Bright lights flowed overhead, illuminating the dried pigments on the ground, easels covered with white cloth, and motionless plaster images.

There was no shadow or any place to hide, everything was revealed.

Only the sound of page turning from Wen Jianyan could be heard in my ears.

However, for some reason, Su Cheng felt his nerves gradually tense up, and cold sweat oozing out of his palms, and his sense of crisis was no less than when he was in the corridor just now.

No, even stronger.

He forced himself to scan the empty classroom in front of him with his eyes.

etc……

Are those plaster statues just now?

Those plaster images facing different directions, I don’t know when they start...

They all faced here.

The cold light hit the top of the head and fell on the outline of the facial features of the plaster statue, casting deep shadows on it, pale faces and pairs of eye sockets without pupils looked silently in this direction.

Although they were still motionless, Su Cheng no longer dared to treat them as harmless decorations.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and opened his mouth: "I, I said..."

Su Cheng was startled by his hoarse and inconspicuous voice.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and read the little book in his hand seriously.

The more he looked, his brows became tighter and he frowned. One hand turned the page, and the other hand carefully moved the animal bones surrounding the cabinet, focusing so much that he did not hear Su Cheng's call at all.

Su Cheng said in a somewhat distorted voice: "Do we go?"

Wen Jianyan paused and pulled out of his concentration state.

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded clearly behind my ears—"Tick."

He was slightly stunned and subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

I saw a large amount of blood oozing out of the cat's skin at some point. The red and smelly blood slowly spread out of the area of ​​the bones and flowed down the edge of the cabinet.

"Tick".

It seems that the altar was successfully destroyed.

Although everything was going smoothly as he thought, but...

Looking at the drop of blood falling to the ground, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel a little chilled.

Whether what you did is right or wrong can only be judged later.

At this time, Su Cheng's voice changed its tone again: "That-"

Wen Jianyan turned his head to look.

The next second, he almost forgot to breathe, and a numbness broke out in his back.

Looking around, plaster figures stood motionless in the room, blocking the route to the outside, and pale faces looked straight in this direction, with the door clearly close to it,

It looks so far away.

Are there so many plaster images just now?

"Click..."

A slight sound of rock cracking sounded.

The plaster-like face was cracked with fine lines, as if something was trying to break free from below.

"Kaku..."

The snow-white plaster debris fell down slowly, the plaster-like arms were lifted up little by little, and the cracks in the joints became bigger and bigger, and they stretched out their hands in the direction of the two people—

Su Cheng's face was pale, and he raised his legs and was about to rush out.

A huge force suddenly came from behind, dragging him back: "Wait!"

Su Cheng was stunned and subconsciously looked at the place where he was just about to settle down - the ground had turned soft grayish white at some point, and something was vaguely arousing under it.

Like melted gypsum.

Seeing Su Cheng retreat, a look of disappointment appeared on the plaster-like face.

Su Cheng felt chill all over.

He now knew what was sealed in the plaster statue.

Once he stepped on it, he would definitely be dragged in and become a member of this group of plasters.

The movement of the gypsum statue is getting bigger and bigger. When the fine gypsum powder falls, it will immediately dye the small area soft and weird grayish white as soon as it falls to the ground.

The ground was deformed and creeping, and more plaster crawled out from under the ground.

More and more, more and more.

There was a sigh in the barrage, and the previously enthusiastic atmosphere suddenly changed, leaving only a sound called "decline".

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's over."

"This wave will be destroyed."

"Oh, what a pity. Although there were players who came to this classroom before, he was the first to get the S-level prop mission in this dungeon.

"Isn't that true? I don't know when the next anchor who finds the clue will appear."

"Come on, don't be a pity ahead. If the anchor hadn't spent too long on the inspection cabinet in this wave, and the group of plaster became so much that there was almost no place to put the ground, otherwise how could the group be destroyed?

”

"Yes, this anchor has passed the previous few levels by luck, and he really thinks he is awesome character? He doesn't have enough to succeed and lose things. I've seen it long ago, this kind of anchor who always wants to go through the ordinary path.

Basically, they don't live long."

Wen Jianyan knew nothing about the changes in the attitude of the barrage.

He stared at the gray swamp that was about to spread across the ground, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Without warning, he moved, but the direction was not the front door that was about to be blocked.

The young man stepped on his long legs and turned around and rushed towards the back door of the classroom—

One of the plaster statues noticed his actions and raised his arm at a more agile speed than before. More patterns were cracked on its joints, and his pale five fingers suddenly stretched out to Wen Jianyan's back!

Before it touches Wen Jianyan-

"Bang!"

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

The light source disappeared, and only a thick piece of darkness remained in front of me.

Su Cheng stood in the dark without any help, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, having nothing to defend himself, and having no way to escape, and having only breathed desperately and helplessly, waiting quietly for death

Arrival.

Time passes minute by minute.

The darkness was as thick as liquid, like a black cloth covering the eyes. Only the chaotic heartbeat could be heard in my ears. Apart from that, there was a dead silence.

Su Cheng realized something was wrong.

The "click" sound that the group of plasters used to move also disappeared, as if they had lost their power in the moment they lost their lights.

Thinking of this, Su Cheng plucked up his courage and raised his voice a little:

"Little, Little Vancouver? Are you there?"

A muffled "Yeah" came from the other end of the classroom.

"Does the plaster image move rely on the light source?"

Su Cheng guessed.

"...It seems that it should be." Wen Jianyan leaned against the back door and slowly breathed out.

The barrage of the barrage that was just predicting Wen Jianyan's death has now calmed down.

After a few seconds, several puzzled barrage slowly floated by:

"...I don't understand, how did the anchor find out?"

"Do you need to turn on the lights when entering the door? There are too few clues?"

"Did he use some prop just now? I don't believe that a human being can reason about this through normal channels!"

Wen Jianyan opened his anchor panel.

It's rare that he didn't go directly to watch the barrage this time, but opened his backpack.

Just when life and death were just a moment of critical moment, a voice rang in Wen Jianyan's ear: "The function of a newbie gift package has been effective."

The moment he finished speaking, his vision suddenly lit up.

The next second, a line of translucent small words appeared on the head of the nearest plaster statue in front of me: [Gypsum statue condensed from corpses and resentment, activation method: light]

On the translucent virtual screen, the apple seedling has grown taller at some point.

The moment it appeared, a white apple flower fell from the top and disappeared completely before it landed.

【Unlocking the first stage of growth】

【Flowers that can break the illusion - 1 remaining quantity: 0】

Sorry, live broadcast room, I blamed you wrongly.

The gift package you gave is still useful. I swear I will never call it a ragged thing again.
To be continued...