Chapter fifty-seven

Wen Jian's speech speed was steady, with little ups and downs throughout the whole process, hardly too fast.

However, Su Cheng was still dizzy from the excessive amount of information in this passage, almost unable to keep up with the other party's train of thought.

Although he didn't fully understand what the other party said, he was infected by a certain emotion contained in Wen Jian's words, and couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, and his hair stood on end.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Su Cheng felt his temples bulge and hurt, and his mind became a mess, he stammered and asked:

"What third jar?"

Wen Jianyan sighed, raised his hand and patted Su Cheng's shoulder, and said in a relieved tone: "It's okay, it's good to be simple-minded."

Su Cheng: "..."

Hey, your words are really bad.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ah? Wait? I didn't understand either! Can someone give me an explanation!"

"That is to say, this soul lock altar needs to be refined one by one, and the next one can be destroyed after refining one. This lady Wen made a mistake when she reached the last one, and she didn't succeed in refining, so now I have to use this group of anchors to refine the lock." Soul altar."

"Good guy, this NPC is too poisonous, I really thought she was helping the anchor."

"No wonder no anchor has ever completed the task of Po Wen before... This task is completely impossible!"

"Then wouldn't this become a dead end? I haven't seen the copy of Antai Community before, can anyone tell me if I have seen it?"

"How could it be a dead end? This is a time-limited dungeon, not a decrypted dungeon."

"Yes, I have seen it a few times. There are two options for the anchor here. One is to enter the Bagua mirror to complete the task, and the other is not to enter the Bagua mirror to complete the task. Those who do not enter the Bagua mirror will be chased and killed by those monsters. Those who entered the gossip mirror began to compete with each other, just like now.

The survival rate fluctuates a lot. If the competition is not strong, it can reach 50%. If the competition is strong, there may only be a few survivors in the end, but it has not been wiped out. , the anchor who is still alive will be counted as clearing the level and leaving the instance. "

"So...the third soul-locking altar has never been refined?"

"should be."

Wen Jianyan looked at Su Cheng, cleared his throat, and said seriously:

"To put it simply, Granny Wen is not a good thing. She issued a mission and distributed it to so many anchors, Bagua Mirror. The purpose is to induce us to fight in the mirror world, so that she can successfully refine the third lock soul. Tan, do you understand?"

Su Cheng: "...Understood."

He couldn't help looking at the gossip mirror in Wen Jianyan's hand, and asked hesitantly:

"Then this mirror...?"

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and glanced lightly at the gossip mirror in his hand, and replied: "It's just a passage, a door that allows outsiders to enter the soul-locking altar. These gossip mirrors are not hidden objects, real hidden objects. The item is the soul-locking altar connected by it, there can be many doors, but there is only one altar."

Su Cheng was taken aback, showing a dazed expression.

I see…

No wonder there are so many mirrors judged as hidden objects in the other world. It is precisely because none of them are hidden objects that there are so many mirrors.

Wen Jianyan put the gossip mirror back into his pocket, raised his eyes to look at the other party: "Have you answered the question?"

"Well, almost."

Su Cheng took a deep breath, raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

He really didn't expect...

This lady Wen who rescued them from being chased and intercepted by monsters, gave them props, and gave them missions had such a vicious heart!

This old woman is really too evil, even now recalling the other party's cloudy eyes covered with white clouds, he can't help but feel a faint chill on the back of his spine.

Su Cheng looked up at Wen Jianyan: "Then what shall we do next?"

Wen Jianyan took his mobile phone from Su Cheng, turned on the screen, and glanced down at the current time: "There are less than four hours left to finish the dungeon."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently rubbed the edge of the phone with his fingertips: "Of course, according to the original plan, it's a good choice to continue to wait until the end of the copy, but..."

Su Cheng couldn't help but pick up the conversation: "But...?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyelashes, and his light-colored pupils were illuminated by the screen of the mobile phone, showing a soft and transparent translucent texture. He raised the corners of his lips and showed a bright smile:

"I hate being lied to."

Su Cheng: "..."

Dog liar, are you really embarrassed when you say this?

The young man blinked, with a rare childish look in his eyes: "Don't you think I'm the kind of person who is obediently deceived?"

Su Cheng was silent for a while: "...No."

I think you're the kind of person who will turn around and cheat the last pair of pants from the other side.

The smile on Wen Jianyan's lips widened: "Look, we have reached a consensus now."

Su Cheng:? ?

He froze for a moment: "Ah? What consensus?"

Wen Jianyan stretched out his arms naturally, and the two brothers hooked each other's shoulders nicely, and announced with a smile: "Of course it's a consensus to turn back."

"..."

Su Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

He knew that this guy would not stop until he offended everyone—whether it was the streamer, the guild, or the NPCs in the dungeon.

Forget it, get used to it.

*

Even in this dungeon, 1316 can be regarded as an exceptionally scary room.

Its door is tightly closed, and there are several large locks across the outside, which are firmly locked with gleaming iron chains. The peeling and faded door panel is pasted with red-and-yellow talisman paper, which looks very special under the dim reddish light. It was lifeless, full of unspeakable evil spirit.

Su Cheng stared fixedly at Room 1316 not far away, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and said slowly:

"That... can you say that again? Why are we here?"

Wen Jianyan had already stepped forward at this moment, he bent down to look at the thick chain that locked the door, his slightly arched back looked extraordinarily thin.

He said without looking back:

"Didn't I say that? In the other world, the other seven soul-locking altars should be sealed here."

"I understand this."

Su Cheng's eyes were glued to the talisman paper pasted on the door, and his voice trembled slightly: "But, shouldn't this just tell us not to come near here?"

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced at him: "Believe me, in the entire dungeon, no one wants to enter this room more than I do."

The unknown thing here is not only related to "Father God", but also insulted by him from various angles. In short, this problem is almost done.

However, there is still a big difference between the outer world and the inner world, and it is not that he has no chance of winning.

In addition, he asked Su Cheng to wait at a distance. If something went wrong, he could use the props in the first instance to pull him out of the room.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, took out a thin iron wire from his pocket as if by magic, and skillfully stirred it in the keyhole of the iron chain. Soon, with a soft "click", the iron chain was instantly loosened. .

Wen Jianyan caught the iron chain with quick eyes and hands, and his upper body was bent slightly involuntarily, so as not to let it fall directly to the ground with a clang.

He followed the same pattern and opened the door of 1316 as well.

"Squeak—"

There was only a soft sound, and the door covered with charms slowly slid open.

Darkness, thick and inextricable darkness.

There was a rotting corpse-like stench from the depths of the room, mixed with traces of **** smell, which made people almost sick.

Wen Jianyan collected himself, turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and took a photo into the room.

The faint light source of the flashlight barely pierces the darkness, swaying in the room—

Unexpectedly, there was nothing in the entire room.

It was empty, not even furnished.

The wallpaper has been peeled off, even if large pieces of wall covering are taken away, it doesn't matter, it looks mottled, and the original floor has also been pried away, leaving only bare cement embryos.

However, the strong rancid smell became more intense, and the smoker could hardly open his eyes.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice came from my ear:

[It is detected that the conditions are met, do you want to spend points to activate the item [Mr. Mirror]? 】

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

This kind of thing has never happened before!

He opened the backpack with doubts, only to see that the [Mr. Mirror] he got in the first instance jumped to the first grid of the backpack at some point, and a small red dot appeared in the upper right corner.

"What's wrong?"

Su Cheng's terrified voice came from not far away: "What did you find?"

"No…"

Wen Jianyan frowned, and replied: "The system sent a reminder that the props I got in the last dungeon can be activated."

"What's the use after activation?" Su Cheng asked.

"have no idea."

Su Cheng was stunned: "Then...how many points are needed to activate?"

Wen Jianyan shrugged, "I don't know."

"Why don't you try?" Su Cheng suggested.

Wen Jianyan fell into deep thought.

He has been tricked by the mechanism of this Nightmare live broadcast room too many times before, especially in the first dungeon. The points he just saved were promoted to that apple seedling in a blink of an eye. More importantly, this mirror fragment and that weird The men are closely related, what if something unexpected happens after activation?

Like...waking that guy up again or something?

However, every item is basically useful, especially after reaching the legendary level, Wen Jianyan is even more curious about what it is used for.

But now that we've come to this point...

Forget it, try it!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and activated the prop.

【20000 points will be deducted from your account】

Twenty thousand is not bad.

In the next second, a fragment of a mirror reflecting faint waves slowly appeared in Wen Jianyan's palm.

have to say…

After staying in this dungeon of Antai Community for so long, Wen Jianyan felt a little embarrassed when he saw the mirror. Although he knew it was his prop, he was still very afraid that something strange would appear in the mirror, or that he would be dragged suddenly. go in or something.

but…

How can this be used?

Wen Jianyan poked the surface of the mirror with some doubts.

Suddenly, a strong attraction came, pulling him into the depths of the mirror!

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened suddenly, and she could hardly suppress the swear words that blurted out.

Grass!

No! You are really here! !

"..."

Wen Jianyan was a little broken.

It's not such a way to say what you say! !