Chapter 51

【3, 2, 1】

The countdown beside the ear dropped to zero.

The white baby snuggling in Wen Jianyan's arms yawned loudly, and the eyelashes of the same color slowly fell, covering the snow-white pupils.

The baby fell asleep again.

Its figure slowly turned into a light spot of light, and it dissipated in the air little by little.

[The status of the mother of the world has expired]

The air was filled with a strong bloody smell, sweet and rancid, making it almost nauseating.

The scarlet walls were like countless crowded sarcomas, and the wet surface stirred like some kind of living thing.

A corner of the wall sank deep, revealing a black iron door.

The young man stood upright near the gate.

Most of the clothes on the upper body were corroded, and only some tattered fabrics were left hanging on the white and tight body. The corroded wounds on the skin showed a gradually deepening light red "color", as if smeared. Open rouge, deep and shallow covering the beautiful muscles.

His arms were hanging by his side, and on the skin that was originally covered by the bandages, the black stripes like a charm stretched and spread.

The weird lines spread out on the wrist without knowing it, extending up along the slender forearm.

Seven black jars protruded out of the pale arm, stretched like noodles, but as if the pause button was pressed, they stopped hard at a distance of less than one meter left in front of Wen Jianyan. .

Wen Jianyan's voice fell, and there was only silence in the air.

It didn't move, it didn't attack, as if it was thinking quietly and contemplating.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"???what's the situation?!"

"What is the mother of the father and god world, help, why can't I understand it!"

"The ten-year-old audience will not be invited. Please guide the anchor's last copy and the last copy, and you will understand after reading it."

"I ordered those who haven't seen the replay to watch it immediately! If you can't watch it, you won't be at a loss, but you won't be fooled! My last dungeon went straight into the pit, and I earned it when I saw it (screaming)"

"Ah, ah, ah, even though the situation is so urgent, I still want to say... Shasha's lust is crazy! [Reward Points 100]"

"With tentacles, strips, and tattoos, the life-saving Niu Niu stood up! (nonsense "random" language [reward points 100]"

"Please, Modo Modo, the monster that makes the streamer forced to undress! I need more naked wives!"

The young man raised his eyes and looked lightly at the pale ghost hand that was close at hand.

With his face full of expression, he ran the train and said, "According to the seniority, you still have to call me a mother."

After a long silence, the sound rang again.

The articulation was stuck and unskilled, and the husky and hoarse voice echoed in the narrow space, appearing very confused and dazed.

"mother……"

"Dear……?"

Wen Jianyan climbed up smoothly and replied with a smile:

"be good."

[Integrity First] A piece of "..." floated through the live broadcast room

"Damn, you liar, you are shameless!"

"shameless!"

"Where can I complain, shameless humans here are deceiving ignorant ghosts!"

"Hahahahahahahaha laughing at me, looking forward to that Father God appearing again!"

"Hahahahahahahaha boss: Why do I have an extra wife?"

"...Why did I bump into it inexplicably?"

The air fell silent again.

Wen Jianyan tensed her shoulders subconsciously, counting down in her heart.

Although the props are over now, it should take a while for the aura to change. If you deceive the other party during this period, and escape here, then there should be no problem.

But if it doesn't work...

I'm afraid I'm really going to die here.

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze, walked towards the black iron gate hidden under the meat wall, and said lightly:

"Step aside."

"..."

There was still silence.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't show it on his face, his heart was beating so wildly that he seemed to jump out of his chest, and his muscles were starting to spasm.

After a few seconds, the sound of "cluck" sounded again, and those pale arms slowly, little by little, shrank back towards the jar. With the sticky and wet squirming, the scarlet flesh walls spread out to both sides. , exposed the tightly closed black iron door.

Wen Jianyan held her breath, raised her hand and pressed it on the doorknob.

The cold iron handle was firmly in the palm of the hand, and the fingers exerted force—"Squeak."

Hoarse, the sound of metal hinges rubbing against each other came.

The door opened slowly in front of him.

There was a long and silent corridor outside, shrouded in eerie dark red light.

Although the scene outside was similar to the current life, the cold and ominous atmosphere was clearly distinguishable from the outside world.

Wen Jianyan immediately realized that he was now in another world that Po Wen said.

Quickly glanced at the house number.

1316.

The room that was sealed with chains and spells before, looked fierce at first glance.

However, those chains and spells of memory have all disappeared in this world, and the 1316 looks completely the same as its room on the outside, and it can come out normally.

Wen Jianyan didn't look back, and walked out steadily and at a constant speed.

The door slowly closed behind him, locking the room with flesh and blood as the inner wall, and the seven dark jars with ghost hands hidden in it.

"Click."

The faint sound of the lock on the room rang from behind.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan ran away!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha laugh, after deceiving the ghost, immediately put the bottom of the foot, I don't care, the dog scatter!"

So why don't you run away!

Who knew that the ghosts in 1316 would not react suddenly!

Wen Jianyan took a breath and rushed straight ahead, afraid of being caught again and dragged back to that room.

After running, I found that although the corridor itself is still the same, the rest of the floors are still connected to the 13th floor, criss-crossing, overlapping each other, and turning a corner into its floor.

The concept of space also seems to have changed. The distance between the rooms is very close, but the distance between them is very far. The door is tightly closed, and the space is open. A mouthful of blood swallowed.

Every time he passed through such a door, Wen Jianyan's footsteps always quickened, as if he was worried that something would rush out in the next second.

Some sighed regretfully.

It's a pity that didn't have time to take out phone and take a photo in the room just now, otherwise the main task would be completed.

Suddenly, the phone in Wen Jianyan's pocket vibrated twice.

"..."

no?

Is the main quest updated?

Wen Jianyan subconsciously slowed down and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Unexpectedly, the main quest was not updated, but... a phone call.

Did you even get a phone call in the underworld?

This operator is strong.

Wen Jianyan tapped on the screen and connected the call.

"Zizi...you're...zizi..." The voice on the opposite side was choppy, and under the influence of the current, it looked particularly muddy, barely enough to distinguish a familiar line.

...Su Cheng?

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a while, and immediately realized that the other party should have purchased enough props to contact teammates, so it was on the phone he called.

"...Zizi...1304, Soul Locking Altar..."

The voice on the other side was cut off.

Su Cheng clenched his teeth and ran as fast as he could, in a thick and dark ghost, the screen of one hand was still lit.

In the darkness, it was vaguely visible that countless paper figures were standing upright in the room, smiling one after another, with their pale faces facing the direction.

I can't tell where I am now.

After being entangled by ghosts, the concept of space and space in "this world" has become very strange, changing every moment.

The rooms and corridors that were ordinary one second can be twisted into a plain or a narrow "labyrinth" in the next second. The only constant is the continuous "cluck" behind.

The sound was getting closer.

A strong, almost gloomy aura came from behind, and the rotten smell followed, and the pale fingers stretched out towards Su Cheng's neck, but were blocked by a small translucent cover in the next second.

The effect of the hard-level hidden props obtained in the last dungeon does not resist the direct attack of the ghost, but it makes it immune to touch.

three times.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

That voice was full of malice, and was chasing after him reluctantly, lingering lingering ghosts.

Su Cheng took time to look down at his phone screen.

[Remaining usage times of the item: 1/3]

His two legs were sore and swollen, the muscles and bones rubbed and screamed, and the cold air rushed into the lungs, bringing a knife-like pain, the physical strength was slowly exhausted, and the ribs were twitching. write.

Su Cheng realized very clearly that the speed of his escape was slowing down.

The interval at which props are used is shortening.

There are not many points, and at most one life-saving item can only be exchanged, but...the time it can resist is probably the same.

There must be no doubt.

This icy thing was like a heavy stone, pressing down on Su Cheng's heart, as if he had swallowed a cold iron block, and it fell heavily into his body, making his breathing difficult and his eyes hot.

want to live.

I want to see the sun in the real world again.

Su Cheng tightened his fingers subconsciously, the hard edge of the phone was in his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

After entering "this world", Wen Jianyan could never be contacted.

However, just now, finally got through to the other party's phone.

This made Su Chang sigh of relief.

...At least before, have finally done something to help teammates.

Although Wen Jianyan disappeared after entering this realm, his mission did not change because of this. While struggling to survive under the containment and attack of paper figurines, he searched for the trace of the Soul Locking Altar.

Finally, the stolen soul lock altar was found under the shrine.

But the moment he got the jar, the entire spatial pattern changed, and the rattling monster crawled out of the jar and started chasing.

Su Cheng didn't know what happened to him. He only knew that if He was also being chased, then the Soul Locking Altar should still be in 1304.

More importantly, there should be no strange guards around.

...I hope Wen Jianyan can understand the message of the past.

Su Cheng secretly prayed in his heart.

1304's door was open, and it was dark inside.

Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight and carefully looked into the room.

The whole room was empty.

There were no anchors or ghosts imaginable, the air was so quiet that it was almost silent, unbelievably peaceful.

Wen Jianyan: "...?"

He frowned slightly in confusion, and walked 1304 inside.

Looking around the whole room, his eyes suddenly stopped and fell on the table next to the shrine.

A familiar jar made of black pottery was placed there, which looked particularly conspicuous.

...locking the Soul Altar?

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and carefully reached out to pick up the jar.

In the next second, the familiar sound of the system rang in my ears:

【Ding! Congrats to the anchor for getting the hidden props (normal) of the dungeon! 】

【Collection degree 2/5】

...it just doesn't feel right.

Wen Jianyan's brows furrowed even tighter, looking up at the space she was in.

According to Wen Po's description, the Soul Locking Altar should be the key to the entire dungeon, that is to say, a part of the main line. In this case, its acquisition cannot be so easy, but since entering 1304, I have never encountered any ghosts, even Su Cheng, who called him at the beginning, is also missing.

and……

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and pointed a flashlight towards the ground, blood, footprints, and scraps of paper.

It's like there's been a fight here.

Then, there is only one possible.

The anchor found the Soul Locking altar, but was also entangled by ghosts, and Su Cheng called and informed the location, in order to let those who came to collect the results.

Wen Jianyan took out her mobile phone, bought communication props in the system mall, and called Su Cheng.

The phone connected, but was cut off after three or two rings.

Should be right.

So where is Su Cheng now?

corridor? Or in a room? Which floor? Which one?

No, it shouldn't.

Wen Jianyan quickly denied his idea.

In another world now, the structure of space has changed, and the position of physical meaning should no longer be important. The important dimension is the issue.

He lowered his head and began to look at the clay altar in his hand.

Its surface was cold and pitch-black, and the smooth patent leather had fallen off over time. It was heavy and seemed to be full of things. The mouth of the jar was not sealed tightly, and it gave off a faint smell of blood.

Wen Jianyan carefully opened the mouth of the jar and looked inward with a flashlight.

Although he had already had certain psychological expectations, Wen Jianyan couldn't help shrinking her pupils, and subconsciously took a breath.

The jars contained human remains.

Judging from the size of the bones, it should be a baby less than two years old. All the skin and flesh have disappeared, only the bones showing a strange blue and black color are left. The jar emits a faint rotten smell and an extremely strong smell. bloody smell.

With the shaking of the jar, through the bluish-black bones, it was faintly enough to see that something seemed to reflect light below.

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

Strongly suppressing the resistance in his heart, he reached into the inside of the jar, pushed aside the bones, and found the glimmering object under the bones.

That……

A gossip mirror.

The color of its frame was dyed a weird blue-black color, but other than that, it was exactly the same as the side that Po Wen gave to Wang Hanyu.

Although it has been sealed with the corpse for an unknown number of years, the mirror surface is still as bright as new, and a dark red "color" charm is attached to the mirror surface.

Out of prudence, Wen Jianyan did not remove the spell.

Carefully lifted the spell, changed the angle, and carefully looked at the gossip mirror in front of him with the light of the flashlight——

The face does not appear in the mirror.

There was a pitch-black mist inside the mirror. A terrified little figure was running wildly. Behind him, darkness surged, and the pale monsters were chasing after them. The distance between them was at a speed visible to the naked eye. shortened.

This……

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened slightly.

Su Cheng?

Trapped in a mirror?

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Guy, it turns out that this strange force is this, no wonder the position, the scene, etc., are always changing."

"This should also be considered a type of fantasy, right? I remember the props that should be able to escape in the system store of the C-level anchor? Anyway, I just went to the next door to have a look, and the two anchors seem to have escaped, I don't know. Which room has it been teleported to now, after all, the space in the mirror is "out of order"."

"Ah, isn't the anchor who is still trapped in the mirror dead? I remember that, like our anchor, it was just D-rank, right? There is no way to exchange items!"

"Grass, I also remembered."

"No, I quite like the host opposite..."

Just when the audience felt sorry for Su Cheng in the barrage area, they saw Wen Jianyan make a very unexpected move.

I saw the young man raised his hand and "groped" on the mirror surface, as if he was looking for a way to enter it.

"?? Don't want to go?"

"The big guy who hasn't seen this copy will answer it, is this feasible?"

"It's not feasible. I've seen this copy of Antai Community about seven or eight times. Except that the mirror given by Wen Po has been casted, which is enough for the prop holder to travel in different spaces. Other than that, its mirrors are not Yes, unless you are pulled away by the monster, you can't take the initiative to enter."

"Hey, that's it, it's not over."

"Unfortunately... I remember the opposite talent prediction department, right? If you want to cultivate this skill, and then form a team with the talent of the liar, it should be quite awesome."

"It's too late to say this now, it's going to be cold on the other side."

Wen Jianyan frowned, staring at the gossip mirror in front of her.

I just went around the system mall, but couldn't find any way to get into the mirror or pull out the teammate's mirror.

Even if it is estimated that it is in the levels that have not been unlocked.

Under the slightly shaking light source, the darkness in the mirror became thicker and thicker, the monster was rapidly approaching, and Su Cheng's running speed was also greatly reduced.

Is it...

Did you just watch it?

Wen Jianyan's fingers subconsciously tightened.

This, swiped upwards, stunned for a second.

I don't know when the Flower of Destruction will be finished cooling down, but because Wen Jianyan himself was not in critical condition, it has not been activated.

【Do you want to use it? 】

【. 】

Wen Jianyan held her breath slightly and glanced at the description of the mirror in front of her.

This, seems to have suddenly thought of something.

Wen Jianyan jumped up, put the mirror in his arms, turned around and ran out!

The whistling wind swept past his ears, and the strong heartbeat hit the eardrums, forcing him to run faster and faster, rushing towards one direction with a strong sense of purpose.

The young man raised his foot and kicked open the door of 1316.

The wriggling blood-red wall seemed to pause for a moment, and the turbid sound sounded, making it seem extraordinarily suspicious: "Mother...Dear...?"

Wen Jianyan revealed a smile: "That's a lie to you."

The wet sound of the wall squirming became clearer and louder, and the temperature of the air seemed to drop instantly.

"cheat……?"

"That's right."

The corners of the youth's lips rose, and the amber pupils flickered with an evil gleam.

"The relationship between me is very simple. It's just that your father stalked me unilaterally, and you can't ask for it. You've been stabbed by me and won't let go."

The walls wriggled, the mouth of the clay pot vibrated, and the pale palm slowly stuck out.

"As a believer, you should help get revenge, right?"

Wen Jianyan spoke faster.

"Of course, I won't bother you this time."

Before the tentacles protruded from the wall, Wen Jianyan quickly activated the one-minute golden body that he had just bought in the store, then took a step and rushed straight towards its jar.

One hand reached out to the pale hand, and the other hand reached into his pocket, firmly grasping the mirror of the Eight Trigrams Mirror, and silently reciting the mantra of Wen Po.

The young man raised his face, "showing" a bright smile:

"I regret it very much and decided to take the initiative to send it."

Su Cheng's physical strength has reached its limit.

His face was terrifyingly white, hot sweat dripped down his forehead, ticking on the ground, and every part of his body let out an overwhelmed whine.

Gritting his teeth, he finally opened the system mall with trembling fingers.

Points have bottomed out.

The props have been used up and have lost the strength to struggle.

Su Cheng's eyes blushed unwillingly.

……Oh shit.

He slowly exhaled, his pace gradually slowed down, he became calm, and finally made up his mind, and slowly turned his head to look behind him.

In the dark shadow, the stiff faces of countless paper figures are smiling.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The harsh bone friction sounded, and a pale figure gradually "approached".

Its body was as slender as noodles, its joints twisted in its direction, its jagged bones propped up under the skin, and its face had no features, but a scarlet brand.

The lines are strange, like a spell.

"Giggle."

The pale and slender monster approached Su Cheng, and its limbs crawled on the ground at an astonishingly fast speed, and it was in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

A strong stench came from the nostrils.

Su Cheng's face turned pale, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

In the next second, the hot palm pressed hard on the shoulder, and a strong force pulled it back!

"...?!"

Su Cheng stumbled backwards, opened his eyes almost in horror, and looked beside him subconsciously.

The young man appeared beside him for some reason.

The upper body is almost half naked, the tattered clothes on the white and tight arms stick out, and the slender palms are pressed on the shoulders.

"Baby, how about letting this guy go?"

He didn't look at Su Cheng, his profile was smooth and graceful, a pair of amber eyes stared straight at the monster in front of him, the corners of his lips curled up like a smile instead of a smile:

"...Show mommy face."

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The pale figure paused for a moment, and seemed to be particularly "confused" by Wen Jianyan's words, but it still rushed forward in the next second—!

"Don't give it?"

The young man sighed regretfully.

"That's it."

He dragged Su Cheng back sharply, then bowed his body, and flicked to the side at a tricky angle. At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped the talisman torn from the Ji Bagua Mirror on its face!

The next second, the monster's body froze.

"Unfilial things."

Wen Jianyan gave a short smile, and the ending sound was raised slightly irreverently:

"It's just a virtue to your rubbish dad."