Chapter 12

The two stumbled to the fourth floor with the fastest speed.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological reason, but this layer is much darker than the other three layers. The darkness is like a sponge, sucking up all the sounds, leaving only a disturbing boundless silence.

Wen Jianyan stopped for a while and did not continue to charge forward.

"What, what's wrong?" Su Cheng panted heavily and turned his head to look over.

Wen Jianyan shook her head, took two steps towards the stairwell, put one hand on the handrail, and looked down cautiously.

"..."

There was silence in the stairwell.

Whether it was the clicking sound of the utility knife being pushed, or the strange humming sound of the old witch, they all disappeared, as if they were isolated in another dimension.

"I didn't catch up." Wen Jianyan looked back and frowned.

Su Cheng stood beside him blankly, his chest still heaving rapidly, and looked at the young man in front of him with some puzzlement.

Isn't this a good thing?

But why... the other party's face didn't have the slightest sense of ease, instead it seemed to be more solemn?

Seeing that Wen Jianyan didn't seem to be ready to move forward, Su Cheng said in horror:

"Wait, you, don't you want to go back?"

Looking at the dark stairwell, thinking of the two NPCs who were chasing after him, Su Cheng couldn't help shivering, and suggested:

"How about we look around on the fourth floor? Maybe there will be some clues."

Not to mention whether can go on now, even if can, might fall into the same situation as before.

Now, there was only one last way left in front of him.

- keep going.

"……it is good."

Wen Jianyan sighed and nodded weakly: "Let's go."

There is a stale dust smell floating in the air, the temperature is very low, it is a bit colder than the downstairs, the cone-like chill penetrates the thin clothes and gradually invades the texture.

There was no light source in the entire corridor, and everything was shrouded in increasing darkness.

The closed doors passed by.

The quiet and scary sound in my ears can only hear the slight friction between the soles and the ground when walking.

"Fumbling" forward in the dark, the concept of time seems to be distorted, every second is almost stretched into a century, and the space seems to be stretched infinitely, which makes people almost feel a strange trance.

"when"

A dull bell rang from downstairs, and the dusty air vibrated, causing people to shudder subconsciously.

"When-when-"

The bell continued to ring, and it struck twelve.

It's twelve o'clock.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in their ears at the same time:

"Ding, it has been detected that the anchor's live broadcast has reached three hours. Do you want to start the settlement of points?"

The sudden voice startled Su Cheng, and his shoulders trembled.

He secretly glanced at Wen Jianyan, and when he saw that the other party didn't seem to notice his gaffe, he felt relieved and replied secretly in his mind:

"Turn on."

At the same time, Wen Jianyan was doing the exact same thing.

His face was calm, he looked ahead, and while walking forward, he replied in his heart, "Open."

"In the 789326qwk of the e-class live broadcast room, the average number of viewers per hour is 7000, and the points can be exchanged for 700.

If it is detected that the host is a novice host, the points you get for this live broadcast will be doubled, and 1400 points have been settled into your account for you.

There is still 3200 points left to upgrade your live broadcast room, please make persistent efforts and create greater glories! "

"In your live broadcast, you received a total of 226 tips and a total of 4150 tip points.

If it is detected that the host is a novice host, your live broadcast system will not take any share, and 4150 points have been settled into your account for you. "

【The remaining points in your account are: 28450】

[The next point settlement time is: 3:00]

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan exchanged the two-hour survival time again to ensure that she survived until the next settlement.

After the purchase, the voice sounded again:

【The remaining points in your account are: 10450】

Wen Jianyan's steps suddenly stopped suddenly.

At the moment when the sound in his ear fell, his peripheral vision caught the existence of a door not far away.

The yellow paint on the door is peeling off, the door shaft is rusted, and the house number hangs crookedly on it.

【408】

In the darkness around them, the three half-rusted figures seemed extremely dazzling and abrupt, as if an invisible force attracted his attention.

"..."

day.

Wen Jianyan gave a slight last twitch.

He was expressionless and walked straight forward without looking sideways.

After a few seconds.

Room [408] appeared next to him again.

Wen Jianyan didn't even look at it, and once again picked up the pace silently—

Soon, the sign of Room [408] appeared hauntingly in front of him again.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His feet were flying, and the doors were quickly thrown behind him, but [408] still appeared in the field of vision again.

Su Cheng was tired and panting, barely keeping up with Wen Jianyan's pace: "Little, little brother Wen, don't you think it's a little too long for us to go?"

The corridor stretched endlessly into the darkness in the distance, as if in an endless fall.

Based on the size of the building, this corridor should not have ended by now, no matter what.

I don't know when it started, the lights in the stairwell have long been engulfed by the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

There was only darkness behind.

The bedrooms on both sides of the corridor are not numbered, the doors are closed tightly, as if they have been welded to death, and the dark windows stare at them absently.

It seems that there is only this endless corridor left in the whole world, and the two lonely people in the corridor.

... the ghost hit the wall?

Su Cheng shivered involuntarily.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Do you think I don't know!

I just don't want to know!

He finally gave up struggling, stopped slowly, and said feebly:

"Ah, that seems to be the case..."

Su Cheng stopped and managed to straighten his breathing.

He didn't seem to notice Wen Jianyan's strange reaction, but began to probe the surrounding environment very cautiously. Suddenly, he seemed to find something:

"Hey! Speaking of which, room 408...Did we pass by before?"

Wen Jian said dryly, "Is there, I didn't notice it."

Unexpectedly, he was the first to discover the clues this time. Su Cheng was suddenly full of strength, and felt that he finally came in handy:

"This room is definitely not ordinary!"

he said firmly.

Su Cheng approached cautiously and gently pushed the door with his fingertips, only to hear a creaking sound, and 408 opened a small gap.

He said excitedly: "This door can be pushed open!"

The other doors that passed by on the road were all locked tightly, and only this door could be pushed.

This shows what!

This shows that here is the clue they have been looking for!

Su Cheng turned his head with bright eyes: "Brother Wen, let's go, let's go in."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

...help.

"Don't worry, if there is any accident," Su Cheng raised his chest and said firmly, "I will definitely protect you!"

Wen Jianyan's mouth twitched: "...Thank you."

Although he is very sure that there is danger inside the door, even Wen Jianyan has to admit that in the current situation of ghosts hitting the wall, ramming around in the corridor like a headless fly can only consume himself needlessly. The physical strength does not help to improve the current situation.

No matter how reluctant he is, from the current situation...

Walking into room [408] has become his only option.

Su Cheng opened the door first and walked towards the door.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand, pinched her eyebrows, sighed, and had to bite the bullet and follow.

He raised his hand and slowly pushed open the half-open door in front of him.

Darkness, boundless darkness enveloped his vision.

"……Hey."

Wen Jianyan frowned and whispered.

No one responded.

"Where are you?"

Still no response.

The room in front of him was pitch-dark and dead, and the only response to him was the endless hollow sound of wind. The person who had entered the room only a dozen seconds before him, disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if being swallowed up.

The rotten and cold air poured into the nasal cavity, causing the body temperature to drop slowly.

A strange shudder slowly climbed up his back.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forced to open the system mall calmly, and spent 20 points to buy a flashlight.

"Clap."

A beam of light appeared in the darkness, illuminating the scene in front of him.

...a lot of mirrors.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

In front of him were several huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors, each reflecting the light of a flashlight and his own expressionless nervous face.

The mirrors are scattered together, and there is a path in the middle, extending into the depths of the endless "labyrinth" group.

As far as the eye can see, there is no second person.

Wen Jianyan swallowed her saliva and turned her head to look behind her.

I don't know when it started, the door that came in disappeared, leaving only countless mirrors standing quietly behind him, quietly reflecting his own figure.

"..."

There is no way back.

Wen Jianyan had no choice but to settle down and walked towards the mirror's labyrinth.

The flashlight in his hand is mirrored by countless light sources.

Countless mirrors reflected the young man's figure from all directions. As soon as he moved, countless shadows moved at the same time, as if he was surrounded and monitored by countless mirrors, which was terrifying.

Although each mirror contains the same face, after looking at it for a long time, it will give people a strange and different feeling.

Wen Jianyan was already intuitive and sensitive. Surrounded by countless mirrors, every nerve was kept in a state of extreme vigilance. A slight noise at the edge of his sight would instantly make him nervous, but after walking for a few minutes, He felt physically and mentally exhausted.

until

Under the light of the flashlight, a little girl appeared not far away.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

Xiaojie?

He took a few steps forward, but stopped just before hitting a mirror.

Wen Jianyan stopped.

He suddenly realized that what he saw was the picture in the mirror.

In the picture, the little girl holds the newly replaced "milk" teeth in her hands, sends it to a huge mirror that looks very strange, and makes a wish in an innocent and childish voice - I hope I can help my mother.

The little girl's figure disappeared.

Wen Jianyan continued to move forward.

In the next mirror, the old witch wailed and knelt in front of the mirror, cutting off her waist-length hair with the knife in her hand—let my daughter come back, I am willing to be your slave.

Wen Jianyan paused and continued to move forward.

In the next mirror.

The drenched old witch stood in front of the mirror, her facial features twisted and ugly, like a ghost.

She plucked out her own eyeballs with a knife—I gave my eyes in exchange for more eyes, and let the man who pretended to be a trainee teacher but who took his daughter away from me have nothing to hide.

The skin cracked, and Gollum's malicious eyes grew from beneath the flesh.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

This paragraph should have happened after he entered the dungeon.

That is, [NPC Alienation].

He stepped forward again.

This time, all the pictures disappeared.

Only the sharp knife lay quietly on the ground, reflecting the icy luster.

His own face was reflected in each mirror, and it looked eerily different in the pale light of the flashlight.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and turned to leave—

But in the next second, his movements suddenly stopped.

He turned around, but the self in the mirror... but not.

Wen Jianyan slowly turned her head and looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, he smiled and looked back.

To be precise, Wen Jianyan in all the mirrors showed the same expression and the same movement——

"Wen Jianyan" smiled and stretched out her hand.

Make a wish.

Wen Jianyan heard her own voice ringing in her mind.

Numerous phantoms gradually surrounded him.

Make a wish.

The voice was getting louder and clearer, as if it sounded from all directions, revolving in his mind.

Wen Jianyan saw her own reflection in the mirror bending down slowly.

"...!"

Could it be that

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and watched helplessly as she picked up the knife that the old witch used to gouge out her eyes, and then slowly put it across her little finger.

There was a tingling pain at the end of the little finger.

Wen Jianyan looked down and found a fresh bloodstain on her finger.

Wen Jianyan in the mirror smiled, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider, looking almost malicious—

However, Wen Jianyan moved faster.

Almost without thinking, he shoved upwards with the pulp of his fingers.

The flashlight went out with only a "click" sound.

The light source disappears.

All that was left was an endless darkness and tranquility.

Wen Jianyan panted slightly, her stiff fingers still numb.

Without the light source, the mirror would be useless.

Fortunately, it seems that the rules here and the 408 classrooms in the teaching building are common.

But... now the same question arises, how does he get out of this room?

While Wen Jianyan was thinking hard, a familiar touch suddenly came from his feet.

Wet and sticky, like a skinned cat rubbing against his ankle affectionately.

This is... Little Orange!

Is it not only the rules, but the space between these two rooms is also common!

When Wen Jianyan destroyed the altar according to the contents of the booklet and released this little thing, he really didn't expect this cat to play such a big role.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Xiaoju's guidance and walked forward.

In the pitch-darkness where he could not see his fingers, Wen Jianyan "groped" forward with difficulty, and sometimes even bumped into the mirror wall from time to time.

Stumbled away for an unknown time, and the surrounding space suddenly opened up.

"Meow."

A thin cat meow sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the sticky touch that had been around his feet disappeared.

……Arrived?

Wen Jianyan hesitated for a moment, then covered the flashlight with one hand, leaving only a gap between her fingers, and then turned the flashlight on again.

A faint light overflowed from between his fingers, barely illuminating the front.

What appeared in front of him was not a door, not a corridor, but an endless darkness. In the darkness, a huge mirror stood silently in front of him.

This mirror looks heavy and strange, with strange patterns carved on the edge, wrapping around the entire mirror like vines.

Pulled by some kind of weird attraction, Wen Jianyan took a step and walked towards the mirror.

Strangely, his face was not reflected in the mirror.

Rather...

Wen Jianyan frowned and slowly moved closer.

The phantom of a man lies in the mirror, immersed in the shadows, the long soft jet-black hair spreads under him, and on the pale skin, the strange dark lines meander on the pale texture, as if Tattoos are like spells.

So peaceful, so peaceful.

So scary again.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Wen Jianyan's back.

- It's a biological horror.

It's like staring at the abyss that is about to fall, and can only stare at the endless darkness and devour yourself.

Perceiving the danger, the animal's natural "sex" is trembling frantically, every cell is screaming to escape, and the limbs can hardly control the urge to escape——

This feeling is expressed in precise words, but one thing Wen Jianyan is very clear.

Although that phantom fully conforms to the standard of "human appearance", it is not ugly, and there is not even the slightest distortion, but for some reason, the sense of pressure he brings far exceeds any ghost he has encountered in the entire dungeon. , and even the mirror itself is even more terrifying, almost completely surpassing his own cognition as a human being.

The inhuman, almost ghost-like, primitive sense of terror emanating from the other party made Wen Jianyan instinctively "hair".

Run away!

While there is still time!

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision and turned around to run!

However, the moment before his action, the strange force that attracted him here suddenly intensified!

"this……?!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked to find that his limbs had lost the power to move, and his whole body was being drawn into the mirror uncontrollably. The man in the shadow was getting closer and closer to him——

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened suddenly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Ah, ah, ah, ah, have to be awkward!

Don't come here ah ah ah ah!

The mirror surface swayed slightly, like an open film, swarming towards the young man in front of him, whispering softly.

come on.

Beautiful offering, offering your body and soul.

come on.

Bow down to God the Father and be the nourishment for his awakening.

From toes, to calves, to knees, to thighs—

Wen Jianyan felt that his body was being pulled and slumped rapidly, as if he was swallowed bit by bit into the mouth of a giant beast. The weird and frightening feeling made him stand on end.

Looking at the phantom of the man who was getting closer and closer to him, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

"Backpack! Open the backpack!"

Although he cherishes his hard-won points, and every life-saving item is ridiculously expensive, if he continues like this, he will really be finished!

However, for some unknown reason, the system seemed to be malfunctioning, and no matter how Wen Jianyan called, it couldn't be adjusted.

It's just like being disconnected.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Rubbish!

The man in the phantom was getting closer and closer, and Wen Jianyan could almost see the other side's pale and sharp chin and beautifully curved lower lip. It became more and more distinct, slowly "approaching" him.

Wen Jianyan: "."

Isn't it right?

He's not going to end this, is he?

He clenched his teeth, his heart sank, and he shoved the back of his hand to his mouth.

Hit your upper and lower teeth hard!

In the next second, blood splashed, and the hot scarlet "liquid" dripped down.

pat.

Bright red and bloody, a piece of tissue even with the flesh rolled to the ground.

Wen Jianyan spat the excess blood in his mouth to the ground, and shouted in an extremely calm voice:

"I want to make a wish!"

The speed of the subsidence stopped.

Wen Jianyan saw that his face finally appeared on the mirror.

"Wen Jianyan" in the mirror smiled and asked, "So, what sacrifice are you willing to make for your wish?"

Wen Jianyan raised the corners of her blood-stained mouth, and "exposed" a bloody smile that looked even more terrifying than the person in the mirror, and said decisively:

"My soul."

"... Actively donate?"

"Wen Jianyan" in the mirror was slightly startled, a flash of greed flashed across his eyes, and the next second, the corners of his lips rose even more, and he commented with admiration:

"Ah, being 'color' is good."

"What do you wish for?"

The person in the mirror became solid, and his tone even became a little urgent.

Wen Jianyan calmly pointed to the sleeping phantom in the mirror:

"I want him."