Chapter 61

The invisibility robe lasts only one minute.

Soon, the figures of the two appeared in the corridor.

Although the danger is still not resolved, the number of concealment robes is limited, and they must save some to avoid more critical situations in the future.

Wen Jianyan recalled the inscriptions engraved on the gossip mirror in his mind.

After all, no one except him knows that they are actually in the soul lock altar now, and the lines engraved on the gossip mirror are the map of the inner world.

In such complex terrain, this is a powerful advantage.

However, there are still too many anchors. As long as one of them realizes that he has been deceived and communicates with other teams, it will be easy to form a siege, and it will be difficult to escape at that time.

Su Cheng stared nervously at both ends of the corridor, his muscles tensed reflexively, and he concentrated on paying attention to the noises in all directions.

He leaned his body against the wall subconsciously, trying to shrink his sense of existence, it would be best to hide in the shadows:

"Me, what shall we do next?"

Su Cheng deliberately lowered his voice, his voice trembling slightly under extreme tension.

Wen Jianyan took the time to turn her head and glance at him, and said in a steady voice, "Don't be nervous."

Su Cheng was a little devastated.

"Is this something you can say you can't be nervous if you don't be nervous!"

They are now literally enemies of the whole copy!

"Of course it is," Wen Jianyan said at a fast pace while looking down at the manuscript she brought from Granny Wen's room, "Believe me, I'm only more flustered than you right now."

Su Cheng blinked, stared closely at Wen Jianyan at the side, and repeatedly looked up and down the other's expression and body language, but the young man in front of him looked completely the same as usual except that his face was paler than before.

He said in disbelief: "Really? I can't see it at all."

Wen Jianyan paused, stopped flipping through the notes, looked up at Su Cheng, and said very seriously:

"It's the level of panic that I can spit out if you give me a bucket now."

Su Cheng: "..."

Suddenly, I feel that many scenes that I encountered before have been explained now.

"And I'm actually more easily intimidated than the average person."

After all, he is a liar who is extremely sensitive to danger and is particularly afraid of death. He has an innate instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Even in situations where many ordinary people do not respond, Wen Jianyan will reflexively tense up. stand up.

And with this instinct of over-sensitivity to danger, he can use his advantages and expertise on top of it, which makes it impossible for Wen Jianyan to get used to being frightened.

In other words, he is a cowardly anchor.

And the possibility of a big rise in the future is unlikely.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, continued flipping through the old paper in her hand, and said quickly:

"However, overly involved emotions will interfere with rational judgment. If you are dominated by the instinct of fear of death, you will reflexively flee indiscriminately, ignoring many life doors hidden in the dead end."

Wen Jianyan folded the tattered pages of notes and stuffed them back into his pocket, then looked up at Su Cheng, and concluded very seriously:

"So, the first lesson in becoming a successful fraudster is to control your nervousness."

Su Cheng nodded subconsciously: "I understand"

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, and he suddenly became alert: "Wait? What? I'm not going to learn how to be a liar from you!"

A dense "hahahahahaha" floated in the live broadcast room of the two at the same time.

"Grass, I seem to have witnessed the expansion of some fraudulent gang!"

"Help... I'm a cute little anchor, why was I gradually growing crooked by the dog liar on the opposite side!"

"I'm dying of laughter. I finally know why the dog liar vomits in the dark every time after the crisis is over. This guy is really scared!"

"Wait, but I don't remember someone saying that he is the vest of a senior anchor? And many of the previous replays didn't look like a newcomer, why did the saying change again!"

"But only rookies are so scared, right?"

"Not necessarily, maybe these are all pretended by this liar, so as to reduce our suspicion and vigilance, so that we can't pick up his vest!"

"That might be the other way around..."

"Fuck, my mind is messed up, I don't know who is in the atmosphere now, anyway, I'm right in the basement."

Su Cheng watched Wen Jianyan's movements, his eyes brightened slightly:

"Have you figured out a solution yet?"

"Roughly the same."

Wen Jianyan touched his chin.

"Tell me?"

The young man raised his eyes, his amber eyes were shining brightly under the bright red light, and he smiled:

"Since I'm an evil spirit believer now, why not do something that evil spirit believers would do."

An ominous premonition slowly rose in Su Cheng's heart: "Wait, you don't really want to wake up the evil spirits, do you?"

Wen Jianyan showed a toothache expression:

"...Yes, no."

The other party's ambiguous answer made Su Cheng look at a loss: "Ah? What do you mean?"

To be honest, if this evil spirit is not an old acquaintance with whom he has formed a huge relationship, awakening the other party is actually a very good choice.

After all, Wen Jianyan's current identity is an evil spirit believer. With his consistent behavior, he will definitely not hesitate to fight as a fanatic after the other party wakes up, let him fight fiercely with Po Wen's followers of the evil bodhisattva, and let I am alone in the melee, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

But

The vague figure he had glimpsed from the depths of the mirror flashed across Wen Jianyan's mind, and his expression distorted for a moment involuntarily.

He had no doubts that if he really woke up this guy, the one who died first would definitely not be Wen Po, but himself!

Therefore, he can only find a compromise... but he is not sure whether it will be successful.

Wen Jianyan looked at Su Cheng who was bewildered, and said calmly:

"It's okay, you'll know when the time comes."

Looking at the young man in front of him who looked extremely calm, as if he had a winning ticket in his hands and was confident in his chest, although Su Cheng still didn't know what the other party's "plan" was, he couldn't help but feel a little blind confidence.

Since this guy said so, he must have a lot of confidence in success!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Isn't it? Did this guy really find a bug, or was he just bluffing?"

"can not tell"

"Although I don't know what the anchor is going to do next, I believe that the thing planned by this dog liar will never be good! [Reward points 100]"

"That's right! This villain! [100 reward points]"

"Bad stuff! [100 reward points]"

"Every time I see you scolding the anchor while giving rewards, it's funny, wake up, don't be manipulated by this anchor! [100 reward points]"

"??? You in front of me are also giving rewards!"

"My wife is not bad, but my husband doesn't love her (spiel, I'm a liar! [100 reward points]"

Relying on his familiarity with the map being the highest among all the anchors, Wen Jianyan cleverly avoided the siege and interception of many anchors.

After all, although those anchors should all have received the high-difficulty side missions now, they are not completely united, and many anchors are still trying to **** the Soul Locking Altar. Under such circumstances, they will certainly not be able to cooperate completely without any grievances.

Under the dark red light, the atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.

In the team of anchors, people's hearts are fluctuating, each of them has ghosts and plans.

An anchor in familiar clothes stumbled forward. He was half bent, covering his bleeding abdomen with one hand, his face was pale and sweaty, and his hair was messy. He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with pain and anger:

"Then...that evil spirit believer attacked our team, and he has accomplices, hurry up!"

"What? Where?" All the anchors couldn't help feeling tense.

The young man's feet were weak, and he had to hold on to the wall to catch his breath. With his **** fingers, he pointed to the back: "in that direction! Hurry up...it will be too late!"

In that direction, there was the familiar sound of scuffle, and a sharp voice could be vaguely heard in the chaos: "The believers of the evil **** are here!"

"Quick! He's from Dark Fire!"

"Catch him!"

All the anchors suddenly cheered up.

That's right!

The sound of messy and hasty footsteps echoed in the corridor, and hurried towards the direction pointed by the other party.

[Fuzzy mask has expired]

Like thin snow melting in the midday sun, the intense emotion on the young man's face quickly faded away, leaving only a calm look of ease.

Wen Jianyan straightened up, stretched out his hand covered in black lines that was cleverly hidden in the shadow of the folds of his clothes, quickly took off the blood-stained coat, rolled up and threw it into the corner.

This is what he just picked up from the seriously injured person who was thrown to the corner during the fight between the two teams. The blood on it is still hot, and he can easily divert the opponent's attention away from his hand with his movements. Come.

[Fuzzy Mask] This item is actually aimed at ghosts. It probably has the effect that if you are among a bunch of anchors, this item will reduce your sense of existence and reduce the possibility of being concentrated by ghosts.

According to Wen Jianyan's experiment, this prop is also effective for the anchor.

Especially in such a fast-paced melee, it is simply an excellent companion to fish in troubled waters, disrupt the battle situation, and divert attention.

Su Cheng ran out from the corridor in the other direction.

He was sweating profusely, with a nervous and flustered expression, and he was still holding the phone tightly in his hand.

Just now, under Wen Jianyan's guidance, he used props to expand the recording on the phone, led the anchors to the direction of the other team, activated the last concealment robe, and then took a shortcut to come back.

Wen Jianyan was not stingy with his praise: "Good job!"

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Grass, I look stupid."

"Hahahahahahaha dark fire: bad luck!"

"I'm dying of laughter, why is An Huo being scapegoated by this anchor every day!"

"Hahahahahahaha obviously no anchor entered the dungeon, but somehow got demonized: nmd"

"Hahahahahahaha I just came back from the live broadcast room next door. They all thought this was the faction's foundation. Dark Fire came in with a whole team, and all of them were evil spirit believers!"

"Grass! I laughed to death!"