Chapter 73

In the anchor hall, the system prohibits conflicts between playing, so, without entering the copy, the life safety of all anchors is guaranteed.

In the next six hours, Wen Jianyan met with several guilds that he had carefully selected.

Based on the three days of contact, Wen Jianyan has basically understood the "nature" of the representative anchor sent by the guild.

Therefore, according to the different anchors he meets, the appearance he chooses is also different.

Like the oracles, who are mysterious and like to monopolize the industry, Wen Jianyan is an intellectual middle-aged man who looks delicate and weak, easy to control, and has no offensive power.

Attacking like a dark fire with strong "sex", and the guild's internal strength is respected, Wen Jianyan will put on his own strong man shell, so that he can't ignore in terms of shape and momentum, and strives for the right to respond in terms of appearance .

If the incoming person "shows" in the previous few days' communication, Wen Jianyan finds that he is easily "fascinated" by beauty, and the liar will put on the shell of his own red-haired beauty.

Although everyone knows that the appearance of all anchors in the system space is not necessarily true, but all humans are visual animals, even if they rationally understand that the current probability of each other is not true, but during the conversation process It will be "fascinated" and "confused" in the same way, and become a prisoner of vision uncontrollably.

For Wen Jianyan, this is a huge advantage.

He is a person who is good at using his appearance, and now he can make the best use of every appearance, which is almost like a duck to water.

The functionality is awesome!

It is not impossible to use the appearance as a copy, but the price is too high.

After all, if the anchor suddenly changes appearance, it will be very difficult for the audience who are already familiar with the image of the anchor.

Although Wen Jianyan is considered affluent among novice anchors, he is still reluctant to face such high accumulated expenses.

He admired the interface of his appearance and sighed regretfully.

Sooner or later, he will wear a copy of the appearance!

Is it the joy of buying skins in the game Krypton Gold? love it.

In the six hours, Wen Jianyan gained a lot.

He found that the amount of information obtained by the anchors in high-level guilds is completely unmatched by ordinary anchors, especially many old guilds. They have thoroughly "touched" the internal rules of the nightmare, and they clearly know how to use the rules in the rules. Get your own stuff as far as you can.

For example, although the anchor cannot choose the dungeon he enters next, he can control the difficulty of the next dungeon within an acceptable range by controlling the anchor level in the team, which can not only reduce the death rate of the anchor, but also According to a method to bring new people in the guild.

In addition, they can also predict the next dungeon of the anchor in the guild through the talent of the anchor. If there are required types of props, they will form a team according to the information, and carry out the dungeon for that dungeon. explore.

Even hidden items of the same level will have a level zone after they become props.

The higher the grade, the longer the duration, and the stronger the function.

There are actually quite a few items on the market that can destroy ghosts, just like the toy gun props Ji Guan gave him in [Fukang Private General Hospital]. However, the props can often target ordinary ghosts. On the dungeon boss, not only may it be completely useless, but it will also anger the other party and make him die faster.

What Wen Jianyan needed was an item that could directly target the dungeon boss.

"Of course there are props!"

One of the representatives of one of the guilds patted his chest and said: "We happen to have a C-rank anchor, and the broadcast will start in about ten days. The dungeon he enters will have similar items that can damage the boss. If you are willing to join our guild , as soon as the transfer procedure is completed, you can be incorporated into the team!"

He coughed lightly: "I will also join the team at some point, and I can also take care of it together."

The red-haired beautiful woman had a smile on her lips, and her amber fox eyes raised slightly with a terrifying charm: "Really? Thank you very much."

She leaned over slightly, her snow-white neck bent in a Xiu arc: "I will consider it."

After six hours.

Wen Jianyan finally ended her courtesan journey.

"Bang."

The room closed behind him.

At the moment of entering the room, the appearance of Wen Jianyan's body was automatically removed, and he changed from a strong two-meter tall man to a young man with a slender figure.

His expression was gloomy, and after taking two staggering steps, he was face down and planted on the soft sofa with a thud, which shocked Su Cheng and Ji Guan.

They quickly jumped up and surrounded them: "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

Wen Jianyan moved his head, "exposed" half of his face, and said weakly:

"I'm exhausted..."

Although he is good at disguising and deceiving people, after six consecutive hours of non-stop role switching and testing each other, even if Wen Jianyan thinks he has good strength, he can't stand the high-intensity consumption, and almost can't stand it. .

It's like a marathon.

Ji Guan leaned down, poked Wen Jianyan's shoulder, and whispered, "I added more chocolate next time. I'll keep it for you in the kitchen."

Wen Jianyan sighed and shook his head sullenly: "No, I don't have the energy to eat now."

is sleepy.

He got up slowly and with difficulty, and the muscles and bones on his body made an overwhelmed clack. Wen Jianyan moved his neck, then turned and staggered toward the room, without turning his head to the back. The man waved his hand and said lazily:

"I'm going to sleep first, you call me."

After returning to his room, Wen Jianyan took a shower with the last remaining strength, then threw himself on the soft big bed and rolled slowly.

His muscles are sore now, his brain power has also been declared exhausted, and the whole person is groggy.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and turned off the light with a "pop".

The darkness full of security came over, and in almost a short breath, Wen Jianyan fell into a deep sleep.

...

Wen Jianyan knew that he was dreaming.

Since entering a nightmare live broadcast room, every time he slept, he would inevitably have nightmares.

After all, although Wen Jianyan won't defeat the things in the copy, he is still a normal human being.

Sometimes it is a copy that I have personally experienced, and the broken bloody fragments are randomly put together, and the faces that are familiar or unfamiliar are overlapped and moved in front of my eyes, some are anchors, some are NPCs, some are ghosts, and some are one. Simple facial features.

Specter, escape, scream.

Sometimes he would dream of his own death - disembodied, bloody and tragic.

but……

In the next three days after the last dungeon ended, despite all the terrible things he had experienced, his sleep quality improved.

Wen Jianyan floated up and down in the half-dream, half-awake, recalling vaguely.

There are no longer all kinds of bizarre and terrifying pictures in the dream. On the contrary, there is an endless darkness in my mind, which is endless, deadly and peaceful.

Perhaps his ability to accept is stronger than before.

However, today's dream is different from the past.

The darkness that had been quiet for three days began to roll for some unknown reason, and gradually condensed into a familiar human figure.

The distance between the other party and himself seems to be very far away, but for some reason, Wen Jianyan can clearly describe the other party's face in his heart——

A spell-like tattoo, jet-black hair, and cold, golden eyes.

...

The sleeping young man seemed uneasy, his brows slightly furrowed, fine beads of sweat oozing out of his pale forehead, hair sticking to it, and his breathing involuntarily increased slightly.

He involuntarily turned over, and the edges of his loose clothes were lifted, revealing a narrow waist with a graceful and tight shape.

The hip bones are thin, the white abdomen is slightly sunken, and on the soft sweaty skin, the scarlet and complicated brand is immersed in the shadow covered by the cloth.

With the young man's unsteady breathing, the tattoo looked particularly gorgeous and treacherous, and seemed to be still flashing with a faint golden luster.

in a dream.

The smell of blood lingered on the nose, and something in the darkness around him controlled it, rolled it consciously, and wrapped around the instep of the young man.

Wen Jianyan frowned, took two steps back, and the darkness around his ankles disappeared like mist.

He raised his head, his pupils shrank subconsciously.

The figure of the man who was still far away and could hardly be seen just now, for some reason, the distance from him has shortened a lot. Although there is still a thick and deep darkness, Wen Jianyan can still see the pair of golden "color" clearly. Inhuman pupils.

"Damn it, no matter how you dream, it doesn't make you quiet."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand irritably and "rubbed" her hair.

Is it because the other party has given him too much psychological shadow?

It's so haunted, yet still chasing dreams...

"Are you sure?"

The man's deep voice sounded in the darkness, he took another step forward, and a cruel smile flickered in the depths of his eyes:

"dream?"