Chapter 182

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the reward! The reward points have been credited!"

The brightness quickly faded away after reaching its peak.

The surrounding darkness squirmed again like a living thing, growing rapidly. The man's body was constructed of scarlet threads, and his pale golden eyes looked toward the young man in the distance, like a snake locking its prey with its sight.

"!"

Wen Jianyan subconsciously took a step back.

After the brief shock, his blank brain began to spin rapidly.

How is that possible?!

Except for the symbol "Ouroboros", there is no clue about the relationship between [Ping An Sanatorium] and the other party... What's more, Wen Jianyan consciously interacted with the other party from beginning to end in [Dream Amusement Park].

They have maintained a relationship that can be considered "good". Apart from making some small moves, they are at least conscientious on the surface and have completed the task of finding the fragments perfectly.

Since joining this vice-president, the other party has never contacted him as the bishop, nor has he made any request to him like a vice-president...

Why does it suddenly appear again now?!

Suddenly, the light suddenly went out and was replaced by boundless darkness.

Before Wen Jianyan could figure out the reason, he was startled by the sudden change of light and shadow. He leaned back subconsciously, and the back of his head hit the wooden board with a dull sound.

"Ugh!"

He groaned.

The narrow space was filled with his rapid breathing, and the sound of his heart beating wildly could be heard in his ears.

Wen Jianyan was still in shock. He raised his eyes through the light coming from the gap in the wooden board. He could vaguely see the blurry narrow space and feel the hard wooden chair below him.

The nose is dull, with the smell of wood like blood.

Only then did he realize that he had now left the previous special scene and returned to the confessional room at the beginning.

"..."

Wen Jianyan exhaled a long, slow breath, feeling that the tight muscles all over his body suddenly relaxed.

Only then did he realize that a layer of cold sweat had broken out on his back, and the thin fabric stuck tightly to his skin, giving him a strange feeling of comfort.

A familiar announcement sounded in my ears.

"Ding! The anchor's special scene task is completed, the special line is unlocked: Reward points: 10,000"

"Vice exploration degree: 89 Reward points: 10,000"

"Current plot modification degree: 94 Reward points: 80,000"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting the hidden item (epic) in the sub!"

【Collection degree 9/10】

Although Wen Jianyan is very curious about what this epic prop in the secondary is, the top priority now is still to leave the confession room and reunite with his teammates before it is too late.

He stood up and walked towards the confession room.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, pressed it on the door handle, and pushed the door panel outward. The weak light squeezed into the darkness through the gap, illuminating the back of the young man's hand holding the door handle and the dark hair hanging on his wrist.

cuff.

……etc.

Wen Jianyan was suddenly startled. He suddenly realized that his clothes had not changed. They were still the dark priest clothes before, and he had not changed back into the clothes before he came in.

Satisfied.

Logically speaking, this is what it should be...

An auspicious premonition rose in my heart, bringing with it a strong, almost panic-like feeling.

The next second, a powerful, almost weird force suddenly grabbed the wooden door in front of him and pulled it outward!

The huge force caused Wen Jianyan to stumble forward, and he barely managed to stop the inertia of falling forward.

Bright light fell from above, illuminating the church in front of him.

It's the catacombs, but...

chapel.

The red-dyed light filled the huge space. From the window above the head, one could vaguely see the scarlet sky. Shadows cut across the entire church. Rows of chairs made of black wood stretched side by side, three rows from the bottom.

, Wen Jianyan remembered two familiar figures.

They moved, lowered their heads, rested their foreheads on their crossed hands, and seemed to be praying devoutly.

Wen Jianyan's heart suddenly picked up at the moment he saw two people whose life and death were clear.

He realized that where he was now was the strange space in the chapel...that is, the place where Luce and the others disappeared.

How could that happen?!

The mission has been completed and the scene is over. Why did he not return to the catacombs, but instead entered the chapel that was most likely located in another dimension?

The young man's face looked paler and paler, his amber eyes were half hidden under his eyelashes, and his lips were tightly pursed, stretching out a thin line that had lost all color.

Her hair is silvery white and her dark priest's robe is wrapped around her slender body. She looks particularly fitting in the church, as if she should belong here.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The sound of some liquid dripping sounded in the distance.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked, like a frightened bird, and suddenly turned his head in the direction of the sound.

What caught my sight was "Witch Candle".

He still maintained a half-broken appearance, half of his face, chest, arms, and legs were almost empty, with thin, scarlet threads vaguely emerging, like a broken, complete porcelain body.

Like, through the void, one can directly see the cross hanging behind him.

Only half of his face was complete, and there was no expression on his face, which looked creepy under the bloody sky.

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and turned his head sharply toward his back.

Inside the large, black confessional room, it was already covered with a layer of scarlet flesh film.

Thin neurons are connected to each other, beating as if they are alive. Covered in wooden panels, it is like a film that blocks invisible threats. It seeps in along the gaps on the edge, like tree roots growing from the ground.

, firmly holding the confessional in place.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan seemed to understand why he could not leave even though his task was completed.

Catacombs, outside the confessional.

This was probably the longest ten minutes that anyone had ever experienced.

During this period, the anchors waiting outside did not do anything. They scattered and tried to find any clues from this underground tomb in this short ten minutes. In this way, even if Wen Jian

If they didn't leave the confessional room after ten minutes, they would have a better chance of survival.

From time to time, a few people would glance towards the confessional room, as if they were both expecting and fearful.

These ten minutes were like torture, ticking by, like a rope tightening over time, gradually strangling the person and gasping for breath.

No matter how complicated the emotions in several people's hearts, and how anxious and nervous they are, this critical moment has finally arrived.

With 20 seconds left before ten minutes, all the anchors spontaneously gathered in front of the confession room.

They waited with bated breath.

Although the time they agreed with Wen Jianyan was fifteen minutes, according to what Shaoyao said before, "ten minutes" is the moment that truly determines life and death. Everyone knows very well that the extra five minutes are just for

It's just insurance. If at this moment, the door of the confessional room slides, revealing an empty interior, then the ending will not change.

Several people's hearts were clenched and they were counting silently. Their eyes were fixed on the closed wooden door. They dared to blink even if their eyes were dry, as if they were afraid of missing even a second.

……5,4,3,2,1.

Arrive in ten minutes.

But, nothing happened.

Wen Jianyan did not push the door of the confessional room and walk out, and the door of the confessional room did not slide automatically like the previous times. Instead, it always kept moving, as if it was welded shut.

Several people looked at each other in surprise, with the same blank expression on each other's faces.

"What's going on?" Su Cheng looked to Shaoyao aside, as if expecting to get an answer to the current situation from the other party's mouth, but Shaoyaoqu was also confused.

She shook her head hesitantly: "This... I also know that I have never encountered this kind of situation before."

"No matter what, it's good after all, right?"

Huang Mao held a glimmer of hope and said optimistically, "I didn't hit him directly like the previous times and it was empty. This at least means that he is not dead yet?"

Su Cheng took a deep breath, squeezed his sweaty palms, and said:

"That must be it."

That must be the case.

Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked at the "person" in the distance. He felt his hair standing on end and goosebumps sprouting out layer by layer.

Is what appears in front of me really the "Witch Candle"?

In this episode, he had seen fragments of Wu Zhu who had no self-awareness. Even if it was just a small soul fragment, his image was complete, almost making Wen Jianyan almost confuse him with his body. But this time

…When the other party goes there, it’s very different from before.

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed through the horrifying and heart-stopping scene in Bay No. 05.

Under the light created by the flare, the huge scarlet brain was soaked in the liquid, rising and falling with the current.

Ignoring the overly familiar "male" image it weaved in the end, some thin, neuron-like contacts, and what he had seen in the top floor laboratory before, including after the paramutation, it began to gradually engulf him.
To be continued...