Chapter 177

Watching her sudden change of hair color, Wen Jianyan was stunned.

This is?

The white "color" like the first snow wrapped around his fingertips, and that familiar "color" made him catch some fleeting clues.

After being activated, the [Holy Infant Remains] is a snow-white baby, both the hair and the eyeballs are extremely pale in color.

Could it be that

In any case, this is not something that must be considered anymore, Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision: "It's not serious, we'll talk about it later."

Said, he let go of his hand, turned his head and glanced behind him quickly.

Under the crimson sky, there are old and tall gray buildings, scarlet fleshy windows and gaps in the walls, as if some kind of monster with a specific form is being conceived in the brick-and-tile structure womb , turned around and devoured by the mother, and continued to spread outward.

The good news is that those high-risk patients in the Ping An Sanatorium did not come after them.

But the bad news is that at this speed, it may not be long before this place will fall, and the time left for them to stand still is very limited.

At this moment, Huang Mao's voice, which seemed a little distorted due to nervousness, sounded beside him: "Then, that... you, you are going to the church!"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback by the terrified tone of the other party, and subconsciously walked into the church.

Contrary to their initial guess, it didn't seem difficult to enter the church. The door opened unsuspectingly, revealing the whole view of the chapel.

On the high dome, the scarlet skylight seeps in and sprinkles on the rows of black wooden seats. At the end of the hall is a high cross and pulpit, everything is shrouded in light red Amidst the halo and black shadows, the place that should have been extraordinarily holy suddenly looked weird everywhere.

"Left, the end on the left, the third row from the bottom." Huang Mao's trembling voice sounded in his ears, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, it was suppressed very low.

Following his guidance, Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng walked in that direction.

After clearing, the two were breathless.

Beyond the dim red sky, there is a sticky and dense shadow that cannot penetrate the light. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see two figures sitting side by side in an inconspicuous corner.

With their backs to the gate, they remained motionless and bowed their heads, like two believers who were devoutly praying. The motionless black silhouettes seemed to blend into the shadows, as if they had merged with the entire church.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize it.

He turned his head to the two people in front of him, spoke faster, and asked in a low voice, "Where are Luce and the others? Are they separated from you?"

Su Cheng nodded:

"Yes, after we left the nursing home building, they separated from us and entered the church first."

He was slightly taken aback: "So what you mean is..."

"There is this possibility."

Wen Jianyan frowned, fixedly turned to the church, and whispered.

He was not surprised by Luce's team's first move.

After all, the team formation between them was only a temporary state, they were simply bound by their interests, and they had no obligation to take care of each other. From the beginning, Wen Jianyan expected that they would stay outside the church and wait for him to reunite.

In a sense, he was more willing to see Luce and the others enter the church first.

Knowing that after the alienation of the dungeon, the first to explore unfamiliar areas, high returns must be accompanied by high risks. If someone is willing to take the lead in exploring the way, Wen Jianyan will naturally not refuse.

but

It would be really bad if those two silhouettes in the church were really members of Luce's squad.

Judging from their motionless appearance... I'm afraid it's more ominous than ominous.

He knew that the three members of Luce's team were senior broadcasters, but two of them were recruited. Based on this evaluation standard, the degree of danger here was higher than he had imagined.

In the church, the two figures were motionless, obviously far away, but it gave people a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Then...then what are we doing?"

The yellow-haired and white-faced man stared fixedly at the chapel that seemed calm but full of unknowns in front of him, with a frightened and tangled expression on his face.

To enter, or not to enter?

As usual, it's best not to enter, but...

He turned his head back.

The color of the sky seems to be oozing blood, and the flesh membrane spreading from the building is rushing in this direction, slowly but unstoppably, like watching the waves several meters high crashing under the sweeping hurricane Coming, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

"I'm afraid we already have a choice," Su Cheng gritted his teeth, "how about..."

"etc."

Wen Jianyan suddenly spoke.

Both of them were startled, and came over one after another.

"Don't act rashly, rushing into an unknown dangerous area in fear, the death rate is very high. Especially in the situation where Luce's team loses three to two."

Wen Jianyan's face was calm, and his voice was steady, "I think, in comparison, the probability of survival is very high if you stay here."

Huang Mao froze for a moment, then turned backward involuntarily.

In just a few minutes, the waves of scarlet flesh had already overflowed the porch, flowing along the flat ground, completely covering the position they were waiting for before, and there was no tendency to slow down at all.

Gradually approaching this direction, the fleshy, yellow-haired scalp is numb.

Although the church is full of unknowns, one can remain calm in the face of the imminent danger of death. Even if one knows that there may be a more terrifying risk hidden behind, one cannot resist this kind of death that is approaching step by step. The feeling of horror is approaching, as if a person on the gallows is watching the rope around his neck tighten a little bit, and the gleaming blade falls rapidly from the top of his head.

Huang Mao was sweating all over, couldn't help but took a step back, and before entering the church, he stopped his pace abruptly.

He couldn't help talking to Wen Jian beside him.

The young man stood where he was, staring fixedly into the distance.

His pupils were already light, his skin was fair, and his hair suddenly turned into silvery white, which inexplicably added a sense of inhumanity to him, and seemed incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There is a superfluous expression on his face, the emotions in the amber pupils are unpredictable, and there is an unusual calmness.

The other party's composure made Huang Mao panic a little bit, and he asked with a faint hope, "Really, really?"

Wen Jianyan didn't look back:

"Probably 40 to 50% sure."

Huang Mao: "..."

In other words, does the death rate have a full 50 to 60%? !

He stared at the scarlet wave that was getting closer and closer, and his eyes went black.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

Su Cheng's forehead was dripping with sweat, his heart was beating like a drum, and he gradually felt a suffocating feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Under the gradually shrinking living space, the open and empty church at the back brings a powerful temptation that grows every second...

Really not going in?

Although there may be hidden dangers inside, as long as you don't die here, there will always be more solutions...

"etc."

Seeming to know what his teammates were thinking, Wen Jianyan stared steadily into the distance and said.

His slender body was tense, like a bowstring that would break in a second, but his voice was still calm.

"etc."

Five meters, three meters.

too close.

It was so close that it seemed to be able to reach the thin tentacles protruding out of the scarlet, living creature-like neurons, and it seemed that there was a vaguely strange shape of some kind of monster, like an outstretched hand, with blank facial features. face, gaping mouth.

Su Cheng and Huang Mao's complexions gradually became difficult, their bodies were stiff and straight, and they subconsciously leaned back, as if they wanted to stay as far away as possible from what was in front of them, as if they were a terrifying existence that would swallow them by themselves in the next second.

Suddenly, without warning, a deafening bell rang.

"Dang-dang-dang-"

That voice came from the church right in front of us. Because the distance was too close, the penetrating sound waves came straight to the door, almost making people feel dizzy.

The sound spread wave after wave into the distance.

The viscous, semi-fluid scarlet gelatin finally stopped spreading less than one meter away from them, as if it were dead.

Dead silence fell.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, as if time had also stopped passing.

After just a few seconds, several people finally reacted.

it's over.

"call."

Su Cheng's face was covered with sweat, and he let out a long breath of relief. After his body relaxed, he almost had the illusion that he would lose his strength in a second.

Huang Mao's face was even paler. If he hadn't supported the wall beside him, he might have just sat on the ground with his legs limp.

In the next second, the loud sound of howling wind sounded close to the back of his head!

"Bang!" The sound was deafening.

It was already at the end of the battle, and the two people, whose nerves were tense to the limit, jumped up suddenly: "Ahhh!" They screamed subconsciously, and instinctively turned their heads to the back.

The door of the church was tightly closed behind them. The dark wooden door had a black iron-like texture under the red sky, and several people firmly blocked it.

The pupils of the two constricted and they gasped for breath.

"I'm stupid, scared, scared me to death..." Huang Mao panted heavily, still in shock.

Although Su Cheng's face was pale, he was still more courageous than Huang Mao. He tentatively stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Not moving at all.

He leaned over and squinted his eyes to the crack of the door.

In a narrow gap, it is as dark as thick ink, with a little bit of light, whether it is the red sky, the neat seats, or the two motionless figures with their backs to them, like a false illusion Extinct.

All that was left was a boundless darkness.

At that moment, Su Cheng's back was covered with cold sweat.

He suddenly felt scared.

If Wen Jianyan hadn't been gritting his teeth just now and insisting never to step into the church, then they might have disappeared into the darkness like those two figures, and there was even a slight possibility of escaping.

He spoke to Wen Jian who was beside him.

The other party's "color" is still calm, and there is a kind of courage that the mountain will collapse in front of him without changing his "color".

"you"

Su Cheng hadn't finished speaking the remaining few words, when Wen Jianyan turned around abruptly, supported the stone pillar with one hand, lowered his head and retched:

"vomit!"

Su Cheng: "."

...As expected of you.

Ten seconds later, Wen Jianyan finally straightened up.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, silver-white hair stuck to his pale face, and there was a little sickly flush on his cheekbones, making him look embarrassed and fragile.

"Are you okay?" Su Cheng patted his back.

Wen Jianyan shook her head and said sickly: "It's just a matter of nausea."

He has long had the habit of retching when he is nervous, and it cannot be overcome in a short while.

You know, in the short but long few minutes just now, Wen Jianyan was far less calm than before.

I know that the time when Luce and they went to the church is different. Luce and the others entered the church before the bell rang, but the time they were in was after the bell rang.

If the rules in the Ping An Nursing Home Building apply here, then there are likely to be two different maps in front of them.

Therefore, the church in Zai will only be more dangerous.

Wen Jianyan dare not gamble on the chance of three deaths and two deaths.

If according to past experience, the ringing of the bell is a harbinger of the alternation of the outer world and the inner world, and each time the bell rings, the length of the inner world will increase, then, no matter how deadly danger is hidden inside, they must enter the church.

However, according to Wen Jianyan's previous conclusion, the dungeon has already been alienated. The inner world does not increase in time step by step until it is completely taken over from the world.

Now that the length of the previous bell interval is meaningless, if it still doubles the time as before, then, according to the action speed of the meat membrane, it should be swallowed by the church soon, and it will not give the people in it any chance of survival.

That's a dead end.

At that time, the entire Ping An Sanatorium will not have any safe place, that is to say, even if they enter the church in time, they will be swallowed.

If so, it is better to fight.

Of course, Wen Jianyan was also prepared to guess wrong.

After all, the church is different from any area in the sanatorium. This is the core area of the entire dungeon, and all the rules are derived from it, so there is a high possibility that reverse derivation will fail.

If it really came to the last moment, before the bell rang, he would still grit his teeth and rush into the churchat that time, even if there was a probability of three deaths and two, he would not be able to gamble.

One more minute of life is one minute, and only by living can we break the game.

Before Wen Jianyan said that the success rate was only 40% to 50%, it was not a lie.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and wiped his face, looking tired.

Another high-risk patient for the whole team, another sudden bell, and the deadly trap in the church just now... All these buildings challenged his ability to bear.

In retrospect, there is a sense of illusion like a dream.

"Then what shall we do next?" Su Cheng asked.

Wen Jianyan turned around, and tried to push the closed church door behind her - sure enough, she remained motionless as if the steel had been welded to death.

There is a lock on the door, but it simply cannot be opened.

Reminiscent of the two figures who arrived before, I'm afraid...the world at the door is different from the space concept they are familiar with.

Fortunately, he made the correct judgment in the end, otherwise, they would have been imprisoned in it, and even if they wanted to leave, they would not be able to leave.

"Should... we just have to wait until the next time the bell rings to get in?"

The yellow hair showed an expression of wanting to cry but no tears.

Wouldn't it be back to square one?

If the previous incident happened again, he didn't know if he could get out of it...

Wen Jianyan was silent for a few seconds, then raised his eyes to Su Cheng: "Luce and the others went to the church when the bell rang, that is to say, he probably couldn't open the door at that time, where do you think they will be?"

Su Cheng was taken aback.

Yeah, the bell was still ringing when Luce came, which means...

"Is there another door?"

Wen Jianyan nodded:

"It's just... I don't think that can be called a door."

"What do you mean?"

Huang Mao asked suspiciously.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and said meaningfully: "Have you forgotten? All the corpses will be transported to the atrium."

Hearing this sentence, the two couldn't help but feel their backs shudder, and goose bumps appeared from head to toe.

Wen Jianyan: "Let's go, let's go around the church and we should be able to find a way to enter it."

"But we'd better move quickly,"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said, "The rhythm of this dungeon is accelerating."

Since the time in the inner world is shortened, there is a high probability that the time in the outer world will also be shortened.

There is not much time left for them to explore.

The other two nodded.

Under the leadership of Wen Jianyan, several people circled back along the gray brick wall of the church, carefully avoiding the stagnant meat membrane not far away, and cautiously moved forward.

There was a dead silence under the crimson sky, only the rustling of deliberately suppressed footsteps could be heard.

Soon, several people circled to the side of the church.

All the way without words.

As Huang Mao walked, he stared at Wen Jianyan who was walking not far away from him. He opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, but the thirst for knowledge in his eyes could not be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.

Wen Jianyan didn't turn her head back: "If you want to ask, just ask."

Huang Mao scratched his head and gave a dry "hehe" laugh twice, as if thinking that his petty actions would be found out.

"It's just... you really don't know the reason?"

He pointed to the other person's hair and asked cautiously.

"Well"

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that the other party was talking about his changed hair color.

"A clue."

He said vaguely.

Although Wen Jianyan is still not completely sure of the specific reason, and he doesn't know why nothing happened when the item was activated before, but this time it was suddenly affected...

But the changes in him are most likely related to the [Holy Infant Remains] item.

Huang Mao asked: "Do you feel any changes?"

"That's true."

He shrugged.

To be honest, it wasn't Su Cheng who just mentioned it, but Wen Jianyan even noticed that his hair color had changed.

"Do you feel it? Maybe there will be a difference, such as a change in physique, or the ability to suddenly release abilities?"

Huang Mao's eyes were shining, and he made gestures without giving up.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His eyes stayed on the other party's brilliant golden hair for a moment, as if he realized why this guy was particularly interested in this aspect.

He replied with a complex expression: "I think you should have less novels."

"Then don't worry about it, it's pretty good anyway," Su Cheng said, raised his hand and patted Wen Jianyan's shoulder, reassuring, "How fashionable."

Wen Jianyan: "."

"thank you."

He thanked him blankly.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha haha laughed to death, it seems that Huang" Mao "will be like" color "!"

"It's really good though...apply for permanent shape!"

"I feel that the title system should be able to be activated after this copy is over. This wave is a record-breaking one. It's the first time I've seen someone who can activate the title so early, and it's a title of such an exceptional level. ...It's really awesome."

After fooling the yellow hair, Wen Jianyan turned her head for the first time and turned her back.

Behind him, the fleshy membrane stayed in place motionless, as if hitting a wall of air, drawing a clear dividing line.

Countless questions flashed through my mind.

Has the Ping An Sanatorium been completely occupied? Are the broadcasters who stayed inside still alive? And those high-risk...

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed the previous scene in the hall.

At that time, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air was on the verge of breaking out. Several high-risk people confronted each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. With the sound of water dripping on the ground, he said a meaningful sentence.

You guys, isn't it a good occasion?

That guy is here.

The situation was tense before, and Wen Jianyan ran away in a hurry, so he paid too much attention to him, but he finally had time to think about it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on those windows, gates, and the scarlet flesh film overflowing from the cracks in the walls.

When No. 02 said this, it was when these meat membranes invaded the hall at an extremely fast speed. According to past experience, it should be the reason why the entire dungeon was alienated and the patient lost his human form. Think of it as some kind of monster with life and dimensionality, and above... it seems that there is another "possibility".

However, Wen Jianyan didn't think that Bobo who stayed in the Ping'an Sanatorium had been wiped out.

They were able to escape by hiding in the data room before, and other people should be able to find a similar refuge. For them, the real danger should come from the alienation of the patient, not the erosion of the flesh membrane.

Because... Wen Jianyan had a strange premonition.

This thing may have come after him.

"In front of you!" Huang Mao shouted suddenly.

Several people follow the direction of his finger.

A small cart was lying in the open space, the cart board was empty, and the old wooden edges were covered with dark brown dirty marks, like dried blood.

This should be the tool used to transport the corpse to the atrium in the Ping An Sanatorium.

"Walk,."

Said, Wen Jianyan took a step forward.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the side.

The few people were startled, subconsciously took precautions, and turned towards the direction of the sound.

Soon, a familiar figure rushed straight from the back of the church

The man was staggering, blood was all over his body, and he was in a panic, as if he had just narrowly escaped death.

When they came to Wen Jianyan and the others, the other party was also stunned:

"Is it you...?"

Her voice was hoarse, but she couldn't hide the familiar female voice below.

"Peony?" Wen Jianyan was startled.

The moment she heard the other party's voice, Shao Yao seemed to lose her strength, and her whole body softened. If Wen Jianyan hadn't supported her quickly, she might have fallen directly to the ground.

Her fingers were cold and trembling, and her pale face was covered with blood, as if she had experienced something extremely terrifying.

It was only after Wen Jianyan supported him that he realized that the body under his hands was shaking uncontrollably.

Wen Jianyan frowned: "What happened?"

"History, the mission of epic props."

Shao Yao raised her head, gritted her teeth, and said angrily, "We have opened it, and more than half of it is done, only the last step is left."

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

This can explain it.

Why would the three-person team, all composed of senior broadcasters, be downsized to the point where only one person survived.

In this kind of advanced dungeon, the hidden mission of epic props is not so easy to complete, this is definitely no less than a big crisis in a dungeon rated s.

"Let's make a deal."

Suddenly, the weak fingers that landed on the arm clenched tightly, and it hurt Wen Jianyan to grasp it.

"You help me save people."

As if catching the last straw, Shaoyao tried her best to hold onto Wen Jianyan's arm tightly, her eyes burst into flames, "The prop is yours."

Shao Yao poured down a bottle of analgesic and a bottle of passivator one after another, and finally regained her strength.

She stood up and wiped the blood off her face with her hands.

The woman's face was very pale, and her eyes became more and more bright like will-o'-the-wisps. She said to Wen Jian and asked, "Do you agree?"

"besides."

Wen Jianyan shrugged.

He went up calmly, as if he was not moved by Shao Yao's offer, "Tell me first, how did you get in?"

Shao Yao was not surprised by Wen Jianyan's answer.

Although epic props are a great temptation, if you agree to it without knowing the situation at all, it is either completely stupid and oversatisfied, or you are ready to break the promise from the very beginning .

Wen Jianyan's cautiousness is actually more reassuring.

"The main entrance of the church cannot be entered. We went around to the back and found a small entrance. It is a passage for transporting corpses, which we can pass through..."

Shao Yao took a deep breath and said slowly.

"And then, what happened?"

"The corpse is alive."

In just four words, the hidden meaning behind it is creepy.

You know, in the several rounds of alternation between the outside world and the inside world, not only the broadcaster died, but also the patients in the nursing home, how many people were sent to the chapel?

People know the exact numbers.

Looking at the deep and shallow bloodstains on Shao Yao's body, several people couldn't help but feel their backs shudder.

"We narrowly escaped death and entered the interior of the church."

"A chapel?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"no."

Unexpectedly, Shao "Yao" shook her head, "I'm not sure what kind of place it is, but it's definitely not a chapel, it's more like..."

Shao Yao's face turned slightly pale, but she still insisted and said:

"More like a cemetery."

Bones on top of bones, dead bodies on top of dead bodies, blood on top of blood.

Even if it was just a memory, it made her feel cold all over.

"In the very center of the cemetery, we received tasks related to epic props," Shao Yao calmed down and continued, "Complete three sacraments."

"Sacrament?" Huang Mao showed a blank expression.

Wen Jianyan answered naturally:

"The Seven Great Sacraments of the Catholic Church: Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist, Confession, Anointing, Holy Orders, and Marriage."

"right."

Shao Yao nodded: "However, it's not as strict as in the real world. It's enough to follow the prompts step by step."

Of course, these are after the "improvement" of the dungeon, and naturally each game has its own dangers.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes for a while and asked, "How much have you accomplished?"

"Two." Shao "Yao" said, "Holy Eucharist and anointing."

If what she said was wrong, then, in this dungeon, most of the missions for epic props have indeed been completed, and only the last step is left to complete.

"Which item did you fail in?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"Repent." Shao Yao replied.

"Why is this one?"

Wen Jianyan frowned.

"In the other items, each identity is played by our members, so that the risk can be minimized, but this item is different..." Shao Yao gritted her teeth and said:

"Only in this one, there are people in the confessional compartment."

"Someone?!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

"Yes," Shaoyao nodded, with a look of fear that could almost be seen on her face:

"A...unclear priest."

Her face became even paler, and her trembling cold fingers were twisted together. It seemed that only in this way could she control her trembling instinctive reaction.

The air fell into dead silence.

Wen Jianyan and the three of them stood in front of her with serious expressions on their faces, as if they were trying to gauge the danger of this mission.

The atmosphere was gloomy and depressing, almost breathless.

Until Shao Yao broke the silence and said:

"I'll stand before you alive," she said with a wretched smile, half sad, half ashamed, "because I'm the only one who ever entered the confessional."