base of the exposed bones is surrounded by a heavy metal ring, which is already covered with blood.

Obviously, his blood fell on the Ouroboros, so he entered the Ouroboros' space again.

After all, this thing is an exception. Although no one is imprisoned anymore, it can still be used - I just don't know how many times it can be used in a copy.

Of course, if he leaves here, he will still return to the heavy and breathless grave soil.

But here, he at least had some breathing room.

“…”

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, curled up on the ground, and took deep breaths.

fine.

At least this prop has some use.

Give him some time. Although he can't use props, heal his injuries, or improve his situation, at least he can leave some room to make some adjustments.

After all, only when his emotions are stable can his state be stable, and his subsequent actions can be smoother—

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

In a low voice, he seemed a little confused:

"What did you come in for?"

"?!"

The voice was so familiar that Wen Jianyan almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. He raised his eyes in shock and looked over.

…ha?

In the darkness not far away, a pair of familiar, golden eyes looked down at him.

"How did you get yourself into this?":,,