Chapter 66

The number of people on the red side is slowly and continuously descending, but there is no sign of being refined at the Soul Locking Altar.

In the endless downsizing, all the anchors have reached the critical point of collapse.

And now, something even worse is happening.

Those teammates whose names were written on the yellow paper by their own hands, unexpectedly appeared in front of them again for some unknown reason!

Moreover, they obviously knew very well why they fell into such a field before. Soon, due to the revenge and the catalysis, their former teammates had to tear their faces one by one, and the red camp fell into chaos.

[Antai Community] In the live broadcast:

"Stimulate!"

"Ah ah ah, there is a big melee, I haven't seen such an exciting dungeon in a long time!"

"Speaking of which, the Black side really knows how to play, and it doesn't take a single pawn to stir up the Red side's chaos. Now the Red side is too busy to take care of himself, let alone complete the main quest."

"Yes, yes, it's really good. The original disadvantage was reversed in one fell swoop. No wonder there is one person in the second camp fighting Black. The dungeon is really reliable in terms of strength distribution."

"Ah, ah, damn, I regret it. I shouldn't have just played the red team without thinking at the beginning. The winning rate of the black team is definitely higher. No, I have to go to the live broadcast of the black team and vote for a point!"

"I also!"

In the dungeon of the faction battle team battle pattern, the audience's reward is bet. If the anchor they bet on wins, they can get a share after the dungeon is over. However, during the live broadcast, the audience can not live broadcast. Flow, both sides can be rewarded.

Half an hour before the end of the copy, the system will turn off the betting function and settle the audience's rewards. Whichever party has more rewards, the audience will count as a successful bet on which party. All points are counted as normal rewards and do not participate in the final bonus points.

In other words, if the audience is watching the live broadcast and realizes that the party they support now has a lower winning rate, and wants to change their support camp, they must go to the opposite live broadcast to reward a higher amount.

In terms of being a capitalist, Nightmare Live is one of the best.

"But speaking of it, isn't the situation so obvious now, why hasn't the winning rate determined by the system changed much?"

"Hey, yes, it seems that the winning percentage prediction bar hasn't moved since the faction war started..."

"? Is it a bug?"

In the dungeons of various factions and teams, in order to tempt the audience to make rewards and bets, the system will also calculate the winning percentages of both camps through the data in the dungeon, and the data bar will be displayed in the live broadcast square.

A win rate will also be refreshed and changed.

However, after the faction war mode of the dungeon of [Antai Community] was turned on, the win rate bar calculated by the system has not changed, and it has always remained at 50%. No matter Wen Jianyan began to absorb and convert believers, he also used the hatred of believers to make The red side is "chaotic", and the winning rate has not shifted to the black side, and there is even a tendency to favor the red side.

Wang Hanyu's face was very bad.

After he was unable to provide a new name for the woman, and refused to write his name, he was kicked out of the woman's hut.

Saying "rush" isn't quite accurate.

To be precise, he found that the "Wen Po's Room" in front of him began to gradually fade away. No matter the decorations in the room, the woman sitting at the table not far away, or the other players in the room, all looked like phantoms. It usually disappeared from his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing alone in the empty corridor with nothing on the side.

……Oh shit.

Wang Hanyu gritted his teeth secretly.

He knew that from the current situation, he had completely lost the chance to compete in the main line.

Then, according to his experience in the dungeon, the most important thing now is to protect himself, and redeem enough points to ensure that he does not go before the end of the main quest.

Wang Hanyu took a deep breath, lowered his head and glanced at the comparison of the numbers of the two camps in the backstage of his Nightmare app.

It's okay, anyway, the red side should still have the upper hand now, after all...

Wang Hanyu reached out and reached into his pocket.

The hard and cold touch of the wall of the Soul Locking Altar came from his fingertips, which gave him an inexplicable kind of strange peace of mind.

According to logic, if they want to create the tenth Soul Locking Altar, then Black's task should be the opposite of theirs, which is to destroy the Soul Locking Altar.

A Soul Locking Altar that he obtained in the melee before the faction war started.

That is to say, if the Soul Locking Altar is still in his hands, the other party should not be able to complete the main quest, and the red party will not all die.

but……

For some reason, Wang Hanyu felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

For no reason, the remarks of the fake precognition anchor kept reverberating in his mind.

"The tower is upright."

"Everything about you will break down from the deep down, disintegrate, and all the bad things you've done will be retributed on you.

……Do not make jokes.

Wang Hanyu gritted his teeth, his pale face twisted slightly involuntarily with strong emotions.

It's the same in Nightmare Live, if you don't kill you will be killed, an unbreakable truth! Not to mention, the other party has become his own obstacle!

In Nightmare, the qualifications for creating a guild are precious and demanding. Even a small guild is not an easy process to create. Moreover, the guild will receive more rewards and preferential treatment. Many large guilds will raise some shadow guilds and get double Welfare, enhance the competitiveness of your lord guild in the entire anchor market.

[Obsidian] The guild ranks in the top 20 on the entire ranking. Recently, the limelight is booming. They try to include them in Obsidian and use their guild as their shadow guild. Chen Mo categorically refused, no matter how the vice president Wang Hanyu persuaded him, he would not listen.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu decided to plan for his future.

Since writing Chen Mo's name on the yellow paper, until now, Wang Hanyu firmly believes that he has made the right choice.

Right now, Wang Hanyu's phone suddenly vibrated.

"Buzzing."

Wang Hanyu was startled and looked down at the screen of his mobile phone. In an instant, his face turned pale.

【Your guild leader is visiting your location】

What, how is it possible?

This function can only be used within the guild, and the cost of points is very high. If there is no emergency situation, almost no one will use it.

more important……

Shouldn't his guild leader be dead? !

"Da da da."

In the corridor not far away, there was the sound of footsteps gradually approaching.

Wang Hanyu's face turned pale, he slowly took a few steps back, then turned around abruptly, and ran in the opposite direction from the sound!

However, before he ran a few steps, the scarlet chain suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, blocking his path.

Wang Hanyu's forehead was full of cold sweat, his facial features were stiff, and he stood still and didn't dare to move.

A familiar, indifferent voice came from behind:

"I didn't expect it?"

Wang Hanyu stiffly turned his head little by little and looked behind him.

The teammate who should have died appeared at the end of the corridor without warning, his face was pale, and there were scarlet wounds on his forehead that seemed to be corroded.

He looked as if he had climbed up from the depths of hell.

"We can meet again"

Chen Mo smiled and said coldly, "I didn't expect it either."

Another anchor whose san value has dropped to a critical point has completed the baptism.

Wen Jianyan stood up and walked out.

Ji Guan came over, with a look of eagerness on his face: "How about it? We can occupy the entire dungeon if there are more left?"

As the earliest group of old believers, he is very enthusiastic about the development line.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the background of the Nightmare app, and glanced at it.

Although the number of the black side is still 1, the number of the red side has been reduced to less than 10. Except for those who were converted into followers by him, there should be some who did not die in the battle. In any case, the current power ratio An absolute offset should have occurred.

but……

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, revealing Ruoyou's expression.

Strange, why is it so obvious that Po Wen continues to enter people into the mirror's inner realm? If she hadn't realized that someone was making trouble the first and second time, she should have realized it now. The previous failures were not unexpected, but she hadn't stopped acting to change her strategy.

Hard to say-

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Ji Guan and Su Cheng, and hurriedly confessed: "I'll leave the internal affairs of the mirror to the two of you."

"……Eh?"

Ji Guan was dumbfounded: "What?"

Su Cheng, who had just arrived, was also suddenly alert: "Wait? What do you mean?"

However, before they could ask what was going on, the young man in front of him took out the gossip mirror from his pocket, his pale arm poked through the mirror and grabbed the other person's collar.

In a second, a flower flashed before their eyes, and the youth's form disappeared instantly.

? ? ?

Zuo Jiguan and Su Cheng were speechless and looked at each other.

What the hell are you giving us two? !

Your leader is too irresponsible!

Just as Wen Jianyan left the mirror inner world, the phone buzzed.

"...?"

He didn't expect it.

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled, and looked down at the phone screen.

An unknown call.

Wen Jianyan picked up the phone.

Chen Mo's voice sounded from the other end of the microphone. After simply reporting the room number of an apartment, he hung up immediately.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows, but walked in that direction according to her memory.

Soon, Chen Mo's form was not far away.

One of his hands was hanging to the side, the wound on the palm of his hand was split open, and scarlet blood trickled down his fingertips, dripping onto the ground and pooling into a pool of blood.

Chen Mo's chest heaved up and down rapidly, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.

Hearing the footsteps, Chen Mo looked in the direction of Wen Jianyan. He lowered his eyes and said in a calm and depressed voice, "Someone wants to make a deal with you."

He turned slightly sideways.

Seeing a embarrassed figure on the ground, trembling slightly.

Wang Hanyu raised a pale face full of tears and tears, looked at Wen Jianyan not far away, and said in a trembling voice, "I, I know where the last Soul Locking Altar is!"

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows and stepped forward: "Oh?"

The last soul-locking altar is definitely on a certain anchor. If he wants to continue to become an anchor, and gradually pull most of the red parties into his camp, the probability of finding it will gradually increase - of course, provided that he starts Just ready to get the Soul Locking Altar.

Wen Jianyan squatted in front of Wang Hanyu, stared at the other's twisted face, and said softly:

"You know what? If I get the Soul Locking Altar and complete the main quest, the rest of the anchors in your Red Party will die, including you."

Wang Hanyu walked forward on his knees and firmly grabbed Wen Jianyan's sleeve: "But, but you know how to free the anchors from the shackles of the camp! Right!"

He looked at Wen Jianyan with longing eyes: "I am willing to give you the Soul Locking Altar, and I want you to convert me into yours too!"

"It doesn't matter even if his red anchor is wiped out because of this?"

Wen Jianyan confirmed.

"I, I don't want to do that either, but..." Wang Hanyu raised his face full of tears: "The rules are the same! The live broadcast is cruel, and everyone will do anything to survive—"

Chen Mo silently stood aside, his face pale and cold.

He lowered his eyes, his fingers clenched silently, his flat nails poking hard into his soft palms.

"But, it's not enough."

Wen Jianyan interrupted the other party lightly.

Wang Hanyu was taken aback: "...what?"

"Just knowing where the Soul Locker Altar is is not enough."

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly: "The situation in the dungeon has changed too much, your knowledge may have been invalidated, and it is not even as simple as a Guiding Hand, although the number of exchanges for my Guiding Hand has been exhausted, But I believe that many red anchors are willing to give a guiding hand in exchange for a chance to live, don't they?"

Wang Hanyu's expression froze.

"You should understand a little bit, but even so, you offered me a deal..."

Wen Jianyan smiled and leaned closer: "Because the jar is on yours, right?"

This level of lies is not enough to see.

Wang Hanyu's heart trembled, he gritted his teeth consciously, and instantly tasted the taste of blood in his mouth.

——He knew that if he said that the Soul Locking Altar was on his own, the other party could completely kill him and search for his body, so he would deceive Chen Mo and tell him that he knew the location of the Soul Locking Altar. Ask the opponent to call the black anchor, so that you can leave yourself some bargaining chips.

But what didn't expect... was that the other party would see through it directly and expose it mercilessly.

A burst of despair surged in Wang Hanyu's heart.

Really finished.

Wen Jianyan blinked: "But, but oh."

"!!!" After hearing the other party's reply, Wang Hanyu's face showed a look of surprise and joy.

He clearly found out that he was lying, but the anchor of the black side actually planned a deal that was completely beneficial to him! hard to say...

Wang Hanyu looked at the young man in front of him vaguely, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Is there still a kind of Virgin Mary overflowing with love in this live broadcast?

In order to prevent the other party from repenting, Wang Hanyu hurriedly took out the soul lock altar and handed it to the other party.

Wen Jianyan weighed the Soul Locking Altar in her hand, and heard the familiar sound of the system in her ears.

Yes, the real thing.

During this process, Chen Mo was always quiet, standing a few meters away, looking away, standing like a wooden clay sculpture. As if the whole person has been integrated into the darkness.

Wang Hanyu half-knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the young man in front of him with eager eyes:

"You, can you admit me to teaching now?"

"certainly."

The youth with amber eyes lowered his eyes: "Do you know the purpose of our sect?"

"What, what?"

"Honestness and redemption." Wen Jianyan leaned down slightly, caressed the other person's cheek lovingly, then slowly turned to the side, "exposing" Chen Mo who was not far behind:

"So, honestly atone for the other party."

He smiled tenderly, like a devil in an angel's shell: "I will only allow you to join if my precious church members agree to your atonement, understand?"

Wang Hanyu couldn't react.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him, his eyes wandering over his former teammate and the anchor of Black, and soon, after realizing what the other party was saying, his face began to fade little by little. color', and in the end looked as pale and fragile as paper.

Chen Mo in the distance was stunned.

He raised his eyes, looked at Wen Jianyan not far away in disbelief, opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't make any sound.

……why?

According to his habit and behavior, he will never allow someone who betrayed and stabbed him to live. However, Chen Mo also repays his gratitude, although he sincerely wants to kill the villain who is double-sided and stabbed in front of him. , Wen Jianyan also said that he was not ready to complete the main task, but after hearing Wang Hanyu's tears and pleas, he chose to stop revenge and called Wen Jianyan.

He always remembered that, for whatever purpose, the individual rescued himself, bringing him out of his near-mortal predicament.

Chen Mo doesn't like to owe favors to others.

Wen Jianyan came over, patted Chen Mo's shoulder lightly, and whispered with a smile:

"give it to you."

After speaking, he put the Soul Locking Altar into his pocket and turned away.

Chen Mo stared blankly at the other side's back.

The slender shape of the young man inexplicably overlapped with the shape of the shrouded bloody holy light in his memory of chaotic chaos due to his lowered san value.

When he was hit hard in his heart, the shock and movement that had been deliberately suppressed before, and even... overwhelmed, in an instant, as if the floodgates were opened, countless emotions surged like a flood, making Chen Moyi feel a little bit. confusion".

just like……

He is really a believer of the other party.

too weird.

too terrifying.

He doesn't like to owe favors to others.

But now don't know why, but owe more and more.

Wang Hanyu sat sluggishly on the spot, with four words echoing in his mind:

[The tower is in the right position]

"Everything about you will break down from the deep down, disintegrate, and all the bad things you've done will be retributed on you.

After separating from Chen Mo and the others, Wen Jianyan walked towards the destination he had decided at the beginning.

He has one thing to confirm.

Wen Jianyan was proficient in circling the map, and finally stopped in front of a familiar door.

1326.

He reached out and slowly pushed the door open.

In the original surface, it is directly opposite to 1304. If you want a door, you can enter the room where the massacre occurred by crossing the corridor.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

The familiar smell of incense ash came, and the narrow and messy room opened up in front of me, and a scarlet electric candle was lit in front of the small Buddha statue, barely dispelling the thick darkness.

The rocking chair creaked.

After hearing the door being pushed open, the sound of the rocking chair paused for a moment, and an old voice sounded from the depths of the room: "Xiuqing, are you?"

"I."

Wen Jianyan walked towards the depths of the room, yes.

As the distance got closer, the shape of the old woman was already in front of her. Just like before Wen Jianyan left, she was leaning back on the rocking chair, half covered with a thick blanket.

She raised her turbid and loving eyes, looked for the shadow of the person in the air, and then slowly reached out to Wen Jianyan tremblingly: "Why did you go so long, Xiuqing, how much time did you spend with your mother? Bar."

Wen Jianyan stood there and didn't move, her eyes were down, and she swept over the other side lightly.

His voice was soft and gentle:

"Of course."

Wen Jianyan looked around the room, as if looking for something.

Soon, his eyes fell on the corner of the room, and his eyes could not help but light up slightly.

"After all, I'm very busy at work." Wen Jianyan answered in a normal, even smiling voice, while leaning over to pick up the clothes drying pole in the corner.

He weighed the heavy metal products in his hand, narrowed his eyes to take a look at the distance from the other party, and then silently rounded his arms:

"But don't worry, I will definitely accompany you more in the future."

"call"

The clothesline was empty.

"..."

The old woman on the rocking chair stood up slowly, her face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye she became the appearance of a woman.

Her eyes were covered with white shading, and her wrinkled, slack face trembled with the frequency of her speech. Although the smile on her face was the same as before, it had a particularly sinister and gloomy meaning no matter how you looked at it:

"Young man, don't you know what it means to respect the old and love the young?"

Unfortunately, it didn't hit.

Wen Jianyan threw away the clothes drying rod with some regret.

"Old man, old age is not a thief, have you heard of it?" He said with a smile: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws."

The wrinkles on Granny Wen's face trembled again, and the pair of eyes covered with white shade stared at the young man in front of her.

The old and new hatreds of being smashed by the other party and destroying the statue of the Bodhisattva superimposed, making her expression look particularly hideous.

Wen Po asked coldly:

"How did you find out?"

"You said, how did you find out that you are a fake?"

Wen Jianyan leaned back against the door panel and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter if I stay on the rocking chair, but my movements have not changed, my right hand is always on the side of my chest, exactly five centimeters above the blanket I tucked, and I leave without making any difference."

Wen Jianyan's eyes swept across the blanket that fell on the ground

"If you want to live, you can't even move for so long, right?"

"The first point."

"...And the second point?" Wen Po slowly narrowed her eyes.

Wen Jianyan nodded: "naturally."

He leaned loosely against the door panel, looking frivolous and sloppy: "Because it's not really the outside world, right?"

"..."

As he spoke, Po Wen's expression suddenly became gloomy.

A little Wen Jianyan also guessed at the beginning.

After all, even when he realized that he had moved his hands and feet behind his back, the other party continued to enter new anchors into the inner world. Wen Jianyan didn't think Po Wen would be so ignorant.

On the contrary, the other party has a lot of brains.

It can be seen from the beginning that she tried to make all the anchors sacrifice.

Wen Po's usual method sold her.

Desire and slaughter can only be made into a soul-locking altar, and those anchors who constantly sell their teammates and write each other's names on yellow paper in order to survive are also ruthlessly killing each other.

Regarding the map where they are now, Wen Jianyan initially tried to integrate the external world with the internal world, but after discovering the abnormal point of Wen Po's behavior, Wen Jianyan began to re-examine her previous conclusions, and then realized that It's not that simple.

The woman in the dungeon does not know the existence of the dungeon and the Nightmare System, and she is even less likely to know the alienation of the dungeon. Then, if you remove the premise, but from the situation known to the other party - she will take the other party's room. Destroyed the statue, found the key "sex" code from the base of the statue, then turned his head and fled into the mirror.

As the initiator who was not ready to enter the mirror in the first place, what would Po Wen do?

The most efficient way is to follow the trend and continue refining the Soul Locking Altar according to the original plan.

She doesn't even need to completely change the entire map, she needs to make some changes to the real world in many details, and she can mislead the streamers into thinking that the two worlds have merged together, and then reproduce them in such a way that they kill each other, sell each other.

And why the mother Wen can't affect the area where Wen Jianyan was before - the state where the mirror and the mirror's dimensions are superimposed on each other, not the doll state, according to the content of the handwritten note that Wen Jianyan found in the other party's room. Look. Wen Po can affect the layer closest to her, and can also send the anchor to a deeper layer, but she cannot directly control the second layer.

Of course, some Wen Jianyan guesses.

He doesn't have any very real evidence, and some have doubts about the logic of Wen Po's own behavior, but one point is enough for him.

After entering 1304 and seeing the old woman disguised as Wen Po, Wen Jianyan was completely sure that her thoughts were correct.

If he is really at the outermost surface, no matter whether the inside and outside overlap, the people in the room will not change, and Po Wen doesn't have the power to "manipulate" the real world.

Since the mother-in-law is not there, there is no outermost layer there.

Granny Wen stared at the young man not far away, the wrinkles on her face trembled slightly, and there was not much emotion on her old face:

"Pity."

"You're a smart young man."

At the moment when Wen Po's voice fell, the scene on the side changed instantly. Although the interior of 326 was cluttered and "chaotic", there was no lack of warm interior environment like a faded oil painting. In the empty space, there are all kinds of strange instruments and many tools that are very evil at first sight.

A bronze Buddha statue as tall as a person appeared in front of Wen Jianyan.

In the dim light, only the two blood-red electronic candles in front of the Bodhisattva statue did not change, and were still lit dimly.

Po Wen said a loving, even happy smile at Wen Jianyan:

"—You even stepped into my room."

"Since you can't even guess it, then it doesn't matter if it's revealed to you again."

Wen Po leaned on a cane, walked slowly to the table and sat down, staring at the young man not far away with her cloudy eyes covered with white shading, the smile on her face gradually deepened: "Indeed, I am in a The influence of the world is limited, but if you are in this world, if you step into my room, you will also enter my world - no matter how smart you are, you cannot take a step from it without my permission. "

Po Wen's old and ugly face revealed a sinister smile: "What a pity, you are so close to the truth, but still-"

The rest of her words were caught in her throat.

The young man in front of him didn't seem to notice what she was talking about at all. He looked left and right, and finally paced to the Buddha statue as tall as one person, leaned in and looked at it, and even stretched out his hand and slightly bent his knuckles. ——

"what are you doing?!"

Wen Po's voice suddenly became sharp.

Wen Jianyan took a pause, retracted her hand without shame, and turned her head to look at Po Wen: "Ah, it's nothing, I want to confirm, I shouldn't have broken it before, right?"

There was a pity expression on his face:

"It's really not much what modern craftsmanship can do."

Mother Wen: "..."

Her nose was crooked, her facial features shifted with intense anger, and her voice was filled with terrifying anger that seemed to be able to burn everything out: "You have to pay for your disrespect—"

Before she could finish her words, she saw the young man take something out of his pocket slowly.

"when."

A pitch-black pottery jar was placed on the table and made a slight noise.

At that moment, Po Wen's neck seemed to be stuck by an invisible force, her eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at the Soul Locking Altar in front of her in disbelief.

"Is one enough?"

Wen Jianyan asked with a smile.

He pulled out the chair and sat opposite the woman: "You should know, right? The last soul altar is locked. If you want to destroy it, the evil spirit will be released-and, there is only one last step left, If I wanted to, I could untangle it now."

Wen Jianyan tapped the mouth of the jar with her fingertips, her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile flickered in her eyes:

"Guess why I took the initiative to enter your territory?"

"Of course because I don't want to see that happen."

Wen Jianyan bowed slightly, with a sincere expression:

"Why don't we make a deal?"