Chapter 382

The dungeon of [Prosperous Hotel], which lasted for several days, finally came to an end.

In the live broadcast hall, the result of the confrontation between the two sides has been hung high on the top.

A huge black flag floated in mid-air. Although there was no wind, it was billowing violently. Above the huge screen hanging high were the heads of the gentleman and Arnis.

Below is the scarlet lettering:

[WINNER!

The live broadcast room was full of enthusiasm, and the popularity of the live broadcast reached the peak since its inception. The popularity soared rapidly in a short period of time, and directly climbed to the highest point of the live broadcast square. Whether it was new or old, familiar or unfamiliar viewers, They all rushed inward like sharks chasing the smell of blood.

"Black has won!!"

"Great!!"

"Hahahahaha, I knew it! As expected of Anis!"

"Jiang is still old and hot. Although the other side seems to be very aggressive, but when it comes to formal fights, it has to be an old anchor."

"Hahahahaha yes, and the anchor chosen opposite seems to be Bai Xue..."

"God, that plague god? No wonder we lost."

"Even if there is no plague god, we can't win. This is Gentleman and Anis. How can we lose if we join forces!"

"I've long thought that that newcomer anchor, Chunchun, came up by sensationalism. I've been annoyed by him for a long time. This time, seeing him flipping over and being trampled under by a really capable old player, I'm really surprised." Refreshing, hee hee."

"? What are you talking about before? Have you watched the live broadcast? Do you know how your anchor won in the end?"

"That's right, if it wasn't for the dirty one at the end, how the **** would it be possible to win? Shameless?"

"What nonsense are you talking about... Is it the first time I entered the nightmare and watched the live broadcast for the first time? What's wrong with playing dirty? Isn't the competition just to see who plays dirty?"

"Laughing, no matter how you say it, your anchor will lose. Well, the countdown has begun."

The barrage was full of noise.

Those who supported Wen Jianyan fought with the audience who supported the gentleman Anis.

Some cried and shouted, hating and regretting.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Some gloated and ridiculed:

"You're still so stubborn after losing? What excuses are you making for yourself? If you're incapable, you can just get out of here, okay? If you die early, you'll be born early, don't waste the resources in the live broadcast room."

Whether it's the popularity of the live broadcast room or the rewards from both sides, they have all risen with this scolding war.

Just as they were fighting in full swing, suddenly, a barrage popped up and jumped into the audience's field of vision:

"Wait a minute... Is it my illusion? Why doesn't it seem that the live broadcast room on the red side has no intention of admitting defeat?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It means, they seem to be still in action!"

The cold countdown echoed in the copy that was about to be closed.

In the dim red corridor, Wen Jianyan ran all the way forward.

A group of people who don't know why followed closely behind, and their hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed in the narrow and dead space.

A new batch of viewers flooded into the [Integrity First] live broadcast room.

"Is the anchor crazy, what is this doing?"

"Hasn't the result been announced just now?"

"That's right... the countdown has already begun, the anchor doesn't think he can still turn the tables, right? It seems that there is something wrong with his mental state..."

"Hey, where is this going?"

Aside, Huang Mao was out of breath.

Like everyone else, he was equally bewildered, completely unaware of the current situation.

30, 29, 28...

The countdown continues.

Wen Jianyan listened but did not hear, and walked straight through the corridor.

He seemed to know his next destination very well, turning several corners skillfully and without hesitation.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan heard a familiar system voice:

"Ding, it has been detected that the host has failed this transposition challenge, and the live broadcast room is about to close. In view of your excellent live broadcast achievements, the live broadcast room specially provides you with the only possibility of resurrection"

This message did not block the audience, but rang directly in the live broadcast room of [Integrity First]. The audience was stunned for a moment, and then instantly exploded:

"Oh oh oh!"

"Ah, ah, I know it!"

"The streamer's performance has been so good since the broadcast started, and he has created so many firsts. Nightmare is so stupid that he directly shut down his live broadcast because of this failure."

"That's right, that's right! And it's not like there's no precedent before, isn't that the one in the top ten? But the conditions are terrible..."

"If you are harsh, you can be harsh, as long as you don't directly shut down the live broadcast room!"

The mechanical sound continues:

"Please re-sign the contract with the studio"

"reject."

Wen Jian said.

He didn't hesitate.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

The barrage that was refreshed quickly just now was stagnant. After a brief blank, more barrage poured out like a tide, directly covering the entire screen:

"ha?"

"ah???"

"Does the anchor know what he is talking about???"

"I'm really speechless. Does the anchor want to die? Is this impure or suicidal?"

The countdown is still going on.

19, 18, 17...

With the last few seconds left, the entire dungeon will be completely over.

16, 15

1111111444444

For some unknown reason, the sound of the electronic broadcast, which was still very stable just now, suddenly seemed to be disturbed by some existence, and suddenly got stuck, repeating monotonously and strangely.

Everyone was startled and looked up subconsciously.

"Team, Captain,"

Chen Mo's breath was confused, and he lowered his voice.

"what on earth is it?"

"Haha." Wen Jianyan chuckled twice.

His laughter seemed finally uncontrollable, from a low, light laugh, to a cheerful and high-pitched voice: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

This is

are you crazy?

Everyone was frightened by his excessively abnormal performance, and stopped involuntarily, as if wanting to stay away from him.

Wen Jianyan coughed lightly, leaning on the wall with one hand, and stopped laughing, but the curvature of the corners of his lips still did not disappear. He turned his head to look at the other red team following behind him:

"Then it's time for us to separate."

Xi Zi looked at him suspiciously, as if evaluating the other party's mental state.

"Remember, you have to leave here as quickly as possible," Wen Jianyan smiled, obviously speaking in a relaxed tone, but said terrifying words, "Otherwise, you will really die."

wait a minute... what's next?

What's next for this dungeon?

Isn't it over?

But

Thinking of the countdown to closing the dungeon that suddenly became strangely stuck just now, everything seemed to become uncertain again.

Everyone was startled, looked at each other quickly, and saw the half-believing and stunned expressions in each other's eyes.

However, before they had time to ask anything, Wen Jianyan turned around, waved to several of his own teammates, and turned into one of the corridors on the side.

Everyone's eyes fell on their captain.

Mat hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and said:

"Walk."

According to Wen Jianyan's suggestion, they ran towards the outside of the hotel according to the route they remembered.

Wen Jianyan, on the other hand, was different from them, and embarked on another path instead.

"What the **** is going on here?"

Intense confusion swelled in my heart. The yellow hair on the side couldn't help asking again.

Chen Mo looked at Wen Jianyan at the side and narrowed his eyes: "What do you know?"

"Well,"

Wen Jianyan blinked. Although her voice seemed loose and relaxed, her steps never stopped, "Where should I start?"

"First of all, you may still remember the copy we experienced before, Dreamland Amusement Park?"

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced at Yun Bilan beside her.

Yun Bilan, who hadn't spoken again since the beginning, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Remember my last conclusion?"

"That is a human processing factory made by a high-dimensional existence." Yun Bilan quickly replied.

Huang Mao, who also experienced that dungeon and participated in the next dungeon challenge with Wen Jianyan, was startled, and said, "Wait a minute, I remember, Ping An Sanatorium seems to be a similar product?"

The essence of Ping An Sanatorium is a god-making testing ground created by a high-dimensional existence, with the purpose of creating real gods.

Huangmao gasped, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned to Wen Jianyan:

"you mean?"

"That's right."

Wen Jianyan nodded, "That's what I mean."

Dreamland Amusement Park, Ping An Sanatorium, and Xingwang Hotel are all the same in essence.

It is a distorted product manufactured by the same high-dimensional existence.

A behemoth made of sticky flesh and cracked eyes.

"It distorts a person's mind and manipulates her behavior through the form of 'dream', and then makes the 'hotel' invade the human world."

"Is that the owner of the diary?" Chen Mo asked.

Wen Jianyan: "Yes."

From the messy and crazy half-words in that diary, it can be clearly seen how an ordinary human being was invaded, controlled, and distorted.

Even after she realized what she had done, she couldn't bear it and committed suicide by falling into the well, which didn't stop it from happening.

The existence that was "implanted" into her consciousness, even after she died, was still using her body and image, moving in the entire dungeon, interfering invisibly, and even controlling everything.

After hearing Wen Jianyan's affirmative answer, everyone shuddered.

Although they have always known that each copy is born from the real world and has an unknown connection with each other, but this is the first time they have clearly seen the connection and context, Realized that the behemoth hidden behind each copy...

This weird feeling of being overlooked made their stomachs start to roll reflexively.

Chen Mo frowned:

"Wait a minute, then... what does this have to do with the mutation in the copy now?"

Although Wen Jianyan's explanation just now opened up a bit of the context of the dungeon for them, to them, they still have no idea what exactly Wen Jianyan did and how it all came to be like this. No clue.

"Zizi..."

Suddenly, a strange and sticky sound came from the ear, which seemed particularly abrupt in the dead corridor.

Everyone couldn't help but their hearts jumped, and they subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The edge of the wallpaper covering the wall began to curl and wrinkle, and the monotonous and weird pattern twisted little by little, as if it was gradually melting...

Replaced by fleshy textures.

Soon, the dark red wallpaper disappeared, replaced by thick flesh and blood, muscle textures crowded each other, they were throbbing and entangled, as if they had life, it was disgusting The ground wriggled, and a huge gap was split between the flesh, and the scarlet eyes spun around in it.

Everyone was shocked, their faces turned pale, and a strong sense of creep crawled up their spines.

this... this is...

"That's right, this is what Xingwang Hotel really looks like," Wen Jianyan said quickly, "Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

He ran.

The others also reacted in a hurry, and followed Wen Jianyan to quicken their pace.

"Where is this going?" Huang Mao asked out of breath.

Why did Wen Jianyan seem to have somewhere to go from the very beginning?

"Reaching soon!"

While talking, Wen Jianyan quickly turned a corner and stopped in front of one of the doors.

He bent his knuckles and knocked rhythmically on the door.

Everyone stared at all this in bewilderment.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's gaze, the door opened from the inside, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

"You are finally here!"

A very strange anchor came out, with a little bit of dirt on his face that was completely wiped clean, staring at the wall of flesh and blood in front of him in shock, and he couldn't speak clearly, "This, this, this, what is this now? what's the situation?"

"this person"

Chen Mo stared at the badge on the opponent's chest, his pupils shrank.

Is it Black?

Why is there a black anchor hiding here... seems to be very familiar with their captain? !

minutes ago.

After obtaining the key props from the red party, the gentleman and his party quickly left the place. After all, although there is not much time until the end of the dungeon, they don't trust the red party, and they are even more worried that the other party has something hidden. What kind of backhand, so, after confirming that the key props were correct, they used the fastest speed to stay away from the red side.

But, soon...

"Ghosts are following us."

Anis' voice tensed.

"What?" The gentleman frowned and turned his head to look back.

Sure enough, the thick darkness followed like a shadow, and the faint sound of footsteps came from inside, as if they were chasing after him.

He seemed to have figured something out, and his eyes fell on the small box in his palm.

That's right, these ghosts were not chasing people, but the props in his hands, so they gave up the red square that was at their fingertips, and followed them instead.

So when they were in the banquet hall before, that female ghost in white always seemed to be targeting the red side vaguely... probably because they had key props in their hands.

Although he knew that he was in danger, the gentleman was still slightly relieved.

Of course, he has used all available means to confirm that the props Wen Jianyan gave him are real, but even so, after experiencing everything before, in a certain corner of his heart, he still can't help it. Feeling unsure.

But now, the following of these ghosts just proved that the props are real.

The gentleman glanced at Anis: "It's up to you next."

Although the props are in their hands now, it still takes some time and steps to fully activate the props. Therefore, in order to ensure that everything that follows will not be disturbed, Anis' talent is needed.

"Fine."

Anis gritted his teeth, the face behind the mask was abnormal, as pale as a corpse, rotting corpse spots appeared in the skin, and the already thin limbs seemed to have been completely drained of water at this moment, becoming Became like a mummy.

Although the talent cooldown period of a high-level streamer can be used many times in a single copy, it cannot be used indefinitely no matter what.

In fact, he had already felt his limit during the last round of service.

After all, with all the ghosts around, if they didn't do this, it might be difficult for them to successfully catch all the red anchors and bring them back to the front desk alive.

Now, Anis already felt powerless.

But this is the last time after all.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

In the darkness behind, the sound of footsteps gradually slowed down, and the speed of advancement seemed to slow down one by one.

"quick!"

Anis's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

The gentleman opened the box and took out the bead.

It lay in the palm of his hand, emitting a gloomy aura, and countless swaying shadows could be faintly seen inside, like faces that converged and disappeared.

"Where's the stuff?" the gentleman called out anxiously.

Several anchors on the side hurried forward and gave him the things they had prepared earlier.

Rusty copper pans, red candles.

The gentleman placed the bead in the center of the copper dish, left it on the ground, lit the candle and placed it beside it.

He patted Anis on the shoulder:

"Okay."

After the words fell, Arnis stopped using his talent, and the group retreated as fast as possible.

Darkness followed, and footsteps came one after another.

Soon, darkness engulfed the copper plate and the candles that emitted a cold red light beside the copper plate.

In that instant, all sound disappeared.

The darkness stopped spreading.

There was a dead silence around my ears.

Everyone held their breath subconsciously, not daring to make any sound.

Immediately after

Ding! Congratulations to the black host for completing the main task of the dungeon, and the story unlocking rate of Xingwang Hotel has reached 100%! Win this faction against Ben!

[Congratulations to the Black Fang host for successfully challenging the challenge and getting all the rewards for this live broadcast!

With the sound of the mechanical system, the darkness gradually dissipated, and a huge banquet hall slowly appeared in front of everyone. The lights were bright, and the long tables were empty.

Both Li Gui and the hotel manager behind the front desk seemed to have disappeared completely.

[The copy is closing...]

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and the tight string in their hearts seemed to relax all of a sudden.

Great...it's over.

They won!

Even Gentleman and Arnis felt an unprecedented sense of relief. They took off their masks and smiled.

look...

At the last moment, the victory still belonged to them.

In the ear, the countdown is still going on.

After the darkness receded, they caught a glimpse of Red Fang's back fleeing the banquet hall.

They couldn't help laughing.

No way? Do these people think they will do it after the dungeon is over? Although it is not impossible... But, after such a long time of dungeons, even they are not willing to spend a lot of trouble.

Next, they began to relax and wait for the countdown of the dungeon to end.

Some people even opened the live broadcast interface and started interacting with their audience. While changing tricks to get more rewards, they sneered and belittled the opposite red anchor, causing more scolding battles.

30, 29, 28...

"Okay, it's over."

The gentleman stood up, moved his stiff shoulders, and still had an eternal smile on his face: "Everyone has worked hard this time. After returning to the anchor hall, your consumption oracle for the next three days It's all covered."

"good!"

"! The oracle is magnificent!"

Everyone was naturally jubilant and beaming.

16, 15

The countdown continues, and then...

Suddenly stuck.

1111111444444

Listening to the repetitive and monotonous but strange countdown sound, all the anchors on the black side were stunned. They looked at each other with expressions of astonishment.

Wait a minute, what's going on here?

The countdown is gone.

In the empty hall, the black anchors looked at each other, seeing the same bewilderment and shock on each other's faces.

What happened? ? ?

In the live broadcast room of the black anchor, a large number of question marks were drawn across the barrage.

"I'm going, what's the matter?"

Some were at a loss, some were doubtful, and some scolded the Nightmare system for garbage.

The gentleman's face gradually darkened. He opened his live broadcast room and scanned the bullet screens on the screen quickly, as if looking for the reason.

Suddenly, one of the anchors in the distance suddenly shouted:

"Team, Captain, come and see!!"

The gentleman was taken aback and raised his head.

I saw one of their team members standing firmly in place, staring at the things on the ground with an ugly expression.

Copper plates, candles.

At that moment, an ominous premonition emerged in the gentleman's heart.

He stepped forward quickly.

Following the man's gaze, he looked down.

The ball lay in the center of the rusty copper plate, and under the light, it showed a weird... pink? ? ? ?

The gentleman's face turned blue, and he couldn't even maintain the smile just now.

He squatted down and slowly picked up the ball from the dinner plate.

It is light, cold and round, warmed by the temperature of the palm, exuding a sticky fructose smell.

It's candy.

Still strawberry.

at the same time.

"I am indeed the black anchor," Wu Sheng explained hastily, "but I am harmless, trust me!"

After all, he completely sold himself to Wen Jianyan through a contract.

But to be honest, he himself didn't know why Wen Jianyan let him hide here.

Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, Wu Sheng honestly fulfilled the other party's request. He took out a ball from his pocket:

"Here, what you asked me to hold."

A cold and eerie ball.

In an instant, everyone recognized what it was and took a sharp breath.

This... Isn't this the prop that Wen Jianyan used to replace them?

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass."

"Grass!!!"

"Damn! It's the talent of the anchor!!"

Fruit of lies.

Tell a lie, once it is successfully activated, it will unconditionally become the truth, and the time limit is one minute.

"...I just came over from the black side... the props over there have turned into sugar...

"I'm going, this talent of the anchor is actually used in this way?"

"Fuck! Although I remember that the anchor gave Wu Sheng something and asked him to hide in a room, but I don't know why, my consciousness completely didn't expect it to be this! Because it was satisfying his talent. After activating the conditions, the ball he gave can be judged as a [real item] by any existence...whether it is a dungeon, a live broadcast room, or our consciousness...they are all the same."

"Damn, I just realized, [Once activated, it will unconditionally become a fact], this judgment is too scary, it can be regarded as a weapon of causality."

"I lied to the live broadcast room, the audience, and even the dungeons... I am stupid."

"Damn! I gradually understood everything!!"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember his message to the gentlemen?

"remember."

"I was actually wondering before, why did he send that message to the other side after controlling the remaining anchors of Black's side... because you think, that message is basically a reminder, not a threat, right?"

Soon, some viewers found out the entire content of Wen Jianyan's message.

[I hope that when you see this message from me, you haven't killed any of my teammates yet.

Just a friendly reminder, your side is about to become chaotic.

"Damn, it seems to be true... If he hadn't sent this message at the beginning, it would be impossible for the black team to know that his rear was taken, so he wouldn't make a move to control the red teammate and use it to threaten the anchor. Out of props."

"!! And he also hinted, 'I hope you haven't killed any of my teammates yet'!"

"Fuck, I can see it too! He is counting on Black to repeat his tricks and kidnap his teammate!"

"but why?"

"Don't you understand the previous one? Because the anchor killed the hotel manager and let the ghost in from the outside, so if you want your teammates to return to the front desk alive, you need the ability of the black Fang Annis to control ghosts."

"But how can he be sure that his teammates will cooperate? After all, didn't he confiscate everyone's mobile phones before the banquet started?"

"Have you forgotten Snow White?"

"That's right, Snow White!"

"He can see the probability of life and death. As long as he cooperates with Black Fang, he can leave the darkness alive. However, if he resists Black Fang, he will face Black Fang and the many ghosts that are about to attack, including that terrifying woman in white... It is a fact that he must die!"

"...my god, I was literally stunned."

"And haven't you noticed? Although everything was planned by the anchor, after Black Fang appeared in front of the anchor, he still showed a hesitant attitude."

"Maybe it's for acting to win Black's trust?"

"No, don't forget the limitations of the anchor's talent!"

"Grass, one minute!"

"One minute!"

"I went back and watched the recording, and I was shocked. The anchor did agree to Black's condition only a minute before the end of the banquet."

"Because his talent lasts for only one minute, it is necessary to ensure that the black side finishes using the item within this minute, otherwise, it will turn back into a sugar ball, so the anchor must delay the time until the banquet is over. Hand it in at the end of one minute."

"I'm stupid."

"Me too."

"Damn, is this an exhaustive strategy..."

This guy... not only anticipated every possible link, but also pre-set and deduced the actions that everyone would take through precise control of each person's personality. Next, exert influence silently, and finally let things move forward in the way you want

It's like a puppeteer hiding behind the scenes, a trader who controls everything.

The ability to control people's hearts is simply terrifying!

"It's no wonder that the countdown of Nightmare is stuck... It's equivalent to the anchor man-made a BUG, which was forced into the hinge. The dungeon has already recognized it as a key item and was about to close it, but it turned out to be a fake... This he Damn it's no wonder it doesn't collapse!"

"I finally understand why the anchor laughed so arrogantly just now... He has fooled everyone who can be fooled! I really have nothing to say, do it!"

When the bullet screen in the live broadcast room replayed all the actions Wen Jianyan had done before, outside the live broadcast room, after a short period of stupefaction, the anchors of the red party finally reacted.

They stared at the familiar props, and they all lifted their spirits.

Although they haven't fully figured out how Wen Jianyan did it, and how to achieve this scene, they are very clear about one thing...

Sure win! !

"give it to me."

Wen Jianyan stretched out his hand.

Wu Sheng obediently handed the props to him.

"Great," Chen Mo's voice was extraordinarily high-pitched due to nervousness and excitement, "Then we just need to activate the props and we'll be done!"

"Hurry up, let's go back to the banquet hall now!"

"But be careful, the other side must have expected this, so they will definitely ambush us in the banquet hall"

"Crack."

A very light, very crisp sound sounded.

Chen Mo's voice was easily stuck in his throat.

With a blank face, he stared dumbfoundedly at Wen Jianyan, who was close at hand, and his hands.

Young hands are beautiful.

The skin is fair, and the fingers are slender. When using force, there will be obvious protrusions of meridians, like rolling blue mountains, rising gracefully from the bottom of the skin.

At this moment, the other party is maintaining such a posture.

Wen Jianyan let go of his hand, and countless debris fell from his palm, like specks of white dust, disappearing into the air.

A burst of mist came out of it.

From time to time, it condenses into the faces of humans, especially children, and explodes from the crushed sphere. It is diluted by the air in an instant, becomes thinner, and drifts away in all directions.

There was no sound in the corridor.

Everyone maintained the same expression, staring at the scene in front of them stupidly.

Um?

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"ha????"

Wen Jianyan clapped his palms, lightly brushed the crumbs out of his palms, then turned his head to look at the crowd: "Let's go, we should leave this hotel."

As if belatedly aware, the ground of Xingwang Hotel began to vibrate violently, and the few remaining walls were still peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all being replaced by flesh and blood quickly.

[The dungeon reported an error!

[The dungeon reported an error!

[The dungeon reported an error!

The sharp system voice with exactly the same tone echoed in everyone's ears.

Countless strange figures began to appear and wander inside the hotel.

They were originally recognized by [rules] to disappear, but as the rules were broken, everything returned to the original point, and then began to reappear.

Wen Jianyan ran wildly all the way.

Behind him, everyone stepped forward with their legs in a trance, subconsciously moving forward, but their brains were still blank.

What the **** is this... all this?

They didn't understand.

Wen Jianyan ran at the forefront, and the slightly scarlet light fell on his overly fair side face, reflecting a faint red light in his eyes.

His expression appeared extremely calm.

That's right.

This is the decision he made immediately after seeing the hotel's true form and connecting all the chains together.

First of all, this dungeon is a prison, and the ghosts wandering in it are jailers.

This is true.

It is not only the conclusion drawn by Hugo after deep digging of the copy, but also the common conclusion reached by the black team and even the red team through exploration.

Who is being imprisoned?

witch candle.

...is it a witch candle?

But the question is, who instilled this view?

If you ask yourself this question at this moment, then Wen Jianyan will be shocked...and realize a terrifying answer.

It's a copy, it's a nightmare.

It's the woman in white who always guides them...

In other words, it was the "thing" that occupied the body of the woman in white.

From the very beginning, this dungeon was created for Wen Jianyan. Even now, Wen Jianyan has never doubted this. Since entering this dungeon, all the information and clues have directly led him to the answer. It can even be said that he is the default winner.

Why?

First, of course, because Nightmare needs him to open the Little Garden.

The so-called Hakoniwa, if roughly compared, can actually be called a "save point".

Although it happened in the past, as long as the right people read the file, it is possible to change everything...even the timeline.

But the question is, is it really that easy?

impossible.

First of all, the nightmare cannot exert much influence in it. Secondly, according to the results, reality itself has the ability to automatically move closer to the original timeline, that is to say, the ability to automatically repairit is like bending a chopstick. If it is not folded enough, it will spring back automatically.

There are so many theories about time travel, but none of them can really successfully affect the past and change the future.

In other words, even if Wen Jianyan enters it, there is a great possibility that the timeline will continue as it was originally.

It's impossible for Nightmare not to know this, but still let it happen.

Of course, part of the reason for this is that it cannot be changed, but...under the surface, there is still another reason hidden deep.

When Wen Jianyan is led down the well by the portrait of the woman in white and enters the Little Garden, he will [witness] one thing.

That is, Hugo went to the depths of the street, took key props, and liberated the prison.

The prison was liberated and Wu Zhu appeared.

Then, a logical chain closed loop is formed.

[Prosperous Hotel] The dungeon prison is imprisoning the soul of Wu Zhu, just like any other dungeon.

This is simply the most logical conclusion that can be drawn.

Even for a long period of time, Wen Jianyan himself did not question this - after all, this is common sense, isn't it?

Especially after he has gone through so many dungeons, he no longer has any doubts about this.

However, as more information emerged, Wen Jianyan gradually realized something was wrong.

The diary of the woman in white, the true appearance of the Xingwang Hotel, and the huge monster hidden behind it... everything forms a dense and woven giant net.

The moment Wen Jianyan saw the real face of the hotel with his own eyes, all doubts were immediately revealed.

Due to the previous experience in [Changsheng Building] and seeing so many similar signs in Xingwang Hotel, Wen Jianyan would preconceive that the essence of [Xingwang Hotel] is also the same, created by human beings, in order to protect A building made for the surface world.

But in reality, the opposite is true.

[Xingwang Hotel] is a completely different existence.

It is a poor forgery created by an alien, using the same rules and mechanisms.

Its red light was dim, and it used lanterns instead of oil lamps. There was no lamp oil, and even the candles lit in the banquet hall were not the "red candles" that Wen Jianyan was familiar with.

It invaded the real world from the dream of a poor woman whose consciousness was controlled, and it wasn't something that actually existed long ago.

And its purpose is to attract the [ghosts] wandering in the town, that is, jailers, into the hotel and send them all away.

What really has the same origin as Changsheng Building is not the seemingly magnificent hotel, but the road that extends into the unknown.

Whether it is the setting of "as long as you step on the road, it is safe" or "the door that only humans can push open", they are all in line with the [protection] essence of Changsheng Building.

It is obviously to ensure that only humans can go back and forth on this road, and those corpses buried in the tombs cannot leave the barren, dark and dead place.

The town is built at the end of the road.

Perhaps, it exists to hide the location of this road.

After falling into that land of death, Wen Jianyan found a way to [go back].

The first is to activate props.

The second way is to pass through one of the empty tombs.

Wen Jianyan chose the second method, and as a [ghost], he followed countless ghosts to the end of the 'road' and saw the real Xingwang Hotel.

The Xingwang Hotel is made of huge piles of flesh and blood, with one and only one hole below it.

It was exactly the same as the hole that Wen Jianyan had seen in the Ouroboros.

This also means that what is connected by that dark hole where you can't see what is behind it is actually this road and the "thing" at the end of this road.

A terrifying world infested with ghosts.

And it is separated by some invisible presence.

The group of ghosts stood outside the entrance of the cave without taking a step forward.

And after Wen Jianyan stepped through the hole, they didn't keep upobviously, some kind of rule controlled them, keeping them firmly in place and unable to enter the real world.

After Wen Jianyan learned the answers to these questions, every loophole in the logical chain could be perfectly filled, and he could finally see the whole picture of the dungeon clearly.

This place is indeed a prison, but those who are imprisoned in the prison are actually those countless terrifying ghosts.

The attributes of those jailers are similar to those of the red-clothed female corpse in the [Prosperity Building] dungeon, and the purpose is to prevent them from leaving their changed places.

The real purpose of the "Woman in White" is to hold a sacrifice, let these ghosts guarding the [road] leave, let those ghosts be sent away by the rules they have always followed during their lifetime, and let the endless ghosts enter the human world.

It's a pity that before all this was achieved, the real human host realized it.

She resolutely decided to commit suicide.

Jump down the well with that most important item.

Then, the copy takes shape.

The Nightmare Live Studio sent batch after batch of anchors, asking them to send ghosts one after another to the hotel. Although the dungeons were reset, the ghosts themselves would not be reset.

That is to say, with the passage of time, as the ghost is gradually sent away, sooner or later it will achieve its wish.

With Hugo, though, the balance is officially tipped.

Hakoba was born.

Prosperity instances are completely closed and cannot be opened again.

until now.

[Prosperous Hotel] From the very beginning, it was a dungeon targeting him.

A double set with sinister intentions.

It is a "gift" carefully wrapped with ribbons, specially designed for Wen Jianyan, just for him.

Even if Wen Jianyan successfully bypassed the Little Garden and prevented the restart of the timeline, it doesn't matter. Through this Little Garden, Nightmare has successfully implanted the idea it wanted to implant into Wen Jianyan's mind, and patiently, one step at a time. lead him to the end

Let him get the props and activate the props at the banquet.

Everything went very smoothly, but there was one thing that the "woman in white" didn't expect.

That is, Wen Jianyan made a treaty with Black Fang, and the props could not be activated until the last three minutes of the dungeon.

Therefore, the "Woman in White" will enter the banquet.

It's putting pressure on.

The more terrifying the banquet and the higher the difficulty, the harder it is for the anchor to survive to the end. Once the crisis accumulates to the point where it cannot be contained, then he will have to use props to end the instance with a platinum achievement.

Win more.

As long as this item is used, Wen Jianyan will be able to get the platinum achievement, end the instance, win the seat of No. 008, and officially join the secret council.

Gentleman and Anis got a spare life.

And the Xingwang Hotel dungeon also completed its mission, releasing more ghosts and horrors.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

This is what he hates the most, the feeling of being manipulated.

He hates being a marionette.

Especially when it is used as a prop...

He tightened his fingers.

The hard nails sank into the palm, and there seemed to be a slight touch left on the skin.

That's the feeling you get when you crush an item and the shards sting your skin.

Ah, such luscious pain.

Awesome.

In the intertwined light and shadow, Wen Jianyan smiled silently.

He is so happy now.

Intense, almost pounding pleasure throbs inside every cell.

Ha ha.

hahahahahahahaha.

If it weren't for the fact that he was running wildly now, he might have laughed happily again.

Shining red light fell on his face, and the blood-smelling wind swept over his hair, exposing his smooth forehead, the gentle facial features released strong aggression, and the depths of the light-colored eyes danced like a child. innocence and evil.

ah

Is there anything better than breaking the shackles, shattering the plan of an existence that originally thought it was superior and sure to win, and being dumbfounded?

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room.

Chaotic emotions rushed, and no one in the audience knew exactly what happened.

They argued fiercely, argued, and argued, as if going on endlessly.

Is such that.

No no no, it must be like this.

Is the anchor crazy? Did he have other plans? Why did he mess up everyone's brains? ?

The live broadcast room was in chaos, countless opinions and curses were mingled crazily, and they could hardly see what they were sending out.

until

At a certain moment, Wen Jianyan's figure appeared on the screen.

Under the influence of some unknown energy, the barrage was quiet for a moment.

"He's so pretty."

Some viewers sighed.

Wen Jianyan laughed and ran.

He's like some kind of wild and joyous, incapable, indefinable being.

Deceive the whole world, get the whole world, and leave the whole world behind.

Unrestrained and unpredictable.

Like a strong wind or a sea wave, he sweeps, impacts, and destroys all the bewildered, angry, and depressed people, tearing them into pieces, and forcing them to be wrapped up in the terrifying energy of their own freedom and fanaticism.

[The dungeon reported an error!

[The dungeon reported an error!

The mechanical sound echoed in the ears, suddenly several times stronger than before, almost like a scream, echoing sharply in everyone's ears.

Wen Jianyan blinked her eyes, her steps stopped suddenly, and the smile on her lips faded away.

At that moment, something flashed through his mind.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head and glanced at her palms.

Maybe it's the pain left from crushing the ball just now, or maybe it's from the touch that came from a long time ago, maybe it's been forgotten by him... Someone is writing a stroke of a finger on his palm. Character:

No.

Witch Candle?

So, what is his identity in this?

In the chaos, Wen Jianyan had no time to figure it out.

While he was in a daze, a group of people had already rushed to the end of the hotel.

Ahead, the gate of flesh and blood is squirming, and there is a bright light outside.

[The dungeon reported an error!

[The dungeon is being forcibly closed!