Chapter 237

The shop, which was originally peaceful, is now full of terrifying dangers.

Young Master stood upright in the distance, his figure was shrouded in shadows because he was far away from the oil lamp, making him appear stiff and blurred.

Her arms maintained a weird posture, surrounded by nothingness, invisible to the naked eye, only the mechanical and malicious howling echoed in the shop, releasing the curse of death.

As if being controlled by some invisible force, she walked forward step by step, and the white dress on her body looked extraordinarily gloomy because of this, as if it was some kind of ghost image derived from traditional horror movies.

at the same time.

Another side.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

In the dimly lit shop, the sound of blood dripping echoed clearly in my ears, every time, more and more quickly, but after just a few tens of seconds, a small puddle of blood appeared on the ground.

The surface of the blood splashed and fluctuated, and the smell of rotting blood became stronger.

A completely different, but equally deadly curse of death is being released from that pool of blood.

Under the double curse, the oil lamp burned violently. The flame expanded several times and made a chirping sound, but was suppressed by the darkness outside, and could barely illuminate a small area inside the counter.

Wu Ya, Weicheng, and Mu Sen stood in the area shrouded in light, staring at that Fang, observing the less active Fang not far away.

Under the dead silence, all three of them were pale and dignified. Under the strong pressure, a little sweat leaked from the tip of their foreheads and noses.

Too bad, too bad.

It couldn't have gotten any worse!

"Damn it..." Wu Ya gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid, what I was afraid of happened."

The two anchors that Jutang took away were all offensive players in the team. The best thing was to concentrate the elite forces in the team to make a quick decision and avoid a one-time attack on two waves of curses.

This is a very correct decision, but it will also bear great risks.

This is an extremely dangerous and crazy gamble.

If the bet wins, everything will be fine.

This move is equivalent to retelling the overlapping crises of the original, and resolving the single attacks one by one, the danger he encounters in this floor will be greatly reduced, and the risk will be successfully shared.

However, if the bet is lost, the third curse will break out before the second curse is resolved...

But at this moment, his team members had dispersed, and the only four people left in the store were about to launch such a terrifying double attack.

Among the four, one is the main member who has just been attacked and has not yet fully recovered, the other is a psychic who can predict death but has no initiative to activate it, a prophet with a broken arm and a ghost in his heart, and An anchor from the enemy team with unknown depth and strength.

As long as he is a little careless, what awaits him is a cruel group destruction.

And without the prophet and support, the remaining people may find it difficult to survive this dungeon.

"What should I do?" Acropolis's man stared at the scene in front of him, not daring to blink his eyes more, for fear of missing the moment of crisis, he asked in a low voice.

"It's just a waste of time."

With a pale face, Wu Ya slowly took a deep breath, but in just a few seconds, his palms were already dripping with cold sweat, "As long as the captain can get the props in the second painting, one of the curses will disappear. The pressure here can be reduced by more than half.

"In short, use all means to delay time and save your life!"

Although it was easy to say, but thinking of the difficulty of implementing it, several people couldn't help but feel a sinking heart, gradually feeling a lingering sense of despair.

It was already so difficult for him to deal with a single wave of curses before, but now he is faced with two overlapping waves of curses...

One of the waves also came from the dangerous third picture.

Facing such a desperate situation, will he be able to survive until Jutang's return?

While the few people were discussing, blood began to ooze from multiple places on the ceiling, trickling down, forming puddles of blood of varying sizes on the ground.

Starting from the first place, each pool of blood that appeared next was closer to the counter than the previous one.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

Only a few steps away from the entrance of the counter, the gap in the ceiling gradually became scarlet and damp, and then blood began to flow down gradually, and the dripping speed gradually accelerated, but in just a few seconds, a small pool of blood appeared on the crowd in front of the eyes.

Under the dim light, the viscous blood is like a mirror, clearly reflecting a small space in the shop.

Wu Ya's pupils shrank.

He realized that in the reflection of the pool of blood, he could clearly see a pair of feet.

Wearing blood-red embroidered shoes on those feet, they stood stiffly in place, motionless on the pool of blood, but in the real real world, there was nothing above the pool of blood.

Wu Yahan's hair stood on end, and he said in a low voice:

"Careful, step back!"

As he shouted, he pulled the other two back cautiously, his eyes fixed on the gradually expanding pool of blood.

Although he still doesn't know what the third wave of curse is and how it kills people, but in any case, stay away in time and don't touch it, it will never go wrong.

"Tick tock."

When no one noticed, a drop of sticky and smelly blood fell from behind him and dripped on the counter.

Only one drop.

The scarlet, semi-circular drop of blood quietly invaded the area shrouded in the light of the oil lamp.

"Chi Chi!" The oil lamp was burning crazily, and the smell of turbid and rancid corpse oil was released, mixing with the smell of blood, which almost made people feel like they were suffocating.

Under the tension of the liquid, the semicircular surface of the blood bead acts like a lens.

If someone observes carefully, they can see that there is a blurry figure reflected on the blood-dropped watch, who seems to be standing firmly in front of the counter, slowly looking into the counter. double-

Suddenly, Weicheng's pupils dilated suddenly, the hair on his back stood on end, and a scream broke through his throat:

"Quick! Get down!"

As he said that, he hurriedly rushed forward, Wu Ya suddenly fell to the ground, and he pressed under the counter.

Wu Ya was caught off guard, and was thrown by Weicheng, and fell down without any defense.

Soon, he realized that Acropolis' talent is to perceive death passively, that is to say... he was almost on the verge of death just now.

After realizing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Wu Ya's back.

"Hey, Acropolis, what did you feel just now?"

Weicheng panted, maintained this posture, raised his head in shock, and walked towards the counter: "I just felt that a drop of blood reflected a pair of people... When your back was turned, it caught you Shadows in drops of blood."

Listening to Weicheng's description, Wu Ya only felt his scalp tingling.

At this moment, the pool of blood that was only a few steps away from the counter expanded again, and those feet wearing embroidered shoes slowly took a step forward, took a step forward, and then stopped again, as if they were waiting for something.

After all, he is also a senior anchor who has experienced multiple copies. After experiencing this frightening attack, Wu Ya also more or less summed up the law of the third curse.

He settled down and said slowly:

"In this way, these bloodstains are the way the curse in the third painting invades the real world. It can kill people by touching your shadow reflected in the pool of blood."

For the three of them, this is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that this time the curse no longer came through an anchor, that is to say, the remaining three of him no longer have the risk of becoming the second walking dead.

After Wen Jianyan, if there was another inactive curse diffuser among them, the remaining two people would have no chance of surviving.

And the bad news...

It's just as scary.

What he guessed before was indeed correct. The third wave of curses was the fiercest of the three paintings. The other two waves only eroded his life and could be stopped by oil lamps. However, this wave of curses could not only directly invade The counter area covered by oil lamps... and it is still dead!

As long as the shadow is touched by the existence in the pool of blood, there is no doubt that he will die.

This is too scary.

It would be fine if only this curse came to pass. Although the pool of blood is expanding, it will take a while to completely cover the entire store. As long as you change your position in time, you can avoid your shadow from appearing in the pool of blood.

but

The terrible thing is that at the same time there is the curse of the baby crying.

As long as you leave the area around the counter, you will be attacked.

The addition of the two is almost an unsolvable dead end.

Mu Sen stood aside, his face was pale, he kept biting the only one left, his eyes were bloodshot, he seemed a little nervous.

He knew that his cards should be tested.

He is also a senior anchor, and he can understand how terrifying the current situation is... If the other two are still expecting Jutang to complete the second painting in time, Mu Sen has given up all hope for it.

According to the appearance of the cards, this is a dead end situation where none of them are left, and all of them are hanged.

Tangerine Tang also encountered a terrible danger in the second painting with a high probability. Even if he didn't die, he would be dragged back and returned to the shop without getting the props in time.

How to do how to do!

Mu Sen knew that Ji was not in danger for the time being, but it was only for the time being.

Just now, his figure was also reflected in the blood droplets, but Mu Sen was not attacked, not because of luck, but because Mu Sen had similar props on his body, which can reduce the priority of being attacked .

But

If he was the only one who died in the shop, then this prop would also lose its effect.

Could it be that... I want to take the initiative to smash three cards to break the current situation?

However, if you do this, you can imagine your future.

Mu Sen clenched his teeth, his face twisted slightly, as if he was caught in a torn entanglement and pain.

In extreme despair, he raised his head and looked at Wen Jianyan who was not far away.

The anchor of the hostile faction, who was supposed to be the key to breaking the game, became the medium for the curse to spread directly in the second attack of the curse. Although he would not die before the curse completely invaded the real world, he would not die. He can only maintain a state of unconsciousness and inaction as a walking dead, completely hopeless!

Mu Sen's eyes were about to burst, almost biting his fingers under the bandage.

Not far away, Young Master still maintained that stiff posture, hugging his hands in the void, and walked forward step by step, as if he had already become a dead body...

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped not far in front of Wen Jianyan, and gradually gathered into a small pool of blood.

Suddenly, Mu Sen froze for a moment, and followed Wen Jianyan's direction again.

I don't know if it's his illusion... I always feel that the other party just paused without a trace, but when he focused his eyes again, he found that he still maintained the posture just now, straight and stiff like a marionette go forward.

etc! wrong!

Shao is still moving forward, but... Fang has changed.

Originally, she had been walking in the direction of the counter, but after that short pause, Wen Jianyan's walking path was subtly shifted, as if she was walking towards a certain direction in the shop.

And, weirdly...

Every time she took a step, the hair on the top of her head faded a little.

Infects quickly from the ends of the hair.

In just tens of seconds, Shao's originally pure black long hair turned into snow-like whiteness, falling softly on her shoulders, almost blending with the long skirt.

three minutes ago.

Although Wen Jianyan's body is out of control, unlike Wu Ya before him, his mind is extremely clear. Not only can he hear everything happening around him, but he can also hear the conversation of the three people not far away.

Blood pools, human attacks, the third wave of curse attacks...

Etc., etc.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and listened quietly without saying a word, quickly thinking about the corresponding strategy in his mind.

As he froze step by step, his sight suddenly fell on the approaching pool of blood.

In the reflection of the pool of blood, a pair of scarlet embroidered shoes stood there motionless.

...embroidered shoes?

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

He suddenly recalled that the red-clothed corpse he met on the second floor was wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes.

When the third customer visited earlier, he was sitting with his back against the counter, so he did not see the palm that was exposed when the third customer put down the coin, but when he saw the pair of embroidered shoes, he recalled Wen Jianyan almost immediately connected the "people" mentioned by Acropolis with the red-clothed corpse released on the second floor.

So, at that moment, Wen Jianyan had a flash of inspiration.

...he knows.

He knew which painting the third wave of curse was released from!

Just now, Wen Jianyan went around the whole shop and carefully went through the contents of each painting.

Every painting is eerie and uncomfortable, and every painting may release a curse, without any clues, even Wen Jianyan can't tell which one the third customer patronized.

After the third wave of curses was linked to the red corpse on the second floor, Wen Jianyan almost instantly determined the location of the third painting

Near the counter, second from the right.

The scene in the painting is like a wedding room. A woman in a wedding dress is sitting upright on a wooden bed, covered by a red hijab, looking weird and stiff.

If the third wave of curses was indeed related to the red corpse on the second floor, then it definitely came from this painting!

[Remains of the Holy Infant: Awakened, please choose the activation form]

[The identity of the mother of the world for 30s (it is detected that the anchor has worn the relevant title, and the effect of this form can be improved to a certain extent)]

[Summon a ghost baby 5n (It is detected that the anchor has worn the relevant title, and the effect of this form can be improved to a certain extent)]

Form two.

Wen Jianyan responded in his mind.

Soon, a blue and black ghost baby appeared in front of him, hanging on Wen Jianyan's arm, raised its huge and deformed head, stared at him with pitch-black eyes without whites, and giggled:

"Mommy mommy!"

Seeing that familiar little figure, Wen Jianyan almost felt relieved.

I don't know if it's because he's been in the Nightmare live broadcast room for a long time. His aesthetics have been distorted to a certain extent. I always feel...compared with the faceless child corpse in his arms, the baby ghost is much cuter!

"Who is it?" Guiying looked at the corpse in Wen Jianyan's arms, and twisted his face jealously: "Mom, what are you holding?"

"There's no need to deal with it," Wen Jianyan said, "First change your walking track and go in that direction."

The ghost baby summoned as a prop would most likely not be able to suppress the corpse in terms of terror. Moreover, the corpse in Wen Jianyan's arms is just a concrete manifestation of the curse. As long as it is not obtained in the second painting The key "sexual" props, the curse will not be eliminated, the time for the ghost baby to be summoned is too short, and the number of times is too precious, so it should not be consumed on this.

The important thing is...

Wen Jianyan had other plans.

Unwillingly, Guiying gave up fighting for favor, and crawled down Wen Jianyan's arms, pushing his legs with two green and black cocks, forcibly changing Wen Jianyan's walking direction.

Inside the counter, the other two other than Mu Sen also realized the strangeness.

The three of them stood where they would not be reflected in the pool of blood, and stared at Wen Jianyan not far away with horror on their faces.

The opponent's movements were stiff, and he walked forward step by step. The "color" of his hair had completely changed, and it became a cold and pure silvery white. beauty.

Wu Ya said in a low voice: "What's going on? Could it be that the way of cursing has changed?"

"have no idea."

Acropolis shook his head blankly, showing the same unclear expression.

In between, Wen Jianyan walked to a corner of the shop, where there was a scarlet wooden bed.

The next second, he saw before his eyes that Wen Jianyan's knees were bent by some invisible force, and then he sat down stiffly in the middle of the bed.

Acropolis was taken aback: "Wait, when you were possessed by the curse, were you conscious?"

Wu Ya shook her head again, equally horrified and puzzled: "Not at all, it feels like entering a state of suspended animation. I can't hear anything, feel anything, or feel anything."

Suddenly, Mu Sen heard something, it was subtle and clear, and he almost didn't notice it if he didn't listen carefully, but it was very familiar.

"Ka...Ka."

He froze for a moment, seemed to realize something, hurriedly lowered his head, opened his waist pocket, and took out a wooden sign from it.

Thin, spider silk-like lines spread across the wooden sign, gradually cracking and making a slight "click".

Exactly the same as before.

However, seeing this exact same scene, Mu Sen was not angry this time, but only felt ecstatic!

Passively breaking the game, he only needs to sacrifice one wooden card, instead of taking the initiative to smash three wooden cards and destroy a whole deck of cards!

At the same time, as the wooden sign gradually shattered and the dead end that was deduced last time loosened, Mu Sen's inspiration finally became unobstructed again, so he also quickly deduced the current situation.

"You, she walked through several pools of blood just now, but the curse in the pool of blood did not attack her."

Mu Sen opened the mouth and said.

Wu Ya and Wei Cheng were taken aback for a moment, subconsciously following the path Wen Jianyan walked just now.

Indeed, there were several large and small pools of blood on the road the other party walked on. No matter whether she stepped over it or stepped on it, she did not receive the attack of the curse.

"understood!"

Wu Ya was startled suddenly, as if realizing something:

"Didn't you fall into a state of suspended animation when you were possessed by the curse?"

The other two nodded.

Wu Ya said slowly, "Now, she should be in exactly the same state as before. In this state, the dungeon will tell her that the medium of the curse is the corpse, not the human being."

"...Ah," Weicheng was stunned: "The curse in the pool of blood will not attack her! Because for the third wave of curse, she is already a corpse!"

"Using this state, she can even resist the mortal darkness in [Changsheng Building]... because a dead person cannot die again." Wu Ya took a breath, and said slowly with an erratic voice.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"go."

"go."

"go!!"

"What kind of card bug is this little genius!!"

"right."

Wu Ya nodded, fixedly staring at the young figure not far away, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said word by word:

"Although I don't know how she did it, she must have found a way to maintain her sanity in this state, and she is going to use this state to enter the third painting and find the source of the curse!"

"Moreover, as long as she enters the third painting, the horrific cry will also leave, and she can take the initiative."

Wu Ya's breathing was slightly rapid, and her face flushed with excitement.

In other words, the horrific death situation that almost made him feel hopeless, just like this, by a person who has lost his ability to move and has become a walking corpse, in a way that he has never imagined, just like this...

broken.

After realizing this, the two of them stared blankly at the place where Wen Jianyan disappeared, and the exact same idea of horror came to mind.

too strong.

is too strong.

Whether it is a backup prop to reverse the situation, or the thinking ability to find loopholes, or even break out of the inherent framework...

Is this the level that an ordinary anchor can achieve?