Chapter 49

The corridor is narrow and long, and under the dim light, the pale smile hole of the paper figurine looks extraordinarily infiltrating, following him closely.

Wen Jianyan heard a familiar system in his ears:

[Main Mission 1: Find the next shooting location within two hours]

[Completion: 100%]

[Main Mission 2: Go to the shooting location for shooting, the duration should not be less than ten minutes]

[Completion: 100%]

Okay, done!

He happily put away the phone, without the slightest conscious "sex" of being chased.

The mood of the others was far less relaxed than that of Wen Jianyan.

Wang Hanyu ran out of breath, gritted his teeth and said:

"I, it's not the way for us to be chased like this!"

Humans' physical strength is limited, and if they continue to be chased like this, they will be caught sooner or later.

He looked at Chen Mo: "Why don't you—"

Before Wang Hanyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Mo:

"no!"

Chen Mo glanced at Wang Hanyu sternly: "I told you before."

"..." Wang Hanyu's expression was gloomy for a moment, and he didn't answer any more.

Wen Jianyan continued to shoot backwards while looking thoughtfully at the two anchors beside her.

Before that, he noticed these two people. The two anchors obviously knew each other, and they probably came in as a team, just like him and Su Cheng.

They cooperated well before, and knew each other's talents, so they should form a team more than once.

but……

They don't seem to have a complete understanding of each other.

Accidentally disagreement, basically the final result is Chen Mo's decision, but Wang Hanyu doesn't seem to be completely docile and obedient.

Wen Jianyan guessed that there should be an obscure upper-level relationship between them, with Chen Mo leading and Wang Hanyu obeying.

...A member of the same guild?

Wang Hanyu suddenly stopped walking without warning.

"What are you doing?" Chen Mo was startled.

Wang Hanyu didn't answer, he turned around, clenched his teeth, and Zhu glared fiercely at the paper figurine that was gradually approaching not far away, and threw something backward in his hand—

"Fuck!"

The sound of boiling water sounded, and the paper figurine's body suddenly curled up and deformed, melting, shrinking, and disappearing as if encountering concentrated sulfuric acid.

Even before disappearing, there was still a bright smile on those pale faces.

"I said, there is no need to use props so early!" Chen Mo was shocked and angry.

Wang Hanyu: "Then are we going to be chased like this?"

Chen Mo: "In case..."

"There is no emergency if a person dies." Wang Hanyu interrupted him impatiently: "Also, this paper figurine is quite fragile as a monster, and a C-level item can be completely removed. They must be chased by them and flee."

Chen Mo frowned: "You are too reckless."

"Hey."

Wen Jianyan, who had been silent since just now, suddenly spoke up, interrupting the thickening smell of "medicine" between the two.

There was a bit of inexplicable solemnity in his voice, the tone was cold and deep, and there was a sense of power that could not be ignored.

The two were stunned for a moment, then turned their heads subconsciously and looked in the direction of the person who spoke.

The young man put the phone back in his pocket, raised his head, and stared at them with those amber eyes. Although there was nothing unusual on his expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly tense.

He used restrained lines:

"Ten o'clock."

The moment his voice fell, the anchor couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine.

They all looked down at the time on the mobile phone screen. When they saw the number 00:00, a chill slowly crept into their hearts, and everyone couldn't help recalling what the doorman said just now.

[In the half of July, the gate of hell opens]

In the live broadcast hall of Antai Community, all the anchors were chatting hotly in the barrage area.

"!! Arrive at ten o'clock!"

"Hee hee, just wait for this time!"

"Ah, ah, ah, look forward, all came!"

"Come here, buy it and leave, how many anchors can die in the first ten minutes?"

"Crack."

With a harsh, glass-shattering sound, the gossip mirror hanging on the side of the door suddenly burst open, and then the whole thing was knocked down from the wall and fell straight to the ground.

The incense lit on the ground burst into flames, as if being swallowed by something, it shortened with a fast speed of meat.

The top of the rice started to blacken until it was completely black like ink.

"Chuckles".

"Chuckles".

A strange sound, as if the bones were rubbing, sounded from the bottom of the gossip mirror. The sound was so terrifying, it was almost terrifying. An instinctive sense of fear slowly rose from the depths of his soul.

The Bagua Mirror was slowly lifted.

Two pale arms stretched out from under the mirror, and their blue-white fingers clenched tightly on the ground, as if they were crawling out of the mirror.

Wen Jianyan's scalp was numb.

Even if you don't have Spirit Vision, you can feel that this guy is much more fierce than the few paper figurines just now combined!

The aura is not of an order of magnitude at all!

Almost no words needed, several people turned around at the same time, and fled frantically again under the whip of the desire to survive!

"Chuckles".

"Chuckles".

The friction of the bones sounded behind him, following him like a shadow.

The sound was so fast that it shortened the distance in an instant, almost as if it sounded behind the ear!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Wen Jianyan kept her head down and ran wildly, she couldn't even find a chance to turn her head, and the cold air came out from the back of her neck.

"Grass."

Chen Mo, who was beside him, cursed fiercely, took out a knife from his pocket, and suddenly opened a huge hole in his palm, and the bright red hot blood rushed out, and it turned into scarlet "color" the moment it touched the air. The chain was suddenly pulled open behind the crowd, and was struck by the unknown ghost, making an overwhelmed sound.

"Come on, it won't last for a few minutes!"

As he ran forward, he roared hoarsely, a little scarlet blood gushing from the bottom.

His endowment is actually a rare attack type.

Although this kind of gift can cause real damage to ghosts, the load caused by the anchor's body is extremely high, but in just a few breaths, Wen Jianyan saw that blood began to ooze from Fang's "hair" holes.

"Crack-!"

The sound of the chain breaking sounded from behind.

That weird giggle is "approaching" again!

As a D-level anchor, when other C-level anchors have finished their assignments, Wen Jianyan doesn't have a single skill to use!

He turned white with anger.

No wonder no anchor has crossed the dungeon, that's why!

As he ran, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, sneaking around to buy some life-saving props.

At this moment, a door not far ahead suddenly opened slowly, and a wisp of blue smoke overflowed from the crack of the door. Accompanied by the smell of incense ashes, a hoarse and terrifying voice sounded in the darkness:

"here."

The sound was old and muddy, echoing in the deadly silent corridor.

"!!!"

Everyone was startled, and reflexively looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The door was open, and it was pitch black inside, like a space full of unknowns, which made one couldn't help but want to retreat.

However, the harsh giggles behind him are already sticking to the back of his head, and there is no time to hesitate!

After all, that door is more attractive than being caught by that weird ghost.

The four of them gritted their teeth, rushed straight into the door at the fastest speed, and fell to the ground under the influence of inertia!

The door slammed shut behind them!

"Bang bang bang!"

"bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

There was a violent and rapid slam on the door, which made the heart crunch like a life-threatening spell, Wen Jianyan looked towards the door - the thin door panel was slammed hard, and layers of dust fell.

A strange pattern of scarlet lines was drawn on the door panel. The upper floor was densely covered with a spell of cinnabar on a yellow background. The floor was thickly piled with white coarse salt to form a long line, which vibrated under the violent shaking of the door panel. , appears fragile and thin, as if it will be broken through in the next second.

"bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Across the door, the strange friction of "cluck" could be heard again, and footsteps wandered outside the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the door knocking stopped.

"..."

The long-lost silence came, and Wen Jianyan slowly let out a sigh of relief. He still heard his strong heartbeat in his ears, and the pain caused by the overuse of muscles slowly hit.

"You are safe for now." The hoarse and old voice came from a corner of the room.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked in the direction from which the sound came from.

Heavy, the sound of the cane hitting the ground.

An aging "woman" came out of the dark corner, a small and rickety, bark-like old woman holding a knotted pale cane in her hands, wearing simple white laundry, loose clothes. His face was trembling slightly, and a pair of beads were covered with thick turbid white shading: "But, it's only temporary. It's half July."

"They will get stronger and stronger until they make the whole building their domain."

"Wait until tomorrow..."

The old "woman" said tremblingly, "Even if it's me, there's nothing they can do."

Wang Hanyu got up and asked respectfully, "Well, may I ask who you are...?"

"Just call me Wenma."

The old "woman" replied.

"Just now..." Su Cheng turned his head to look in the direction of the door, in shock: "What was that just now?"

"Evil spirits."

Wen Po leaned on a cane and slowly walked to the passage between the living room and the kitchen.

There, there was a huge shrine, which was as high as one person. The shrine was surrounded by incense smoke, and the brass Bodhisattva sat in it, surrounded by various talismans, some small, some small, Some are made of wicker, some are made of peach wood, and some are made of Wen Jianyan who cannot identify the material at all.

The Bodhisattva sits cross-legged in the lotus flower, holding the instrument in one hand and the head in the other. The three holes are facing in different directions, and the expressions on each face are different.

He is compassionate and peaceful, his left brow is angry, and his right is sad and weeping.

Wen Po devoutly bowed to the Bodhisattva three times, then pointed to the crack on the Bodhisattva's base to everyone, and said slowly:

"The bodhisattva suppressed the evil spirits with blessings, so that they could not be 'chaotic'. However, three months ago, someone stole the soul lock altar and destroyed the magic circle, and it became more and more difficult for me to suppress them in another world. "

She sighed tremblingly:

"Especially now to July, the Yin Qi is getting heavier and heavier. I can feel that they are expanding their power... There is not much time left to completely break the seal and assimilate this place."

At this moment, Chen Mo has skillfully bandaged the wound on his palm and looked up:

"Is there any way to stop it?"

"Retrieve the Soul Locking Altar."

Po Wen lifted the pair of pearls covered with white shades, looked at the questioner, and said in an old voice, "As long as the soul lock altar is retrieved, the Bodhisattva will have the opportunity to regain his strength and "force" the evil spirit back into the mirror again. ."

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.

He deftly took a half-step back, hiding in the shadows, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning on the screen.

[High Difficulty Side Mission Refresh: Retrieve the Lost Soul Locking Altar]

[Completion: 0%]

This task is very normal, but the style of the next one has changed...

[Main quest refresh: Take pictures for evil spirits]

Wen Jianyan picked it up: "???"

ha?

Under some strange premonition, he slowly opened his ID card expressionlessly.

【Identify card】

Name: Wu Qinghe

Age: 22

Occupation: Detective anchor

Related Plot: [Your name is Wu Qinghe, you are a spiritual anchor who signed a contract with a platform. Recently, you heard that there were many supernatural incidents in the Antai community, so on July 14th, you brought your equipment to Here, get ready to shoot footage for your new video, "Zhongyuan Festival".

You came to room 1304 where the murder case happened a month ago. Here, you met the mother of the victim who had gone mad. So, in order to get more information and insider information, you decided to disguise as Fang's dead son, Zhou Xiuqing. 】

The identity card was updated again, and a paragraph of text appeared below the relevant plot.

[At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the gate of hell opens.

After narrowly escaping, you meet the woman who lives in the Ankang community. From her, you learn about the appearance of evil spirits and how to stop them.

So, in order to make your video more topical and get more attention and traffic, you decided to take a photo of an evil spirit as the cover of this video.

You firmly believe that this will definitely make this video popular. 】

Wen Jianyan: "……………………"

good guy.

Then I'll be fucking dead.