Chapter 177

"..."

Watching her hair color suddenly changed, Wen Jianyan was stunned.

This is……?

The color that was as white as the first snow wrapped around his fingertips, and the familiar color made him capture some fleeting clues.

After being activated, the [Holy Infant's Remains] is a snow-white baby, with a pale color of extremely light pigment, whether its hair or eyes.

Could it be that……

In any case, this is not an issue that must be considered. Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision: "This is not important, wait for it."

Said, he let go of his hand, turned his head and glanced behind him quickly.

Under the crimson sky, there are ancient and tall gray buildings, with scarlet flesh-film windows and gaps in the walls, as if some kind of monster with a specific form is bred in the womb of brick and tile structure. , turned to the mother to devour, and continued to spread outward.

The good news is that the high-risk patients in the Ping An Nursing Home have not come after them.

But the bad news is that at this speed, I am afraid that this place will fall soon, leaving them very limited time to stand still.

At this moment, Huang "Mao"'s tone-shifting voice sounded from the side: "Then, that...you, come to the church—!"

Wen Jianyan's heart was taken aback by the frightened tone of the other party, and she subconsciously went into the church.

Contrary to their initial guess, it seemed that it was not difficult to enter the church, the door opened unprepared, revealing the whole picture of the chapel.

On the high dome, the scarlet skylight glass penetrated and sprinkled on the rows of black wooden seats. At the end of the hall, there were tall crosses and sermons, and everything was shrouded in a light red color. In the shadow of the halo and the black "color", the place that should be extraordinarily holy turned out to be strange everywhere.

"Left, at the end of the left, in the third row from the bottom." Huang "Mao"'s trembling voice sounded in his ears, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, and he was pressed very low.

Following his guidance, Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng went in that direction.

After the clearing, the two were suffocating for breath.

Beyond the dim red skylight, there is a thick and thick shadow that cannot penetrate light. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see two figures sitting side by side in an inconspicuous corner.

With their backs to the door, they were motionless and bowed their heads, as if two believers were praying devoutly. The motionless black silhouette seemed to melt into the shadows, as if it had merged with the entire church.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize it.

He turned his head to the two in front of him, spoke faster, and asked in a low voice, "What about Luce and the others? Are they separated from you?"

Su Cheng nodded:

"Yes, after we left the nursing home building, they separated from us and entered the church first."

He was slightly startled: "So you mean..."

"There is a possibility of 'sex'."

Wen Jianyan frowned and said in a low voice, looking into the church.

He was actually not surprised that the Luce team took the lead.

After all, the team formation between them is only a temporary state, they are just a simple bond of interests, and they have no obligation to look after each other. Wen Jianyan hoped that they would stay outside the church and wait for him to reconcile.

In a sense, Luce and the others were the first to enter the church, which he was more willing to do.

Knowing that after the dungeon alienation is the first to explore unfamiliar areas, high returns must be accompanied by high risks. Some people are willing to take the lead in exploring the way, and Wen Jianyan will naturally not refuse.

but……

It would be really bad if the two silhouettes in the church were really members of Luce's team.

Based on their motionless appearance... I'm afraid it's more fortunate than good.

You know, the three members of Luce's team are senior broadcasters, but they were recruited. Based on this evaluation standard, the degree of danger here is higher than he imagined.

In the church, the two figures were motionless, and they were obviously far apart, but they gave people a strong sense of unease.

"Then...then what are we going to do?"

Huang "Mao" had a white face, and he fixed his gaze on the seemingly calm, yet unknown chapel in front of him, with a terrified and tangled expression on his face.

To enter, or not to enter?

As usual, it's best not to enter, but...

He turned his head back.

Sora's color "color" seems to be oozing blood, and the fleshy membrane that spreads from the building is rushing in this direction, slow but unstoppable, just like watching the waves of several meters high beat under the hurricane. Come, bring a suffocating sense of oppression.

"I'm afraid we already have a choice," Su Cheng gritted his teeth, "Why not..."

"and many more."

Wen Jianyan said suddenly.

Both of them were startled, and they came over one after another.

"Don't act rashly, rush into unknown dangerous areas in fear, and the mortality rate is very high. Especially when the Luce team is three-fold."

Wen Jianyan's face was calm and her voice was steady, "I think, by contrast, the probability of survival is high if you stay here."

Huang "Mao" was stunned for a moment, then turned behind him involuntarily.

In just a few minutes, the scarlet waves of flesh overflowed the porch and flowed down the flat ground, completely covering the position they had been waiting for, and had no tendency to slow down.

The fleshy membrane gradually approached in this direction, and the scalp was tingling with yellow hair.

Although the church is full of unknowns, people can remain calm in the face of the imminent danger of death. Even if they know that there may be more terrifying risks behind them, they cannot resist this kind of death. The terrifying feeling of being close, as if the people on the gallows watched the ropes around their necks tighten a little bit, and the flickering blade of cold light quickly fell from the top of their heads.

Huang "Mao" was sweating all over, and couldn't help but take a step back, and just before entering the church, he stopped abruptly.

He couldn't control his words to Wen Jian beside him.

The young man stood there, staring fixedly into the distance.

His pupils were originally light, and his skin was white, but his hair suddenly turned silver, which inexplicably added a sense of inhumanity to him, which was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

There was such a superfluous expression on his face, the emotion in the amber eyes was unpredictable, and there was an unusual calmness.

The other party's calmness made Huang "Mao" panic a little bit, and he asked with a faint hope, "Really, really?"

Wen Jianyan didn't look back:

"Probably 40 to 50 percent."

Huang "Mao": "..."

In other words, the death rate is full 50-60%? !

He stared at the getting closer and closer, as if the scarlet wave "tide" that devoured everything, and his eyes darkened.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

Su Cheng's forehead was dripping with sweat, his heart was beating like a drum, and he gradually had a feeling of suffocation like he couldn't breathe.

Under the gradually shrinking living space, the open empty church behind it brings a powerful temptation force that increases every second...

Really don't get in?

Although there may be hidden dangers inside, there will always be more solutions if you don't die here...

"and many more."

Seeming to know what his teammates are thinking, Wen Jianyan said while staring into the distance.

His slender body was tense, like a bowstring that would break in the next second, but his voice remained calm.

"and many more."

Five meters, three meters.

too close.

It was so close that it seemed to be able to reach the scarlet "color", living creature-like neurons, and the thin tentacles protruding outwards, and it seemed that there was some kind of strange monster shape vaguely, like an outstretched hand, with blank facial features. face, wide open mouth.

Su Cheng and Huang "Mao"'s faces gradually became difficult, their bodies were stiff and straight, and they leaned back subconsciously, as if they wanted to stay away from these things as much as possible, as if they would devour themselves in the next second.

Suddenly, without warning, the deafening bell rang.

"When - when - when -"

The sound came from the church in front of you. Because of the distance, the sound of penetrating "sex" came straight to the door, almost making people feel dizzy.

The sound spread wave after wave into the distance.

The viscous, semi-fluid scarlet gum, less than a meter away from them, finally stopped its spreading trend, as if it were dead.

Silence comes.

The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment, as if time had stopped passing.

After just a few seconds, several talents finally reacted.

……ended.

"call."

Su Cheng's face was covered in sweat, and he let out a long sigh of relief. After his body relaxed, he almost had the illusion that he would lose his strength in a second.

Huang "Mao" even had a pale face. If he hadn't supported the wall beside him, he would have sat on the ground with his legs soft.

The next second, a huge sound of wind whistling sounded close to the back of the head!

"Bang!" The sound was deafening.

It was already at the end of the fight, and the two men, whose nerves were tense to the limit, jumped up suddenly: "Ah, ah, ah!" They screamed subconsciously, and instinctively turned their heads to the back.

The door of the church was tightly closed behind several people, and the dark wooden door was black iron-like texture under the red sky, and a few people blocked it.

The pupils of the two of them shrank, and they gasped for breath.

"I'm stupid, scared, scared to death..." Huang "Mao" gasped, still in shock.

Although Su Cheng's face was bloodless, he was still better than Huang Mao in terms of courage. He tried to "sex" and pushed the door open.

Not moving.

He leaned in and squinted into the door.

In the narrow gap, it was pitch black like thick ink, with a hint of light, whether it was the red sky light, the neat seats, or the two figures who were motionless with their backs facing them, like a false illusion. perished.

All that was left was an endless darkness.

At that moment, a layer of cold sweat oozes from Su Cheng's back.

He suddenly felt scared.

If it wasn't for Wen Jianyan who had always gritted his teeth and insisted never stepping into the church, then they would have disappeared into the darkness like those two figures, and even had the slightest possibility of escaping.

He spoke to Wen Jian beside him.

The other side's "color" is still calm, and there is a kind of aura that Taishan collapses in front of him without changing his "color".

"you……"

Before Su Cheng had finished speaking the remaining words, he saw Wen Jianyan turned around abruptly, held the stone pillar with one hand, lowered his head and retched:

"vomit!"

Su Cheng: "."

... as expected of you.

After ten seconds, Wen Jianyan finally straightened up.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his silver-white hair was sticking to his pale face, and there was a morbid flush on his cheekbones, making him embarrassed and fragile.

"Are you okay?" Su Cheng patted his back.

Wen Jianyan shook her head and said illly, "It's just a matter of 'sex' nausea."

His habit of retching when he is nervous has long been established, and it cannot be overcome in a short time.

You know, in the short and long few minutes just now, Wen Jianyan was far calmer than before.

We know that Luce and they went to the church at a different time. Luce and the others entered the church before the bell rang, but they were at this time after the bell rang.

If the rules in the Ping An Sanatorium Building were applicable here, then, in front of them, there were likely to be two different maps.

So, the church that is there will only be more dangerous.

Wen Jianyan didn't dare to gamble on the odds of three deaths and two deaths.

If, according to past experience, the sound of the bell is a harbinger of the alternation of the outer world and the inner world, and the length of the inner world increases every time the bell is struck, then they must enter the church, no matter how deadly danger is hidden inside.

However, according to Wen Jianyan's conclusion, the dungeon has been alienated, and the inner world is not increasing in time until it is finally taken from the world, but like this, it invades in advance until it is fully integrated at the end.

Since, for example, the previous bell interval length is meaningless, if it is still doubled as before, then, according to the speed of the flesh membrane, it should be quickly swallowed by the church, and will not be broadcast to the body in it. any chance of survival.

That's doomed.

At that time, the entire Peaceful Sanatorium will not have any safe place, that is to say, even if they enter the church in time, they will be swallowed up.

If so, why don't you fight.

Of course, Wen Jianyan was also prepared to guess wrong.

After all, the church is different from any area in the sanatorium. This is the core area of ​​the entire dungeon, and all the rules are derived from here, so there is a high possibility that the reverse push will fail.

If it really came to the last moment, before the bell rang, he would still rush into the church through gritted teeth - by then, even if it was a three-to-two probability, it would not be a bet.

If you can live an extra minute, it is a minute, and it is possible to break the game if you live.

Wen Jianyan said that the success rate was only 40-50%, which was not a lie.

"..."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and wiped her face, looking tired.

Another high-risk patient built by the whole team, another sudden bell, and the deadly trap in the church just now... One by one, these are simply challenging his ability to bear.

In retrospect, it feels like a dream.

"Then what do we do next?" Su Cheng asked.

Wen Jianyan turned around, went to the closed church door behind him, and tried to push it with his hand - sure enough, it was as motionless as steel welded to death.

There is a lock on the door, but it simply cannot be opened.

Thinking of the two backs they visited before, I am afraid... the world at the door is not the same as the space concept they are familiar with.

Fortunately, he finally made the correct judgment, otherwise, they would have been locked in it, and even if they wanted to leave, they would not be able to leave.

"Could it be... can we just wait until the next time the bell rings to get in?"

Huang "Mao" and "Lu" wanted to cry without tears.

Isn't that back to the starting point?

If the previous incident happened once, he didn't know if he would be able to get out of his body...

Wen Jianyan sank for a few seconds, then raised her eyes to Su Cheng: "Luce and the others went to the church when the bell rang. That is to say, he shouldn't be able to open the door at the time. Where do you think they would be?"

Su Cheng was startled.

Yes, when Luce came, the bell was still ringing, which means...

"Any other doors?"

Wen Jianyan nodded:

"It's just...I don't think that can be called a door."

"What do you mean?"

Huang "Mao" asked suspiciously.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and said meaningfully, "Have you forgotten? [All corpses will be transported to the atrium]."

"!"

Hearing this sentence, the two of them couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs, and they got goosebumps from head to toe.

Wen Jianyan: "Come on, let's go around the church and we should be able to find a way to enter it."

"But we had better move quickly,"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said, "The rhythm of this dungeon is accelerating."

Since the time in the inner world is shortened, the time in the outer world is likely to be shortened as well.

There was not much time left for them to explore.

The other two nodded.

Under the leadership of Wen Jianyan, several people circled back along the gray brick wall of the church, carefully avoiding the stagnant flesh membrane not far away, and cautiously "touching" forward.

There was a dead silence under the crimson sky, and only the rustling of deliberately suppressed footsteps could be heard.

Soon, several people circled to the side of the church.

Speechless all the way.

As Huang "Mao" walked, he looked at Wen Jianyan who was walking not far from him, opened his mouth, but stopped talking, but he couldn't suppress the thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

Wen Jianyan didn't look back: "Ask if you want to."

Huang "Mao" scratched his head and laughed dryly "hehe", as if thinking that his small movements would be sent off.

"That's...you really don't know why?"

He pointed to the other person's hair and asked carefully.

"Well……"

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a while, then realized that the other party was talking about his changed hair color.

"Some clues."

He said vaguely.

Although Wen Jianyan wasn't completely sure of the exact cause, and didn't know why nothing happened when the item was activated before, this time it was suddenly affected...

But the change he is in is highly likely to be inseparable from the item [Remains of the Holy Infant].

Huang "Mao" asked, "Do you feel that there is any change?"

"That's true."

He shrugged.

To be honest, it wasn't that Su Cheng just mentioned that Wen Jianyan even noticed a change in her hair color.

"Do you feel it? Maybe there will be a difference, such as a change in physique, or the ability to suddenly release powers or something?"

Huang "Mao", with bright eyes, gestured reluctantly.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His gaze stopped for a moment on the splendid golden hair on the other side's head, and he seemed to realize why this guy was particularly interested in this aspect.

He replied with a complex expression: "I think you should have less novels."

"Then leave it alone, it's fine anyway," Su Cheng said, raised his hand and patted Wen Jianyan's shoulder, comforting, "How fashionable."

Wen Jianyan: "."

"thank you."

He thanked him blankly.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha laugh, it seems that Huang" Mao "will have" color "as Zhang Yang!"

"It's really good though...Apply for permanent styling!"

"I feel that after this dungeon is over, the title system should be able to be activated. This wave can be considered a record-breaking. This is the first time I have seen Youbo can activate the title so early, and it is such an exceptional title. ...it's really really "powerful"."

After fooling Huang "Mao", Wen Jianyan turned his head back and forth.

Behind him, the flesh membrane remained motionless, as if it had hit a wall of air, drawing a clear dividing line.

Countless questions flashed through my mind.

Has the Ping An Sanatorium completely fallen? Are the broadcasters still alive? And those at high risk...

Wen Jianyan flashed the scene in the hall earlier in his mind.

At that time, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air was on the verge of breaking out, and several high-risk groups confronted each other. The atmosphere was extremely tense. The water dripped to the ground and said a meaningful sentence.

You guys, the occasion is not good.

That guy is here.

The situation was tense before, and Wen Jianyan ran away again, so he paid too much attention to it, but now he finally has time to think about it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the scarlet flesh membranes overflowing from the windows, doors, and cracks in the walls.

When he said this on No. 02, it was when these flesh membranes invaded the hall at an extremely fast speed. According to past experience, it should be the alienation of the entire dungeon and the patient's loss of human form. Wen Jianyan has been Think of it as some kind of monster with life and maintenance ability, and above... It seems that there is another possibility of "sex".

However, Wen Jianyan didn't think that the broadcast in the Ping An Sanatorium had been wiped out.

They were able to escape by hiding in the data room before, and others should be able to find a similar refuge. For them, the real danger should come from the alienation of the patient, not the erosion of the flesh membrane.

Because... Wen Jianyan had a strange premonition.

This thing may be chasing after itself.

"Ahead of you!" Huang "Mao" suddenly shouted.

Several people followed the direction of his fingers.

A small cart was lying in the open space, the cart board was empty, and the old wooden edges were full of dark brown dirty marks, like dried blood.

This should be the tool used to transport the corpse to the atrium in the Peace Sanatorium.

"go,."

Said, Wen Jianyan took a step forward.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the side.

Several people were suddenly startled, subconsciously guarded, and went in the direction of the sound.

Soon, a familiar figure rushed over from behind the church—

The man was staggering, his body was covered in blood, and he was extremely embarrassed, as if he had just escaped from the dead.

When Wen Jianyan arrived, the other party was also stunned:

"Is it you...?"

His voice was hoarse, but he couldn't hide the familiar female voice below.

"Peony 'medicine'?" Wen Jianyan was startled.

The moment she heard the other party's voice, Shao's "medicine" seemed to have lost her strength, and her whole body softened. If it wasn't for Wen Jianyan's quick-witted support, she would probably fall directly to the ground.

Her fingers were cold and trembling, and her pale face was covered in blood, as if she had experienced something extremely terrifying.

Only after Wen Jianyan supported the other party did she realize that the body under her palm was shaking uncontrollably.

Wen Jianyan frowned: "what happened?"

"History, the task of epic props."

Shao "Yao" raised his head, gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "We have started, and most of it is completed, only the last step is left."

"...!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

That can explain it.

Why is a three-person team composed of senior broadcasters reduced to the extent that only one person is left alive?

In this high-level dungeon, the hidden task of epic-level props is not so easy to complete, which is absolutely no less than a major crisis in a dungeon rated s.

"Let's make a deal."

Suddenly, the weak fingers that fell on the arm suddenly twisted, and Wen Jianyan was in pain.

"You help me save people."

As if catching the last straw, Shao "Medicine" tried her best to hold Wen Jianyan's arm tightly, her eyes burst into flames, "The props are yours."

Shao's "medicine" poured a bottle of pain reliever and a bottle of passivation agent one after another, and finally regained his strength.

She stood up and raised her hand to wipe the blood from her face.

The woman's face was very pale, and her eyes became more and more bright like a ghost. She said to Wen Jian and asked, "Do you agree?"

"besides."

Wen Jianyan shrugged.

He was very calm, and he didn't seem to be moved by the conditions offered by Shao's "medicine", "Tell me first, how did you get in?"

For Wen Jianyan's answer, Shao's "medicine" was not surprised.

Although Epic Items are a great temptation, but if you agree to it when you don’t understand the situation at all, it’s not utter stupidity and oversight, that is, you’re ready to break your promise from the very beginning. .

Wen Jianyan's cautiousness was actually more reassuring.

"The main entrance of the church can't be entered. We went around to the back and found a small door entrance, which is the passage for transporting the corpse, for us to pass..."

Shao Yao took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Then what happened?"

"The body is alive."

In just four words, the hidden meaning behind it is "creepy".

You know, during the several rounds of alternation between the world and the outside world, not only the broadcasters died, but also the patients who were originally in the nursing home. How many people were sent to the chapel?

People know specific numbers.

Looking at the depths of the peony's body and the layers of blood, several people couldn't help feeling a chill behind their backs.

"We narrowly escaped and entered the interior of the church."

"A chapel?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"no."

Unexpectedly, Shao Yao shook his head, "I'm not sure what the place is, but it's definitely not a chapel, it's more like..."

Shao Yao's face paled slightly, but she still insisted:

"More like a cemetery."

Bones on top of bones, corpses on top of corpses, blood on top of blood.

Even if it was just a memory, it made her chill.

"In the very center of the cemetery, we received tasks related to epic-level props," Shao "Yao" calmed down and continued, "Complete the three sacraments."

"Sacrament?" Huang "Mao" "Lu" looked dazed.

Wen Jianyan answered naturally:

"The Seven Sacraments of Heaven: Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist, Penance, Anointing, Holy Orders, and Marriage."

"right."

Shao Yao nodded: "However, it won't be as strict as it is in the real world, just follow the prompts step by step is enough."

Of course, these are the "improved" copies, and naturally each match has its own dangers.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes for a while, and asked, "How much have you accomplished?"

"Two games." Shao said "Medicine", "Holy body and anointing."

If she is wrong, then, in this dungeon, most of the tasks of the epic props have indeed been completed, and only the last step can be completely completed.

"Which one did you fail in?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"Repent." Shao "Medicine" replied.

"Why this one?"

Wen Jianyan frowned.

"In the rest of the items, each identity is played by our members, so that the risk can be minimized, but this item is different..." Shao "Yao" gritted his teeth and said:

"Only in this one, there are people in the compartment of the confessional."

"Someone?!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

"Yes," Shao Yao nodded, with an expression that could almost be called fear:

"A... an unidentified priest."

Her face turned even paler, and her trembling cold fingers were twisted together. It seemed that only in this way could she control her trembling instinctive reaction.

The air was dead silent.

The three of Wen Jianyan stood in front of her with a solemn look on their faces, as if trying to figure out the danger of this mission.

The atmosphere was gloomy and oppressive, almost breathless.

Until Shao "Medicine" broke the silence and said:

"I will stand in front of you alive," she said with a miserable smile, half sad and half ashamed, "because I'm the only one who has entered the confessional."