Chapter one hundred and forty

In a dark mourning hall.

The scarlet coffin was tightly closed, and it was placed alone in the center of the hall. The body of the bride who was standing upright beside the coffin had long since disappeared.

The huge mourning hall is empty, the scarlet of happy events, and the bleakness of funerals create an extremely strange space.

The air was dead, like a tomb where no one survived.

suddenly

"Crunch"

The ear-piercing sound of wooden boards rubbing against each other resounded in the mourning hall, breaking the dead silence.

In the darkness, the scarlet and cold coffin cover moved slowly, pushing away little by little from inside.

Finally, the heavy plank fell to the ground with a bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With a pale face, Wen Jianyan stumbled out of the coffin, her legs were still limp, and she was supported by her arms so that she didn't fall directly to the ground when she climbed out.

"vomit-"

He supported the coffin board with slightly trembling palms, bent down, and retched heart-piercingly.

In Wen Jianyan's palm on the edge of the coffin, there was a red handkerchief tightly clutched.

His fingers were convulsed and turned white from too much force, and the orangutan blood dripped from the wrinkled corners of the handkerchief, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

Close call.

This is the only adjective Wen Jianyan can think of.

If he hadn't used the scale in his hand to lift off the corpse's hijab at the last moment, otherwise, Wen Jianyan had no doubts, he would definitely have lost his life and become a dead soul sealed in the coffin, and be with this corpse forever.

horrible.

Even just thinking about it, Wen Jianyan felt a chill hit his heart, making his hair stand on end.

Even now, his nostrils still seem to be lingering with the stench of rot and blood in the airtight coffin, and it seems that the slightly shaking red Xipa can still appear in front of his eyes.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan obviously got better just now, and his stomach immediately turned upside down again.

With a pale face, he resisted the impulse abruptly, and slowly straightened up.

After a short, tense silence, the [Integrity First] live broadcast room came alive for the last time:

"Grass..."

"I'm going, I can finally breathe..."

"Just now I was so angry that I didn't dare to breathe. I forgot to post the barrage. It feels like the anchor will disappear in the next second."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ofuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"In the end, it was really... just a little bit! If the host hadn't "touched" the scale, otherwise, he would really have been a ghost couple with that corpse in the coffin."

"really!"

"Wuuuu, it feels really good to breathe smoothly. I was so scared that my heart stopped beating just now. It's too exciting. The old man can't bear it now."

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and subconsciously looked into the coffin in front of him.

Inside the coffin that lost its cover, lies a corpse that has lost its vitality. It is wearing a wedding dress, lying motionless in the coffin, a pair of pale hands with corpse spots folded on its abdomen, nails The scarlet Kodan was particularly dazzling.

The red hijab on the head of the bride's corpse has disappeared, revealing a blank face without facial features.

It was obviously still a person, but after losing the red hijab, it fell into complete silence, as if it were a real dead body, and the degree of frightening horror was greatly reduced.

The corpse in the painting is more like the red hijab in his hand, endowed with a more terrifying quality, so it brings such a strong sense of oppression, and once the props are taken away, it will naturally return to its original state. So as to match the difficulty of the painting in the building.

This is completely different from Lou's extremely terrifying corpse released from the mirror world. On the contrary, it is more similar to the male corpse in Lou's painting, and the child's corpse in another painting.

Wen Jianyan took a breath and wiped the corner of her lower lip with the back of her hand.

In any case, the curse in the painting was resolved in this way.

Even if he obtained a certain period of safety with the help of the curse in the painting, and would not attack in the early stage of entering the painting, it was difficult for him to crack it. Wen Jianyan can hardly imagine that a team of normal anchors entered here , how dangerous the situation will be.

I'm afraid it will really be destroyed.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and glanced at the dead body of the child in his arms.

Losing the suppression of the curse on the bride's corpse, its restrictions on itself began to become stronger again. With the gradually increasing howling, the cold feeling began to spread from the contact place, and the corpse spots also began to spread.

In any case, I did have a certain amount of luck on my side.

If it wasn't for the curse in the painting, otherwise, he might be directly swallowed by darkness in the process.

But this does not mean that the crisis has not been resolved.

Wen Jianyan didn't dare to stay here for too long, but just quickened his pace and walked quickly towards the room on the west side.

But, just as he stepped over the threshold of the North House

In the next second, Wen Jianyan's arms lightened suddenly.

His heart skipped a beat, he lowered his head abruptly, and looked into his arms. The body of the baby who was still howling just now disappeared without warning, and a death-like silence fell into his ears instantly.

Losing the isolation of crying, immediately, the surrounding darkness suddenly overwhelmed, and countless cold whispers invaded the senses, as if he immediately realized the existence of this "human being".

Wen Jianyan: "..."

In short, what is it that you are afraid of? ! !

And, inside the store.

It was supposed to be the most dangerous place in the entire building, but it seemed extraordinarily quiet and harmonious at this moment.

Ever since the cursed Wen Jianyan entered the painting, the fatal crying sound that restricted the anchor near the counter disappeared. Avoid danger.

Even though Wen Jianyan's departure gave them a lot of breathing room, as time went by, the blood drops fell faster and denser, and the safe zone in the store was quickly divided and swallowed.

The pools of blood on the ground were gradually connected into pieces, and there were faintly visible corpses in red clothes standing still inside. As the danger level increased, their activity area became narrower and it became more and more difficult to avoid them.

Just when people gradually began to be unbearable...

Without warning, in the store, the blood on the ceiling suddenly stopped flowing, and the pool of blood on the ground dissipated as if waking up from a dream, leaving only a strong smell of blood in the room.

The people who stayed in the shop were startled, as if they didn't expect this scene to happen, they all looked at each other and saw the complete surprise in each other's eyes.

The blood disappeared, which meant that the curse in the painting stopped spreading.

...success? !

Carrying the curse in the painting, the crazy act of entering the painting to obtain the cursed thing at the source, was it really successful?

Wu Ya and Wei Cheng stared blankly at the position where Shao disappeared, revealing expressions that were half in trance, half in disbelief.

It always feels that everything that just happened is completely beyond their imagination, but, thinking about it carefully... it seems to be completely expected.

Lin Sen was startled, subconsciously lowered his head, and looked into his palm.

On the wooden sign, fine, spider-web-like cracks had already spread all over without knowing it, and under his gaze, there was a soft "click".

next second...

The wooden sign was shattered into powder like this, and fell lightly from between his fingers.

Dead end broke.

Second-rate.

Weicheng took a breath, collected himself, and turned to look at Wu Ya: "Hey, have you just sent a message to the captain?"

Wu Ya nodded: "Of course."

Just now, after Wen Jianyan entered the painting, Wu Ya reacted quickly and sent a message to Ju Tang who entered the painting, asking her not to obtain the source of the curse in the painting, otherwise everyone would have to After playing, although I don't know if there will be a crisis in the picture that makes Jutang unable to watch the information in the team, but I still have to try.

Mu Sen raised his head, looked at the place where Wen Jianyan disappeared, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

What happened now has made him clearly realize that the last time he broke the deadlock, it was definitely related to the other party.

Although Mu Sen put an insect egg on the opponent's body, in theory, as long as he did it, he could take his life, but for some reason, he felt faintly guilty.

After all, a person who can change his fate against the sky, and even break a deadlock for the first time... Whether it is an opponent or a prey, it is really too terrifying for him.

At this point, it is really hard for Mu Sen to confidently say that he will definitely be able to kill the other party.

So, instead of waiting for that guy to leave the painting and confront him head-on, why not...

Kill dangerous seedlings in their cradles.

Mu Sen put his hands behind his back, and silently turned on the phone screen.

The people raised their heads and looked into the depths of the shop in unison. Their eyes fell on the scarlet furniture that seemed empty but were actually closely connected to another world, and subconsciously held their breath.

In the life-and-death crisis of the painting, will Jutang have a chance to read the news in the team? If so... How many more did you see?

Who will come?

If it is the prophet who entered the most dangerous area alone, it means that after completing such an incredible feat, he really miraculously escaped. The ones inside are their captain and teammates...

Before leaving the painting, the curse in the painting disappeared, losing the protection of the curse, and in the darkness, everyone must die.

Although everyone had their own thoughts, they couldn't help becoming nervous together.

In the dim shop, the oil lamp burned peacefully, emitting a faint light, and every minute passed.

Suddenly, in the depths of the store, a new figure suddenly appeared!

A total of people, one tall and one short, suddenly appeared in front of the low bedit was Jutang who brought his two teammates from the painting to the shop.

It looks like it came out.

The crazy gambler lost to Jianhe Luck in the end. Although he solved the curse in the painting, he died in the end.

actually...

Will it end like this?

Wei Cheng and Wu Ya's faces were stunned.

Although the contact time between each other was very short, and they hardly even said a few words, but just being together in the building and under the crisis for a short time, they have been able to faintly see the other side's seemingly delicate appearance. Underneath, there is a stronger and more amazing side hidden deep.

Whether it is the level of understanding of the dungeon rules, the toughness in dealing with the crisis, the terribly keen intuition, and the almost crazy courage, they are not like ordinary people.

as well as...

Even if they really realized that the other party had died, they couldn't help being taken aback, as if they subconsciously felt that this was impossible to happen.

And Mu Sen breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly put his mobile phone into his pocket.

fine.

Fortunately, it is dead.

That guy broke the curse of the painting and stayed in the painting forever. Not only did he relieve their crisis, but he also saved himself the effort of doing it himself.

In any case, now that the crisis is over and the person is dead, he can complete the task without hindrance and find the real prophet.

It's not just a win-win, it's simply a win.

In the darkness, Tangerine Man stepped forward.

Ju Tang looked around, noticed the different expressions of everyone, and frowned slightly:

"What happened? Why do you all have this expression?"

She noticed the missing person, and she frowned even tighter: "Where is that person?"

Weicheng regained his composure, and briefly recounted what happened in the shop just now, but before he finished speaking, Ju Tang interrupted unceremoniously:

"Wait, what the **** are you talking about?"

Wei Cheng was startled: "What?"

Tangerine said impatiently:

"Of course I know what happened. Didn't you guys send me a message just now?"

"Ah?" Now, Wu Ya was also stunned, "Wait, didn't you just solve the crisis in the secondary painting without seeing the news?"

"of course not."

Ju Tang snorted lightly, and tilted his head, "I saw the news, didn't I just wait for you? I waited for you to say that the danger is over before I went to get the key item."

Wei Cheng and Wu Ya were stunned, they looked at each other, and saw the complete astonishment in each other's eyes.

What?

None of them

The next second, they seemed to realize something, their pupils shrank suddenly, and they turned their heads to look at Mu Sen:

"Wait, it's you..."

"That's right, it's me."

Under the eyes of everyone, Mu Sen admitted without hesitation.

The man with a thin and long face stood not far away, his already terrible face looked haggard under the oil lamp, and there was a gloomy look in his gray eyes:

"Don't you forget? This guy is an enemy. Didn't we save a lot of energy by doing this?"

"Isn't this knot nice?"

Mu Sen showed a secret and happy smile: "...everyone is happy."

"Ring ring ring!"

The familiar phone rings.

Just connect the phone, and the way to the fourth floor will appear.

Ju Tang stared at Mu Sen, and then walked forward unhurriedly. She didn't say anything harsh this time, and she didn't show any expression with killing intent, and she even looked extraordinarily calm.

"Captain, you need to know," Mu Sen said, "Mine is also the task of our team..."

Ju Tang stood still in front of Mu Sen.

She raised her head and stared at him expressionlessly, the dim light of the oil lamp reflected in her dark eyes.

However, inexplicably, that petite figure released a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Sweat dripped from Mu Sen's forehead, "Don't forget, no matter what, I am also a person of the oracle, our cooperation"

"The cooperation is over."

Tangerine said lightly.

"Varied-?"

Musen's pupils constricted.

"Don't worry, since the contract is signed, I won't play tricks, and I won't do anything to you."

Tangerine shrugged and said.

However, before Mu Sen breathed a sigh of relief, he only heard the other party continue to say in a cold tone:

"But, I really hate **** who stab people in the back."

"I hope you are lucky enough that you won't encounter me in future copies."

The child tilted his head with a grin, and said in a joking tone:

"Next time we meet, I will kill you."