Chapter 455

Shrouded in darkness, the mason stood among the gray-brown graves, his waxy face became paler and more gloomy, his lips parted slightly to both sides, revealing a chilling smile.

I don't know if it was because of the light, but his eyeballs were slightly, strangely red.

Wen Jianyan looked over the mason's shoulder and said nothing.

One, two, three.

A figure walked out from behind the mason and slowly appeared in this empty wasteland.

Wen Jianyan recognized that these were teammates who had gathered with the mason before getting into the car.

Their faces were very strange, but Wen Jianyan was very familiar with the cold and malicious eyes on their bodies.

Obviously, as Mason's teammates, they are also by no means kind.

Wen Jianyan's back tensed quietly.

If Mason was the only one, he might still be able to resist, but if he entered a one-to-many situation, as a mental player who was not good at dealing with direct conflicts, Wen Jianyan didn't think he had much chance of winning.

The mason stepped forward with a smile, his gaze fell on Wen Jianyan's body like a sticky snake, walking on his skin.

"Why, don't you remember me?"

he asked pretending to be kind.

"You are really a nobleman who forgets things."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Tangerine Candy is right, this guy's eyes are really disgusting.

"Of course not." His face remained expressionless, but his brain was functioning as if sparks were about to splash out, "Are you kidding me?"

Wen Jianyan had the same hypocritical smile on his face:

"Didn't you greet us when you first entered the dungeon?"

His language and attitude are so polite that there is no mistake, but anyone with a little brain can hear that he is insinuating that the other party retreated without a fight after seeing Hugo.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"...It's grass."

"Ahhh! My eyes really went dark, big brother, can you pay attention to the occasion, you are still talking so viciously at this time, do you really want to live?"

Sure enough, after Wen Jianyan finished speaking, the smile on the mason's face turned cold for a moment.

Wen Jianyan's gaze was fixed on the other person's face. After noticing the slight change in the other person's expression, his heart sank involuntarily.

...This time it is really true.

The reason why he deliberately provoked just now was for this purpose.

And now, Wen Jianyan has finally confirmed that the other party did not use any deceptive props or any indirect means to locate his position, but really crossed the film created by the dungeon rules. You can "see" yourself, and you can even hear and respond to what he says in real time.

This sucks.

Unknowingly, Wen Jianyan's palms were covered with cold sweat.

He really didn't expect that someone could really ignore the rules in the SS-level copy and "see" himself that shouldn't be seen.

Sure enough, anyone who can climb to the top ten in Nightmare is not a character that is easy to dismiss, and it cannot be underestimated.

Shake people now, call Orange Candy, are they coming for reinforcements?

Not impossible, but almost useless.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the people behind the mason, and his heart sank slowly.

He and his teammates are too scattered, not to mention whether the other party can receive his message immediately, even if he can receive it, it is a question of whether he can come immediately - there is a powerful and terrifying spiritual force here, It's easy to get lost even if you know the way to come, let alone Orange Candy and the others don't even know his exact location.

By the time they found Tangerine Candy, his body was probably cold.

Although the mason was still standing there and hadn't acted yet, his teammates obviously didn't have that much patience. They began to move forward step by step, encircling from multiple directions.

Wen Jianyan's muscles tensed up, and he took a step back subconsciously.

The circle of encirclement seems to be tightening step by step.

The mason's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan. He watched Wen Jianyan's attempt to retreat, and said with a smile:

"Why are you running?"

"Stay and play with us."

Wen Jianyan didn't answer, he didn't even pay attention to the mason.

The brain is running fast, thinking about the next move.

escape?

Unfortunately, the answer is no.

These people have already been veteran anchors who have experienced many battles, and they are waiting for work at leisure. It is estimated that they have already guarded against his counterattack and escaped. There is no possibility.

but

Wen Jianyan's gaze stayed on the group of people, as if he suddenly noticed something.

Wait a minute, these people don't seem to be able to see him.

Although their eyes were looking in this direction, unlike the masons, their sights did not fall on themselves very specifically, but more like they were suspended in the air. More importantly, these people scattered a little It's too wide, if they can be 100% sure of their current position, there is no need to create such a large encirclement, and then gradually shrink it from the outside.

unless

Only the mason himself can locate him, but no one else.

It would also be more in line with common sense.

It is outrageous for the rules of the SS-level dungeon to be broken by one person. If the entire team can turn a blind eye to it, it would be too cheap.

While Wen Jianyan was brainstorming, not far away, the voice of the mason came again:

"You're right, I'm the only one who can see you."

Wen Jianyan was startled, turned her head subconsciously, and her eyes fell on the other party again.

In the dark cemetery, the mason's already pale face looked like melting wax, and his cold and poisonous eyes were locked on Wen Jianyan's body, the greed and covetousness in it was undoubtedly revealed.

"So, you see, it's not that you have no chance of winning at all, you can struggle as much as you want."

The smile on the mason's face grew wider, but Wen Jianyan felt a chill down his spine, from head to toe.

"Struggle, honey."

His sticky eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's body, swimming slowly, as if licking every inch of his skin.

The mason showed a trembling expression, his voice became high-pitched and unsteady, which made the hair stand on end:

"The more you struggle, the more beautiful you are."

"The prettier I am, the more excited I am."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Dude please, be normal, I'm scared.

Every time I think this guy is perverted enough, but the next second, the other party can always prove that he can go further in the perverted field.

However, now is not the time to be distracted.

Wen Jianyan's gaze was quickly attracted by the approaching enemies.

one, two, three...

Including the masons, there are a total of five people.

Want to try it?

These four people really couldn't locate him, but only knew his exact location under the guidance of the mason. In this case, it is true that he has no chance of winning.

But in just a few seconds, Wen Jianyan had already outlined at least three escape routes in his mind.

but

Wen Jianyan looked at the mason again.

Every escape route will inevitably pass by the other side in the end.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill creeping up from behind, and shivered uncontrollably.

Even without the presence of other people, he wouldn't dare to face an old top ten face-to-face. What's more, this time the opponent still has a whole team. Even if the team can't determine his position for the time being, Wen Jianyan didn't think that these people would stand by and watch him and his captain one-on-one.

All of a sudden, Wen Jianyan was caught in a dilemma.

As time passed, the encirclement became smaller and smaller, and Wen Jianyan was forced to retreat step by step.

The most front anchor was only three meters away from him.

A decision must be made now.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth secretly.

He took another slow step back.

The cold soil under his feet was soft and damp, emitting a supernatural cold aura, as if he stepped on something, Wen Jianyan's feet suddenly tilted.

He glanced down quickly.

In the yellow-brown soil lay a livid-purple palm that belonged to a dead body.

Seen at night, this can cause respiratory arrest almost immediately.

Even though Wen Jianyan was prepared, he was still in a cold sweat and almost screamed out of fright.

-Wait a moment.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Wen Jianyan thought of something, and flashed across the dark sky like lightning, he was slightly startled, his eyes widened.

ah.

The reunion between Mason and Wen Jianyan was really unexpected. The [Integrity First] live broadcast room is already in chaos. No one would have guessed that Mason has the ability to circumvent the dungeon rules. Wen Jianyan fell behind.

The loyal audience panicked, fearing that Wen Jianyan would overturn. Some viewers who hated Wen Jianyan's live broadcast style gloated, saying that they had been waiting for this day for a long time.

And more fun people are also pouring into the live broadcast room.

They were looking forward to Wen Jianyan's reaction, and what might happen after Wen Jianyan was captured.

Under the proof of Wen Jianyan's strength and personal ability, the words that were suppressed to the point of no longer resurfaced again.

They are eager to watch the anchors kill each other, let them see some exciting drama.

After all, just like the mason said, Wen Jianyan was too "beautiful".

This is not only from his good-looking face, but also from a more destructive and aggressive thing, strong, free, but fragile.

This kind of person will always be held with greedy evil thoughts.

At this moment, on the big screen in the live broadcast room, that high-profile, overly good-looking face lifted up.

Pale skin, pale eyes, thin, slightly raised lips.

The young man looked at the mason not far away.

impartial.

He and the mason looked at each other through a regular "membrane".

Their eyes only met for a second.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan raised her hand, her slender, pale fingers were very nimble, and the moment they passed over the neckline, it seemed as if they were just lightly stroking away a speck of dust.

However, the moment he withdrew his hand, there was a silver, shiny thing on the soft fabric of the lower skirt.

That's a badge.

The surface of the emblem is rugged, and an ugly, blurred head protrudes slightly, as if wriggling.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"ah?"

"ah???"

"What is the anchor wearing the badge for? Does he really want to die?"

"The reason why he still has a chance of winning now is because the anchors who follow the mason don't know where he is, okay, now that he wears the badge, it's not just a matter of being completely exposed. In this way, he's everything I can't use my props and talents anymore!! He doesn't have more badges to control more monsters, and it's one-to-many, it's not pure courting death!

"If you want me to say, well done, doesn't this save time? Hurry up, I want to watch the paid content later!"

The second Wen Jianyan put on the badge, the film separating them disappeared.

At that moment, the figure of the young man appeared among the barren graves without any concealment.

Although he was wearing a monster's skin, even so, he could still vaguely recognize his tall and straight figure, which looked particularly abrupt in a cold and terrifying graveyard, like a torn shadow, deeply scratched engraved in the darkness.

The masons couldn't see it, but the audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see

Wen Jianyan looked at the mason and suddenly smiled slightly.

Thin and shallow lips open and close, touch up and down, and make mouth shapes:

"Bye-Bye."

"No!" The mason seemed to have suddenly realized something, he took a step forward and shouted angrily, "Stop him, hurry up!"

Before the others could react, the monster-looking young man suddenly took a step back.

I don't know what he did, but in the next second, a dark crack opened on the ground that was originally flat, and he stepped back lightly againunder everyone's gaze, accompanied by the mason's angry cry With a sound, the young man's figure fell downwards, was swallowed by the crack, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

[Integrity First] There was a dead silence in the live broadcast room.

"Wait a minute, what?"

"...Grass! This grave is so **** dark, only ghosts can possibly not be affected, but anyone who can't get close to it, even if it touches it, it will cause itself to be eroded, no matter how good the mason is, there is no way to get along with it This thing is a counterweight!"

"Damn... I really found a way for him to escape without a face-to-face confrontation. I was speechless."

"My evaluation is: don't be happy so early."

Wen Jianyan had already fallen deeply into the soil.

This feeling is very strange.

Probably because of the badge on his chest, Wen Jianyan entered a very weird state.

It seemed that there was a thick layer of wax covering him from head to toe, forming a thick shell that firmly separated him from the dirt outside.

Because of this, the soil layer around him didn't hinder him too much. The wax film isolated him from the outside world, giving him the illusion of floating in very viscous, almost gelatinous water .

Wen Jianyan knew clearly that at this moment, he was closer to a ghost than to a human being.

For the first time, he also felt the horror of the graveyard around him.

Even with the protection of the badge, the extremely dangerous and cold ghostly air continued to invade inwards, robbing his body temperature, breathing, and vitality through the thick wax film.

Even though it was only a few seconds into the grave, Wen Jianyan already felt an irresistible drowsiness, pulling his consciousness, as if forcing him to fall into a deep sleep from which he could not wake up.

He was shocked, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.

Wen Jianyan forced herself to wake up and raised her eyes.

The grave soil covering his head was very thin, less than half a foot thick, and through the soft soil layer, the swaying light and shadow above could still be seen.

You know, he hasn't gone too far.

From the looks of it, even with the badge on, he couldn't stay here for long.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan heard footsteps coming from above, and then, with the rustling sound, the soil exuding a cold atmosphere began to be dug up little by little.

It seemed that the Masons and the others were not prepared to give up such a good opportunity.

After all, if he ran away this time, it would be very difficult to place another order.

Wen Jianyan was not surprised by this.

As the soil above his head was moved away little by little, he let out a breath slowly, lowered his eyes, and dived under the soil layer little by little.

It's a tug of war.

As a human being, it is impossible for a mason to enter the soil no matter what, but with the ability of him and his teammates, it is not impossible to move the upper layer of soil away.

And Wen Jianyan didn't want to be "digged" out by them.

The anchor is nearby. According to the rules, even if he is on the ground now, he cannot remove the badge. This also means that from the moment he puts on the badge, he has given up his identity as the anchor and can no longer use props and talent...

In other words, at the mercy of others.

In this way, with the passage of time, the potholes on the ground became deeper and deeper.

As the soil layer was moved away, more and more Yin Qi was released from the depths of the ground, gradually becoming viscous and thick, and the invisible dark atmosphere was increasing, as if there was something unknown below that was about to move. , waiting to wake up.

On the other side, Wen Jianyan was also pushed to the limit.

The coldness invaded his limbs and bones, and he almost mobilized all the energy of his body to finally fall asleepnot that he didn't want to go to the side, but mainly because for some unknown reason, the mason always seemed to be able to locate his position, if only parallel If you move, it is impossible to distance yourself.

Therefore, he can only gamble.

Bet that the opponent dare not continue down.

because

Wen Jianyan's fingers stretched down slightly, and his fingertips touched something hard.

He lowered his eyes and looked over.

Deep in the soil layer is a dark coffin.

Although I don't know how long it has been buried here, the surface of the coffin is as clear and smooth as ever, and the cold ebony sinks in the dark depths, releasing an extremely oppressive terror that makes Wen Jianyan almost unable to breathe breath.

It's a game.

It may be a game of total destruction, or it may be a game of life.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his hand, he didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear, his fingertips curled up, trembling unconsciously.

Seven feet below, what is buried is a real ghost.

"Wait a moment."

Above, the mason suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

He gritted his teeth and paused every word, his voice seemed very unwilling.

"stop."

The others stopped their actions.

The mason walked slowly to the pothole, lowered his head, and looked into the depths of the soil layer below. The red light in the depths of his eyes flickered slightly. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the red light in his eyes had disappeared.

"No more digging."

he said darkly.

If you dig any further, you will find something that should not exist in this world.

Masons can feel it.

If it continues, everyone present may not survive.

"Then what should I do?" One of the team members lowered his head and looked at the deep pothole in front of him with some unwillingness. His fingers were covered with mud, his face and fingers were very pale, and he exuded a corpse-like smell. The mineral water that has been drunk is thrown on the ground next to it.

"Just let people run away like this?"

he asked through gritted teeth.

Obviously, it was not easy for them to dig the grave so deep.

The price they paid was too great. If they just gave up and returned without success, they would be really angry and unwilling.

"...How is that possible." The mason said with a cold snort.

"If you can't catch it, you can't catch it."

There was a vicious light in the mason's eyes, "but at least he can't crawl out."

"Fill it with soil!"

"yes!"

Under the soil layer, Wen Jianyan keenly felt that the soil layer above his head began to become heavier and thicker. Almost instantly, he realized what the other party was going to dothey wanted to bury themselves here alive!

Almost at the same moment, he moved.

However, just as he turned around, a soft sound came from behind.

"Crack"

It was like the piercing sound made when the boards rubbed against each other, and it was also like the subtle collision sound made when something was moving under the coffin and pushing the coffin board upwards.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and turned her head to look in the direction of the voice.

Obviously no coffin was dug, why

Below, the originally bright and brand-new coffin board seemed to be corroded by some invisible force. The surface began to mottle and change color, and the paint began to fall off at a terrifying speed. A cold, panic-stricken atmosphere began to seep out of it.

"Heck!"

The coffin lid moved a little, revealing a thin gap.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end.

Almost instantly, he found the reason.

Oh shit.

It's graveyard.

Obviously, this grave is not only aimed at people, but also ghosts.

People will be corroded to death in the grave, while ghosts will fall into a deep sleep forever if they are pressed under the grave.

Originally, the amount of grave soil was sufficient, but as the masons continued to dig deep down just now, the grave soil that could have suppressed the ghost was cleared from above, so that even if the coffin below was not dug, the ghost could Still woke up.

Must leave immediately!

The strong sense of threat stimulated Wen Jianyan's nerves, and under the fear, he trembled uncontrollably from his fingertips.

Leave now, before it's too late!

Wen Jianyan turned around abruptly, and when she was about to go up at the fastest speed, her movements suddenly stopped.

What did he think of.

The long memory revived, reminding him of some things that perhaps shouldn't be recalled at this time.

What is Changsheng Building?

It is a tomb.

What is the woman in red who sleeps forever in the courtyard on the fifth floor and suppresses the building as a ghost?

It is a soul-inducing person.

One link after another, one life by one life, the ghost was led onto that path, and finally fell asleep in the tomb forever.

However, as the Changsheng Building was directly taken over by Nightmare Live, and the woman in red was divided and suppressed, where did all the ghosts that could not be led into the grave go?

Reality.

What is Xingwang Hotel?

It's the bureau.

It is a deception created by Gao Wei maliciously to replace the small town guarding the place leading to the death. The ultimate goal is to steal power and steal supernatural powers.

Where did the ghosts who were introduced into the hotel and fed round after round go?

Reality.

Nightmare and reality are like two sides of a mirror.

The terrifying existence that sleeps and is sealed outside of reality, under the manipulation and guidance of the Nightmare live broadcast room, continuously flows into reality wave after wave.

And those invaded schools, hospitals, communities... After the massacre, they once again became a copy of the Nightmare live broadcast room.

It's a horrible cycle.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, her gaze fell on the coffin below.

The black paint on the outside has almost peeled off, and the gap on the edge of the coffin is gradually getting bigger, and there is a creepy aura stirring, brewing, and spreading below.

"Giggle."

The coffin board made an overwhelmed sound, as if it was about to crack in the next second.

if

The answer is ready to come out, self-evident.

-Reality.

Of course it is reality, otherwise where else could it be?

On the top of the head, handfuls of soil fell down. As the pressure of the soil on the top of the head increased, Wen Jianyan once again felt the irresistible and frightening drowsiness just now. That is to say, as long as the soil above his head is filled, this half of his "ghost" might really sleep under the soil forever.

However, perhaps also because of this, the coffin boards stopped moving and the peeling of the paint on the coffin boards slowed down.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and looked away.

He is still in danger of dying, how can he control a ghost that is about to break free? It would be nice not to be chased and killed.

Furthermore, as long as he himself can save his life, he can continue to contend against the nightmare.

Keep the green hills, and don't worry about no firewood.

What's more, the coffin board is no longer as fragile as before. Although the ghost has awakened, he wants to break free from the **** completely.

Moreover, it is not certain whether it can enter reality.

The cemetery is so big, it is very easy to get lost, it may have to wander in the cemetery for at least a year and a half before it is possible to find a way to leave here and enter reality.

So what if it really entered reality?

There are too many **** people, it's okay to die a few.

After all, what reality has done to him is much more vicious. He didn't retaliate with an eye for an eye, or blood for blood, which is already considered a kindness.

Wen Jianyan looked at the top of her head.

The soil layer fell, and the subtle light disappeared little by little.

mine.

Gritting her teeth, Wen Jianyan could almost taste the blood in her own mouth.

With a gloomy face, he cursed viciously in his heart.

What a **** bitch.

He turned around abruptly, his slender body was like a fish swimming, and sank down quickly again.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Huh? Is the anchor crazy?"

"What is he going to do? Suicide?"

"I'm really dying, can't you go back now?"

The further down, the greater the pressure, the heavier the yin, and when Wen Jianyan returned to the coffin, Hei was almost out of breath.

A cold aura was released from the depths of the coffin. Although he was still in the state of a "ghost", the thick wax film could not do much except to keep him alive.

Wen Jianyan's body trembled uncontrollably, his face was pale, without a trace of blood.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the coffin board.

The moment he touched the coffin board, his palms began to turn a terrible blue color, the barbs on the coffin board pierced deep into the skin, and dark blood immediately seeped out.

With a little force, a layer of flesh was eroded by the invisible Yin Qi, and it was directly pulled off.

Skinned and boned, heartbroken.

Even the buff of the badge couldn't protect him anymore. The wax film originally given by the dungeon rules couldn't resist such a pure and terrifying power. Under the appearance of the ghost, the flesh and blood belonging to humans began to disintegrate.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Wait a minute... he doesn't want to close the coffin???!!"

"Are you **** crazy???"

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, stepped on the coffin with one foot, and exerted force!

crunch

An ear-piercing, teeth-piercing sound sounded, and the heavy coffin board, which was removed by a thin gap, moved slowly under the power of another "ghost", bit by bit, being relocated. Pull it back to its original position.

The paint on the surface of the coffin became smooth again, and the cold atmosphere below began to dissipate.

Under the dual effects of the grave and the coffin, the ghost, which had not yet awakened, returned to its original state again.

When Wen Jianyan let go of his hand, there was no half intact flesh on his palm.

He exhausted his last ounce of strength and forced himself to glance up.

It was pitch black above.

The grave should have already been filled.

In the boundless cemetery, half a person and a coffin are buried under a quiet seven feet.

think... close your eyes...

so tired.

I really want to...

I fell asleep.

Never wake up again.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Oops, oops, the signal started to go off and on, what's going on?"

"Is the host going to die?"

"Ah, don't, don't go black"

In the next second, the live broadcast room went black.

The signal is broken.

Half asleep and half awake, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.

died?

No, there shouldn't be.

Because it hurts too much.

The pain that could almost drive a person crazy, from his bones, tore his nerves and made him tremble uncontrollably.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes weakly and with difficulty.

The memory of just now returned to my mind.

What was he going to do just now?

Oh, by the way, Wen Jianyan remembered that he was just planning to use the invincible time that Nightmare gave these sophomores after entering the second year of school.

There are a total of three times, each one minute.

It's short, but it's enough for him just now.

At least enough to get him out of seven feet and back to the surface.

Wen Jianyan may occasionally be bored and mean, but he is by no means stupid.

If he dared to dive down and close the coffin, he would naturally have a back-up guarantee.

only

Wen Jianyan frowned, trying to think back, it seems... before he had time to activate the last resort, an unexpected change happened.

He left the grave and came to a strange place.

He breathed hard and looked around slowly.

No, not unfamiliar.

Quite the contrary...he was familiar with it here.

It can even be said to be too familiar.

The surroundings were dark, and the sofa, coffee table, and carpet could be seen... It was exactly like his room in the live broadcast room.

The brain works slowly and heavily.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for two seconds, and seemed to finally come to his senses.

Ah, here... seems to be in the space of Ouroboros.

He lowered his slightly trembling eyelashes, and his eyes fell on his hands again.

From the fingertips to the heels of the palms, there was no good flesh. Under the blue-black shattered flesh was white bones, and the base of the fingers where the bones were exposed was surrounded by a heavy metal ring, which was already covered in blood.

Obviously, it was his blood that fell on the Ouroboros, so it entered the space of the Ouroboros again.

In the end, this thing is still an exception. Although no one is imprisoned, it can still be used - but I don't know how many times it can be used in a dungeon.

Of course, if he leaves here, he will still return to the oppressive and breathless grave.

Here, though, at least he has a little breathing room.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, curled up on the ground, and took deep breaths.

fine.

At least this prop is still useful.

Give him some time, although he can't use props, he can't heal his injuries, and he can't improve his situation, but at least he can leave some room for adjustments.

After all, only when his mood is stable can his state be stable, and his subsequent actions can be smoother

Suddenly, in the darkness, a familiar voice sounded.

Low and low, it seems a little puzzled:

"What are you doing here?"

The voice was so familiar that Wen Jianyan almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. He raised his eyes in shock and looked over.

ha?

In the darkness not far away, a pair of familiar golden eyes looked down at him.

"How did you make yourself like this?":,,.