Chapter 188

……what?

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

As if being pulled by some force of force, his gaze was on the old yellowed paper.

On the kraft paper, the line of writing on the blackboard slowly disappeared, and new words appeared.

"After struggling for so long, you finally realized that the Sanitarium is a breeding ground for the birth of a divine fetus, but, obviously, what is missing in this sanatorium is because of the lack, so the gestation process starts from Not really successful, in order to get out of here, you decide to complete the process, make up for the lack, make it a perfect circle again, and let the true God be born from the circle.

You found out early that the number '7' is the key. Whether it is a seven-story building, seven bells, or seven freaks, it all proves that only '7' can truly breed gods.

You start to think, where exactly did you not achieve a '7'? "

...where did you not achieve [7]?

Wen Jianyan was stunned, something flashed in his mind suddenly.

Sacrament!

Only three of the seven sacraments are fulfilled!

At that moment, his thoughts became clear.

Obviously, Nightmare Live does not want this dungeon to accomplish its goal. If the creation of the gods is successful, then the entire dungeon will be closed, and it will not be able to put the streamers into it.

Therefore, even for the quests related to epic hidden items, the seven sacraments only need to be completed three times, because the nightmare does not want the anchors to end the dungeon in this way.

While Wen Jianyan was stunned, the writing on the kraft paper faded again, and more words emerged.

"Suddenly, you realize that it turns out to be a sacrament!

The inability to complete the seven sacraments has also led to an unbridgeable vacancy in this perfect fulfillment, and it will never also be able to achieve its purpose.

So, you decided to go to the secret room on the right behind the catacomb "cave", where you will find all the items you need to accomplish your goal. Only here can you escape from this scary world and end this cruel world forever. reincarnation.

However, all this must be done before the first coincidence.

The mouth bites the tail, the bell rings, and everything will start again.

Your time is running out. "

"..."

Looking at the handwriting on the kraft paper, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling the scalp tingling.

The "omniscient" it showed made him very uneasy, not because it was so familiar with the structure and laws of this copy, but because it was very aware of his own current progress and thoughts - it knew that Wen Jianyan now has What kind of information, to what extent the rules of this copy are grasped, and knowing what it is going to "reveal" and how much it "reveals" based on it, can make the other party not distrust him even if he is very vigilant.

It's like reading minds.

Really afraid.

Suddenly, Huang "Mao" took a breath of cold air from the side, and let out a suppressed and trembling low voice: "Wait, have you noticed that this place seems to be different...?"

Wen Jianyan was startled and looked up.

"You, you look here, here, there..."

Huang "Mao"'s face was very pale. Although he forced himself not to "show" any panicked expression, that kind of flinch like a bird with a startled bow leaked from the bottom of his eyes.

The catacombs are very dark, and the light is very dim. When everyone is gathered in the center, it is difficult to observe the changes around them.

Shao "Yao" quickly exchanged the flashlight, and the bright beam of light pierced the darkness and swept in the direction pointed by Huang "Mao".

Under the light, the rest of the people were shocked, and they couldn't help but "show" their expressions of astonishment.

The walls that were originally made of masonry and earth-tiled tiles appeared to have a smooth metal texture at some point. Above the high dome, the ceiling became smooth and clean. At the sarcophagus whose lid was pushed open, it seemed that glass could be faintly seen from all around. emerge.

"This...this is?"

Su Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Luce whispered:

"It seems... the laboratory is merging with the catacomb 'cave' a little bit."

The two books are exactly the same pattern, and there is absolutely no sense of disobedience in this blend.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank, and she lowered her head subconsciously to look at the kraft paper in her.

[All this must be done before the first coincidence, the mouth bites the tail, the bell rings, and everything will start again]

According to his previous guess, the so-called "head" is the laboratory, and the "tail" is the "cave" of the catacomb. ——

Like a real Ouroboros, the whole copy is slowly taking shape.

When the Ouroboros bites into a "round", the seventh bell rings - unless Wen Jianyan completes the vacant conditions before that, the dungeon will restart.

The handwriting on the medium kraft paper changed again:

"You can ask me two questions."

Immediately afterwards, the line of characters began to slowly fade away, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a smooth and flat surface, as if it was brand new and had never been used.

"..." Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, folded the kraft paper and put it in his pocket.

He stood up, the useless black box set aside casually.

"I, what are we going to do?"

Huang "Mao" looked extremely panicked, and could hardly control his nails. He stared at Wen Jianyan closely, as if he was drowning and clutching at his only life-saving straw.

He vaguely realized that the countdown to the entire dungeon had begun.

Together with their "sex" lives.

The silver-haired Qing lowered his eyes. There was no superfluous expression on Cang's face, as if he was wearing a stone mask.

He is thinking.

The rest watched him nervously.

Seconds later, Wen Jianyan seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the depths of the catacomb "cave".

Qing's back is straight and his steps are steady and fast, as if he knows his destination very well, and disappears into a dark shadow in the blink of an eye.

"?"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. Although they didn't know the meaning of Wen Jianyan's move, they followed.

"What's in front of that?"

Su Cheng frowned, lowered his voice, and asked Huang "Mao".

"...Nothing at all." Huang "Mao" had no less doubts and "confusion" on his face than Su Cheng.

His eyesight is good and he is not limited by the darkness, but according to his eyesight, there is just an empty rock wall in front of him, with nothing at all.

I saw Wen Jianyan standing in front of the end of the route, raised her eyes to look at the stone wall in front of her, and lifted it to "touch" and "touch" it, as if she was looking for something.

The rest of the people stood not far away, and the doubts on their faces deepened.

After a few minutes, Luce finally couldn't help it, and he asked, "What are you looking for..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a light "click" coming from the front. Then, something in the shadow began to move, like the sound of stone walls rubbing against each other.

Everyone was stunned.

Shao's "medicine" came back to her senses, and she used the flashlight in the past to shine.

In the darkness, a door made of rock opened slowly, revealing a bottomless pitch-black tunnel.

She took a deep breath: "Secret door?!"

"how do you……?"

Before the question was finished, Wen Jianyan walked into the unknown darkness without hesitation.

Su Cheng was startled: "Wait! Be careful—"

Qing's calm voice came from the darkness: "Don't worry, there is no danger inside, you can come in with confidence."

"..."

People looked at each other, and the surprise on their faces was even heavier.

Although dubious, they walked towards the secret door.

Wen Jianyan held the flashlight exchanged from the system store, stood in the hollow and cold stone cave, the silver hair shimmered faintly in the darkness, and there was an inexplicable holy feeling.

He heard footsteps and stepped aside.

People's eyes fell in front of him, and they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It was a stone platform, like a preaching platform, like a place for sacrifice. In front of it lay a mummified corpse. It was wearing a dusty priest's uniform, and it should have been wearing a cross on its chest. The place where it was "swinging" and "swinging" was empty, referring to maintaining the posture of pressing on something, but the saint below was gone.

The face that lost its flesh and skin looked particularly terrifying in the darkness, and the dark eye sockets stared straight into the distance, as if contemplating something.

Shao "Medicine" turned around and looked around, as if she recognized something. She stared at her eyes in astonishment and said, "This, these are... the props needed to complete the sacrament?!"

When they completed the sacrament before, all the props were lacking, and they could only follow the method prompted by the system-in the process, they encountered countless life and death crises, although they were reluctantly explained each time in the end. , but looking back now, it made her tremble.

And now in front of her are all the props needed to complete the sacrament.

Whether it is holy water, holy oil, the bread of the Eucharist... and so on, all are readily available.

Wen Jianyan nodded and said slowly:

"That's why this copy has never been successful."

His previous experience in the special scene had really happened.

And the priest he played, after completing his work, was obviously also connected to the black box, but died - so, even if there are seven freaks, seven floors, seven times The bell, this hotbed has never conceived the true God, because it is not a perfect circle.

So, like a tape stuck in a stuck state, this copy repeats itself over and over again.

But the missing point is always missing, so it will never reach the end.

Wen Jianyan took the holy and cross from his pocket, leaned over and put the cross on the priest's empty neck, and then shoved the holy under the palm of the other party's hand.

"Crack-"

At the moment when things were returned to their original owners, a strange sound of bone friction resounded in the darkness, making the scalp numb.

"Kakaka."

Withered, with only bones left, the thin fingers slowly folded, clenching the middle of the saint.

The mummified corpse's neck turned at an unimaginable angle, empty, and the dark eye sockets looked at Qing in front of him.

The real priest came alive.

Wen Jianyan held her breath slightly, took two steps back, and stared at the slowly recovering mummy in front of her eyes, a pair of amber pupils shone with a bright, almost crazy gleam.

He smiled and said lightly:

"Okay, now let's make gods."