chapter Five

At first glance, this woman is the key NPC in the entire dungeon, and it is the kind that publishes core tasks.

After Wen Po's voice fell, the mobile phones in all the anchors' pockets shook.

As C-level anchors, Chen Mo and Wang Hanyu immediately understood that this was a new mission released.

They couldn't help but feel refreshed.

This shows that they are on the right track this time.

"Who stole the Soul Locking Altar?" Chen Mo stood up and continued to ask, "Where should we find them?"

"The one who stole the soul altar is the resident of this building."

Wen Po staggered forward with a cane, and slowly lit the incense on the incense altar in front of the Bodhisattva statue.

Lowering his eyes, the corners of his wrinkled mouth trembled slightly: "They actively introduced evil things into their homes, not only harming themselves, but also their family members."

In other words, the residents who had the massacre happened were the ones who stole the soul lock altar.

"Could it be 1304 and 1306?"

Wang Hanyu was stunned for a while, and asked subconsciously.

"..."

Wen Po sighed, lowered her eyes, and recited something in her mouth: "The Bodhisattva is merciful."

Su Cheng thought about it and asked, "How many of the Soul Locking Altars have been lost?"

"altar."

Wen Po said slowly.

All the presenters were startled.

In other words, there should be another massacre in this building, but they haven't found the place yet.

"That is to say, as long as you find the Soul Locking Altar and put it in place, all this will be over?"

Wang Hanyu confirmed.

Po Wen raised her cloudy eyes, which were covered with white veil, and said slowly, "Naturally."

In this case, their next task is very clear, find the stolen soul lock altar, bring them here, and let the Bodhisattva suppress the evil spirits again.

Wang Hanyu and Chen Mo looked at each other and nodded.

Su Cheng twisted subconsciously, looking for Wen Jianyan's figure.

The young man stood alone at the junction of light and dark, leaning against the door frame with a relaxed posture, raising his eyes slightly, and staring at the brass "colored" Bodhisattva statue in front of him.

The candle in front of the Bodhisattva statue shimmered in his amber eyes, like a splash of fire.

He broke the silence:

"Since the soul altar is so dangerous, why did the residents steal them?"

Granny Wen stroked the beads on her wrist, her cloudy eyes lowered, and said slowly, "In order to regain freedom, evil spirits will tempt people with weak will."

Shao Yao, his voice hoarse and old: "They took the initiative to stay away from the bodhisattva's blessings and deviated from good thoughts."

Wang Hanyu assured: "Wen Po, believe us, we will bring the Soul Locking Altar and let this end."

Wen Po raised her eyes and said slowly:

"In that case, I have something here that should be of use."

Going to the chest of drawers next to the statue of Bodhisattva, a small mahogany box was taken out from the cabinet. The lid of the box was pulled open, making a harsh rubbing sound.

Wen Po caught a handful of incense ashes from the incense burner, muttered words in his mouth, and then slowly sprinkled the incense ashes into the box.

After doing all this, take out a palm-sized gossip mirror from the box.

"This is……?"

Wen Jianyan was startled.

Wen Po: "You should have noticed that after nightfall, the whole building has changed."

really.

There was only one floor of the original high-rise building with enough floors, and the remaining two floors were radiated in all directions with the building as the main axis, and the three-dimensional structure became a plane structure.

"Actually, this is the power of evil spirits that is changing our world."

Wen Po carefully stroked the mirror surface with her palm covered with incense ashes, making the already gray mirror surface even darker, making it impossible for people to penetrate her shadow: "Now, its power has expanded to the point where I can't suppress it. , the border between the underworld and the underworld has become blurred, and in a few hours, we will be drawn into that world forever."

"But...it hasn't reached that point yet."

Wen Po looked at the anchors in front of her and said slowly, "The Soul Locking Altar is no longer on our side, but is hidden in the opposite realm."

"If you want to take the soul lock altar, you need to go through this mirror, cross the boundary between yin and yang, and go to that world to find it.

"This trip is dangerous, do you really want to?"

"Of course." The anchors nodded.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Not at all.

But do I have a choice?

Granny Wen scanned the room with her cloudy eyes, and then handed the mirror to Wang Hanyu:

"Your spiritual 'sex' is the strongest, and this thing will be handed over to you for safekeeping."

"OK."

Wang Hanyu took a step forward and stretched out his hand to take it from the mirror. The moment his fingers touched the mirror, his movements involuntarily paused for a moment.

Wen Jianyan keenly captured the other party's brief pause.

……Well.

In this case, this mirror must be a hidden object in this copy.

However, although its rarity is not easy to say, it should be either common or difficult, and the legendary performance is not great.

After explaining how to use the mirror, the group left Po Wen's room.

After a brief discussion, they finally decided to go back along the same path and go to 1304, where they had visited once, to find the Soul Locking Altar.

Outside the door, the giggling monster disappeared, leaving only a cold and dead corridor. The rice on the ground was completely black, the root incense on the noodles was burnt out, and the fruits placed around were also shriveled and rotten. Bad.

There was a disturbing eerie vibe in the air.

After leaving the room, Chen Mo tried to contact the anchors who were separated from them earlier.

No one should answer.

This is not a good sign.

The group moved forward with more caution, for fear of encountering any more terrifying creatures that came out to make chaos.

The floor is here.

Compared with when they left before, this floor has changed even more. The walls next to it have begun to widen, the distance of the corridor has been doubled, and the opposite door that was close at hand has now become extraordinarily far away.

The lights on the top flickered dimly, with a faint red light.

But at least the order of the house numbers has not changed.

Soon, they came to the door of room 1304.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly reached out and pushed the door open.

The door opened silently inward.

A strong rancid odor was surging in the air, and the four terrifying paper figurines disappeared, leaving only an empty, pitch-dark room.

The four entered.

"Are you ready?" Wang Hanyu looked around and said, "I started."

He pressed his palm against the cold and cloudy mirror surface, and began to slowly recite a few formulas taught to him by Mrs. Wen.

Not like Chinese, nor Sanskrit.

The syllables are weird and weird, and they can only be memorized by rote, like some kind of incantation, repeated over and over again in a deliberately lowered voice, 'swinging' in the dark and narrow room, causing some inexplicable chills down the spine.

Along with the chanting, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and life hurts like a knife's edge.

There was a distant and shredding vague sound in the ear, as if the room was crowded with countless ghosts, whispering in the ears of everyone.

The next second, the world is spinning.

A strong attraction is deep inside the mirror, pulling everyone to the inside of the mirror!

Su Cheng felt dizzy and his stomach rolled, as if his whole body was stuffed into the front-loading washing machine for several times. He staggered under his feet and nearly fell.

Perception a little cage.

He opened his eyes.

The scene around him seems to be no different from before. He is still standing in 1304, but it seems that something has changed drastically.

After being stunned for a second, Su Cheng realized where the strangeness came from.

Everything around him was turned upside down, as if he were in a mirror plane.

Everything was shrouded in a faint red color, and there was a disgusting, strange smell in the air.

Bloody, rancid, and cold.

"Only with the help of mirrors can we return to the real world."

Wang Hanyu carefully put the gossip mirror in his pocket, turned to look at the other members of the team, and exhorted: "We must act together, we must not be separated, you must follow me closely, once separated, you will be able to Trapped here forever."

Su Cheng felt a chill on his back.

He nodded quickly.

"..."

Wang Hanyu was startled, he frowned, looked around the room again, and then said with some doubts: "Speaking of which... where is that NPC?"

Su Cheng was stunned for a while, and quickly turned to look.

There were only people left in the whole room, he, Wang Hanyu, and Chen Mo.

When Wang Hanyu was chanting the incantation, Wen Jianyan, who had been standing beside him, disappeared without a trace without a trace.

Su Cheng: "..."

? ? ?

What about dog liars?

Spinning around, dizzy.

It felt so familiar, almost exactly the same every time entered the hidden route.

However, one thing is completely different.

Amid the dizziness, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that on his wrist, the skin wrapped by the bandage was astonishingly hot, as if molten lava was surging under the skin, as if it was about to burn from the inside out. similar.

...so hot.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and subconsciously reached out her other hand to grab her wrist, hoping to ease the terrifying heat released from the inside out.

Soon, the dizziness disappeared.

"bump!"

Wen Jianyan went down and fell heavily to the ground.

The imaginary hardness and pain did not come as expected, on the contrary... the ground under the body seemed a little strange.

Soft, sticky and "moist" wet.

He blinked.

The blurred vision gradually became clear.

When he saw where he was, Wen Jianyan's face turned pale for a moment, and his stomach suddenly rolled.

As far as the eye can see, a scarlet.

This space is not large, that is, the size of an apartment.

I don't know when, the ground and walls turned into bloody soft fleshy walls, moist, sticky, squirming like living things, and the bottom of the wall was throbbing like a heart, like some kind of living body, sticky. , an instinctive feeling of intense nausea.

In the distance, near the other end of the wall, there are seven pitch-black, palm-sized black pottery pots neatly placed below. However, near the right side, there is a clear space. Just enough to put another black clay pot.

A strong bloody smell came from that direction.

[Integrity to] In the live broadcast room:

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"?????"

"What's the matter? Wasn't it still in 1304 just now?"

"And those jars look familiar... Does this seem to be a place in this dungeon? But why can't I remember it?"

"Grass, those jars are the soul lock altars that haven't been stolen! That means... this is actually the inner world of 1316?!"

"Good guy, so far, there are not many anchors who have entered the 1316 surface world, let alone the inner world."

"That's not certain. There are chains and spells outside. It looks fierce and vicious. How can a host be willing to enter?"

The lids on the tops of the seven jars began to chug down at the same time, as if something was trying to push the lids off.

"Giggle."

The familiar, tingling sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded.

A place the size of the mouth of the bowl of the pale palm stretched out, and below it was a thin and slender arm.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and slowly backed away uncontrollably.

This, isn't this the same monster that had been chasing after them after getting out of the mirror when they were in the corridor just now!

Only one at the time nearly killed them, but now there are seven in front of him! !

... day!

There are crawling scarlet flesh walls everywhere. There are no doors and windows, and there is no place to hide. All skills are cooling down. Even if there is a doctor's certificate to save his life, Wen Jianyan can't guarantee that he will be in the next minute. Find a way to escape.

Wen Jianyan stared at the ghost hand protruding from the jar not far away, breathing subconsciously lightened.

He also has the item [Holy Baby], maybe he can give him a chance to give it a shot.

Suddenly, without warning, Wen Jianyan felt something soft grab his ankle.

The next second, more soft and sticky things entangled behind him, and then yanked him back!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

Countless scarlet tentacles protruded from the squirming wall, fixed him firmly on the wall, slowly contracting and agitating, swallowing him little by little, the "liquid" secreted by the wall seemed to have corrosive "sex", accompanied by With a sizzling sound, Wen Jianyan's half-length clothes began to melt.

The ghost hand got longer, longer—

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

The harsh sound of bone friction 'swung' in the narrow space.

Fuck, don't use it now, there's no chance again!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth sharply.

【Remains of the Holy Infant: Awakening】

A small, snow-white baby floated in mid-air. It opened its eyes and looked at Wen Jianyan with pupils of the same color, with admiration and nostalgia in its eyes.

"Mother."

The baby stretched out his chubby arms and 'showed' him a cheerful smile.

The next second, the wall that had been trying to swallow Wen Jianyan froze suddenly, it stopped wriggling, as if touching a flame, and suddenly released the young man whose breath had changed.

[Obtaining the status of the mother of the world, duration: 30s]

Wen Jianyan jumped up, only ragged rags on his fair and thin half body, and his skin was corroded into a reddish color, but he didn't care about the pain, and rushed towards the wall in one direction.

The moment the props were activated, the youth's eyeballs turned into a rich pitch black, like a bottomless abyss, emitting a ghostly aura.

Wen Jianyan can now "see" the door.

However, time is running out.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the wall, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of the way."

The meat wall was wriggling unwillingly, and separated to the side under his order, struggling to "exposed" the cold and heavy black iron gate little by little.

In my ears, the countdown passed silently.

【15, 14, 13...】

A few seconds left.

No, there is not enough time.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth viciously.

He raised his other hand and pressed it firmly against the wriggling wall.

The bandages wrapped around the wrists have been corroded, and between the slender and thin wrists, the dark charms are like living creatures with fangs and claws, winding under the white skin.

The wall that was struggling to resist under the influence of the identity of the [Mother of the World] suddenly stopped moving.

"Who are you?"

A strange and stiff voice 'swayed' in the entire space, as if not very skilled, and said word by word.

"Father,"

Wen Jianyan was startled: "...?"

What?

"you and……"

"what relationship……"

The countdown beside my ears continued.

【8, 7, 6...】

five seconds.

Not enough to escape.

...have to do it another way.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan sounded.

In this dungeon, even though the buff of the Mother of Worlds disappeared, the man still said - "The taste has changed."

In other words, even if the countdown ends, the power will be lost, but the aura of the body should still be maintained for a while.

That being the case...

Just take the opportunity.

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision.

He retracted his hand and took a slow deep breath.

The young man's slender body was half-red/"naked", and the pale red "color" scars and the dark spells spread alternately on the fair skin. It looked strange and harmonious, with a kind of abusive beauty.

"I am the mother of the world, and he is God the Father."

Wen Jianyan stood on the spot and raised her eyes lightly. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes were as black as ink, and a cold ghost was rolling around.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips, provoked a careless arc, and asked back with a smile:

"Guess what our relationship is?"