Chapter 52

In the thick and dark cloud of cold smoke, the young man in front of him appeared by his side without warning like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

Warm palms pressed on his shoulders, dragging him back to the world from the almost desperate death situation.

Su Cheng's eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked at Wen Jianyan in disbelief, his voice was stuck in his throat, and he could barely squeeze out a dry syllable:

"you"

how do you...

Why are you

"Let's go!"

Wen Jianyan didn't seem to notice the other party's complicated mood at the moment. After sticking the spell on the monster's forehead, he dragged him away furiously.

Su Cheng stumbled after him, his mind was still in a mess, and he could hardly make a complete sentence.

He took the time to glance behind him.

The pale, slender monster froze in place, and the scarlet charm on its head was particularly glaring in the black mist.

Isn't this fixed?

Is there any other danger that I am not aware of?

Before Su Cheng could figure it out, the black mist on the side stirred like muddy water, and the smiling faces of countless paper figurines were torn apart by the invisible force and turned into fly ash.

In the next second, another pale monster appeared in the darkness, charging towards them at a faster speed than the other one!

Su Cheng: "???"

no

Why is there another one ahhhhhhh!

"Fuck, yes, there are two!" Su Cheng's expression cracked.

He looked at Wen Jianyan who was dragging him to run wildly, and reminded in horror: "Be careful, there are two of them here!"

Wen Jianyan didn't turn her head back, and ran with her head buried in her head: "I know!"

Su Cheng:?

"I brought it in!" Wen Jianyan shouted loudly.

Su Cheng:? ? ?

While running, Wen Jianyan quickly scanned the system mall displayed on the virtual panel in front of him, and used his remaining points to frantically buy life-saving items:

"This kind of monster can drag people into the mirror. The specific principle is similar to that of Wenpo's gossip mirror, except that Wenpo needs the help of human beings with strong inspiration to chant spells, and this monster itself is a kind of spirit body. , so the process of chanting the spell was omitted, and at the moment one of them pulled me into the mirror, I in turn used its own power to activate the mirror you are in!"

He spoke very fast, and Su was originally confused, and now he is even more confused:

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Don't worry! The rules shouldn't allow this kind of thing to happen"

Wen Jianyan activated the golden bodies for himself and Su Cheng: "We only need to survive the first few minutes!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"...My God, that's how it is."

"! I would like to call it the king of card bugs!"

"Ah? Am I the only one who hasn't understood? I beg someone to explain it to me carefully!"

"That is to say, the anchor used the rules of entering the mirror to create a circular loophole, so that the space of the two mirrors overlapped. Logically speaking, there should be only one monster in a mirror, but now it is forced into it. Two, so this place should be blown up soon."

"!! Oh oh oh awesome! [Reward points 100]"

"Fuck, this method is too foul, it is purely to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules! ...I like it! [Reward points 50]"

"Laughing to death, I guess this dungeon didn't expect that there would be an anchor who would activate two mirrors at once, that's too daring hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha [reward points 100]"

Although Su Cheng didn't understand what Wen Jianyan was saying, he could clearly feel the faint roar and tremor in the whole space.

The dark vortex stirred, and the smiling faces of countless paper figurines in the distance seemed to appear, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

The ground under their feet is no longer solid, and it seems to be collapsing one by one.

Su Cheng was startled, almost unbelievable.

Could it be...

Really saved?

"Anyway, don't worry too much when you're in the mirror!"

Only Wen Jianyan's voice continued to come from the front: "What you need to worry about is what to do after the mirror collapses!"

Su Cheng looked blank: "...what do you mean?"

Wen Jianyan laughed twice:

"It means that I'm not sure where the mirror will send us two after it collapses."

He did not see the other two people other than Su Cheng in the mirror, which means that the two anchors are probably out of danger, but they did not appear in 1304, which shows that the mirror space is not a condensed and fixed space. It is more like another physical dimension, and the mirror itself is just a medium between the two dimensions.

They run and move here, and they will also move outside, but Wen Jianyan didn't figure out the inner rules here.

Wen Jianyan only hopes that the route he runs is not going around in circles, in case the mirror collapses, he just returns to 1316...

Then I will personally feel the consequences of the provocation just now.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't think that his luck would be so outrageously bad, everything that happened after he entered this nightmare live broadcast room forced him to take this possibility into consideration.

Su Cheng:? ? ?

Hey, it's scary when you say that!

The roar around me became louder and louder, as if the whole world was trembling with it, and the sound of crackling and cracking echoed in my ears.

At this moment, the bead string on Wen Jianyan's wrist suddenly started to feel slightly hot.

This... this is?

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, and looked down at his wrist. On the reddish-brown bead string, the strange runes carved on it were faintly shining at the moment, as if they were guiding him.

A strange premonition struck.

Wen Jianyan slowed down, looked up and looked around.

A familiar, rickety old paper man appeared not far away, and behind it, one could see two adults, two children, and a family of four.

"here!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes brightened slightly, and he dragged Su Cheng towards that direction.

Before rushing over, their feet suddenly stepped on the air.

In the next second, the sky and the earth are spinning, and everything in front of them is spinning upside down, mixing into countless blurred color blocks.

Only two thuds were heard, and the two of them fell to the ground one after the other, and fell firmly on the cold ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Su Cheng held his burning throat due to excessive panting, and struggled to get up.

The cold and dark familiar corridor, the eerie red dim light, the closed door flickering in the darkness

He raised his head and looked at the door closest to him: the house number was mottled and peeled off, but the words 1304 could still be vaguely seen.

really, really back...

Su Cheng sat on the spot with limp hands and feet, with a dazed expression, as if he hadn't recovered from the life-and-death crisis just now.

Wen Jianyan put his hot forehead against the door frame with some loss of strength, and slowly let out a long breath.

In his series of actions just now, there was a lot of gamble involved. After all, he only knew a little bit about the entire dungeon. With the help of the information provided by the flower that can break the illusory, as well as many overly bold guesses, he guessed the entire inner world. Logical chain of operations.

Fortunately, there was no problem with this overly risky thinking, otherwise, not to mention saving Su, even he himself would have to get involved.

At this moment, a familiar broadcast sound from the system sounded in my ear:

"Ding, it has been detected that the anchor's live broadcast has reached five hours, do you want to enable point settlement?"

According to the specific content of different dungeons, as well as the difficulty of the dungeon, the interval frequency of point settlement will also change. For example, in this dungeon, there is hardly any danger in the first three hours, so the time for the first settlement is in the dungeon. Five hours after the start.

Wen Jianyan collected himself and replied in his heart: "Yes."

"In the D-level live broadcast room [Integrity First], the average number of viewers per hour is 50,000, which can be exchanged for 5,000 points!

Congratulations to the host for reaching a 63% rewatch rate!

Achievement achieved: I will live here from today!

You are still 45,000 points away from the upgrade of your live broadcast room, please make persistent efforts and create greater glories! "

"During your live broadcast, you received a total of 2,463 tips and got a total of 180,000 tips.

It is detected that the anchor is a D-level anchor, and the system will take 10% of your live broadcast. Ten points will be used before deducting points for settlement, and 50,000 points have been settled in your account. "

[Dungeon Exploration Degree: 63% Bonus Points: 10000

Current plot modification rate: 51% Reward points: 30000]

[The remaining points in your account are: 100000]

One hundred thousand points is a lot!

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"you"

At this moment, Su Cheng's dry and hoarse voice sounded from beside him, pulling Wen Jianyan back from his meditation.

He turned his head and looked at the other party with some doubts:

"Um?"

Just as Su Cheng said a word, he fell silent again. He took a deep breath: "It's nothing."

The young man narrowed his amber eyes slightly, stared at him with eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and asked thoughtfully, "You don't want to ask me, why did you go to save you?"

Su Cheng: "..."

He pursed his lips, as if he had been poked in the middle, his eyes wandered a bit.

"Of course, it will save a lot of trouble if you leave it alone, but it will be extremely disadvantageous in the long run."

Wen Jianyan held onto the door frame and pulled herself up.

His voice didn't have too many emotional ups and downs, it sounded cold and crisp:

"In the entire dungeon, only you know my true identity, and you are on my side. We have also cultivated a certain tacit understanding in the past few dungeons, and you are a relatively trustworthy teammate. If you die, then I will be the only one left in this dungeon to face the formed anchor team and the dungeon mechanism that is still a mystery, and my survival rate will be greatly reduced."

"So, as a teammate, it's a sensible choice."

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's calm voice paused for a moment, and there was a slight smile in his voice:

"But you didn't call me for help, did you?"

Su Cheng was taken aback by the sudden change in the other party's tone, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Wen Jianyan.

"Even in a life-or-death situation, rather than letting me risk my life to save you, you hope that I can get the props you found, complete the mission, and clear the level alone... This is not something that teammates will do."

The young man leaned against the door frame, staring at him with downcast eyes, his downcast eyelashes were dyed a light dark red by the light in the corridor.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to Su Cheng who was still slumped on the ground, with a soft voice and a smile:

"That's what a friend would do."

Su Cheng raised his head in a daze, staring at the palm stretched out to him.

Wen Jianyan has slender finger bones, fair skin, and neatly manicured nails, which look like works of art under the light.

"In that case,"

In the depths of those light amber eyes, a little smile bloomed.

"How can I leave my friends behind?"

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Help, I'm heartbroken."

"... Fuck, I was actually moved by this liar."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then!"

"Just, is there any vacancies for friends? I want to sign up! You can lie to me as many times as you want!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhh where can I get this kind of liar's wife who is so hot and venomous but also inexplicably affectionate and righteous! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish

Su Cheng's chest rose and fell violently for a moment. He took a deep breath, suppressed the moisture in his eyes, raised his hand to hold Wen Jianyan's hand, and stood up with the strength of the other party.

He looked directly into Wen Jianyan's eyes, and said solemnly:

"Thanks."

"alright."

After pulling Su Cheng up, Wen Jianyan straightened his expression and said seriously: "Before expressing our feelings, we still have a very urgent matter to do."

Seeing the other party's serious attitude, Su Cheng couldn't help becoming nervous:

"What's up?"

Wen Jianyan glanced down at his upper body, and said with deep pain, "To keep out the cold."

Su Cheng: "..."

The two walked into 1304 again.

Wen Jianyan managed to find clothes that were similar to her figure from the closet.

Anyway, he even recognized this guy's wife and children once, and the debts are not too heavy, even if he took his clothes, it's not too much. Wen Jianyan's face was neither red nor heartbeat, and he didn't feel the slightest shame of occupying the magpie's nest feel.

Su Cheng's gaze stayed on Wen Jianyan's upper body subtly for a moment: "So, what happened to you just now to turn into that ghostly look?"

"And just now... in the mirror."

Su Cheng seemed to have thought of something, and asked very puzzled: "Why do you call yourself that monster's mother? Is there any allusion in it that I don't know?"

Wen Jianyan coughed dryly, and changed the subject abruptly: "Well...it's a long story, I'll tell you when I have time in the future."

He turned back to the living room, picked up the black pottery jar, and looked at it carefully with the light of the flashlight.

Su Cheng asked curiously, "What's in it?"

Wen Jianyan glanced at him: "Human bones."

Su Cheng was taken aback.

"Soul lock altar..." Wen Jianyan touched his chin thoughtfully: "Whose soul is locked?"

Su Cheng guessed: "Those evil spirits chasing us?"

"maybe."

Wen Jianyan replied noncommittal.

He turned to look at Su Cheng: "Speaking of which, have the other two anchors come across this jar?"

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, thought carefully for a while, and nodded: "Yes, after all, they found it from under the shrine."

"That's all right."

With that said, Wen Jianyan walked quickly to the kitchen, took out a biscuit box from the cupboard, poured out the biscuit crumbs inside, and then simply and rudely put the bones in the soul-locking altar into it.

Su Cheng stared dumbfounded at Wen Jianyan's excessive blasphemy of the deceased, and stammered, "You, what are you doing?"

"I've confirmed it. This jar is an ordinary black pottery jar. What's important is the bone remains and the gossip mirror inside, as well as the spell on the mirror. I've pasted the spell on the monster's forehead now. It should be You can't get rid of it, even if you change the container, it doesn't matter.

Wen Jianyan swept the broken biscuits into the jar, carefully sealed the mouth of the jar, and then turned to Su Cheng with a bright smile:

"It is necessary to be defensive."

Su Cheng: "..."

He seemed to understand why his precious teammate could accurately offend countless ghosts in every dungeon.

Wen Jianyan threw the biscuit box to Su Cheng for safekeeping, while he put the black clay pot in his pocket:

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Su Cheng was startled.

"Find another jar."

Wen Jianyan replied: "If we're lucky, we might meet our other two friends."

The corridors are narrow and deep.

The air seemed to be filled with scarlet blood mist, and the light shone from above, everything seemed to be shrouded in a dim red light.

I don't know if it is because of the passage of time, the length of the corridor has become longer, the ground is slightly twisted, and a light red layer can be seen under the peeling wall skin, like a flesh and blood body.

It was as if the scene inside 1316 was spreading outwards little by little.

Theoretically speaking, 1304 and 1306 should be very close, but Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng crossed two corridors to find this room.

The door panel of 1306 is dark red like blood coagulation, giving people a particularly uneasy feeling.

The door was slightly closed, and there was an overly thick darkness inside.

Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight of the phone, then stretched out his hand, carefully pushed the door open a gap, and shone into the room with the flashlight.

It looks like a tornado has been experienced here.

sofas, mattresses, tables, chairs...

The furniture was twisted into pieces by some unknown force. Sawdust, cotton, and cushions were all scattered everywhere. The ground was in a mess. The debris of the paper man's body fell on the ground, and the walls were splashed with not yet dried up. The fresh blood was particularly shocking under the dim light, as if a fierce battle had taken place.

Wen Jianyan was the first to look in the direction of the shrine.

It was also blown up there, and the place where the black clay pot should have been was empty.

Looks like someone has already been there.

And found the soul lock altar in this room.

Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng looked at each other, and walked towards the room.

According to Mrs. Wen, three soul-locking altars were stolen, and only the 1304 and 1306 families are certain. The other altar should have been stolen by another family, but the third altar was stolen. They don't have any clues about their whereabouts. If the jar of 1306 has been taken away in advance, then their clues may be broken here, and they can only wait to connect with others.

That would be too passive.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng, and said:

"Let's look separately and see if there are any clues left here that we can continue to follow."

Su Cheng nodded: "OK."

Su Cheng walked into other rooms, while Wen Jianyan stood in the center of the living room, looking around at the chaotic room in front of him.

This is, he seemed to have noticed something, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Wen Jianyan walked towards the edge of the living room, which looked the most chaotic.

Blood and messy footprints remained on the ground. The scarlet blood hadn't completely dried up, reflecting a dark red luster under the light of the flashlight.

He squatted down, shone the flashlight in his hand on the footprints on the ground, and slowly frowned.

There are far more than two pairs of footprints here.

At least four or five people.

That is to say, besides them, there are other anchors who also found Granny Wen and received the exact same task from her.

Is it the anchors who separated from them when they escaped?

Or, there are more other anchors in this dungeon, but they haven't met yet?

After all, the map of this dungeon is indeed very large, with 13 floors, each floor has 30 rooms, and the difficulty is B-. The possibility that the number of broadcasters will be more than 7 is extremely high.

That being the case...

Wen Jianyan stood up, held the phone in one hand, and swept the light across the room

Since he got this new idea, he began to look at this "scene" with another eye, revealing many details that he hadn't noticed before.

That's right, the paper man must have launched an attack on the anchor in this room.

But other than that, there were more traces of attacks that didn't look like they were initiated by supernatural creatures, such as the sofa that was torn into two pieces, with straight edges, as if it had been cut open with a sharp weapon.

There are more than one traces of blood on the ground, splashed, dripped, dragged...

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly, and his eyes were stained with a layer of solemn color.

He remembered that in the information he collected earlier, he mentioned a similar situation... In many high-level dungeons, the anchors will form a competitive relationship.

Some are forced by the dungeon mechanism, some are actively formed by the anchors driven by interests, and some dungeons will even develop into team battles.

Now it seems that this dungeon has already faintly had this tendency.

For the soul-locking altar in 1306, different factions have been formed among the anchors, and they have fought.

At this moment, Su Cheng's dignified voice came from the room:

"...Come and see."

Wen Jianyan was startled, put away his phone, and walked into the room.

There was an extremely strong smell of blood in the air.

Su Cheng held up his mobile phone and stood beside the bed with an ugly expression.

The quilt was opened, and the sheets were covered with scarlet and viscous blood stains, showing an almost oil-like texture under the light. Two paper figurines were lying side by side on the bed. The paper stomachs were filled with human organs, which looked shocking. , It's disgusting.

However, Su Cheng's gaze did not fall on the paper figurine, but stared fixedly at the stack of paper in his hand.

"What did you find?" Wen Jianyan asked.

Su Cheng took a deep breath and handed the stack of papers to Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan took the paper and scanned it down at a glance.

This is a case sheet from the hospital, it should be from the hostess of this house. Obviously, she is pregnant in October and is about to give birth, and the hospital that issued the case is...

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and she couldn't help but gasp.

An extremely familiar name appeared in front of him.

Fukang Private General Hospital