In the small shop, only a dim oil lamp was lit.

The light flickered weakly, and could only barely cover a few people. Outside the light, there was an endless darkness.

The girl in a white dress stood there with a calm expression, her fair face was illuminated by lights. Although she never spoke again, she was inexplicably something that people could not underestimate.

The members of the Dark Fire Team looked solemn, and Qi Qian frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.

The air was dead silent, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was breathless.

After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and seemed to finally make up his mind. He raised his eyes to look at Wen Jianyan and said slowly: ", I believe you."

Since he chose to hire the prophecy from No. 34 to enter the dungeon at the beginning, it means that Qi Qian had already figured out the possible risks involved.

In the team book, some of them have been firmly bound together and have become a community of destiny, and it is too late to regret it.

If the two sides still have doubts about each other, even if they barely survive until the later stage, the team will be destroyed.

Rather than dilly-dallying, it's better to give it a try.

"team leader?!"

Tongyao looked at Qi Qian in shock, as if she didn't understand why he made such a judgment, and said hurriedly: "But..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Qi Qian:

"I have decided."

He shook his head resolutely, stopping Nursery Rhyme from saying the next words.

"..."

Now that the captain had made up his mind, the nursery rhyme just fell silent, swallowing all the doubts and anxieties in his stomach.

Qi Qian stared at Wen Jianyan, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly:

"What are we going to do?"

Wen Jianyan's gaze stayed on Qi Qian for a moment and he narrowed his eyes.

The person who deserves to be the vice-president of the second largest guild in Nightmare has a lot of skills.

People are greedy for comfort and are often unwilling to face danger until there is no immediate threat to their lives. Especially Su Cheng's suggestion is so dangerous. According to previous experience, it is almost like sending someone to death.

Not knowing that the lamp oil would run out sooner or later, Qi Qian was able to make such a decision, which can be said to be very courageous.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Zhang Yu: "Where did you get the oil lamp when you came in?"

Zhang Yu's face was now as pale as a dead person, still slightly green, but he still answered Wen Jianyan's question fluently: "Beside the counter, there is a small copper lamp stand."

Following Zhang Yu's guidance, Wen Jianyan walked to the counter and quickly found the lamp stand he mentioned.

It is made of the same material as an oil lamp and has an old and simple copper base, which is firmly welded to the counter.

Wen Jianyan took the oil lamp from Qi Qian and placed the lamp on the lamp stand.

Through the blackened lampshade, you can see the slightly swaying, steadily burning candle flame inside.

After doing all this, Wen Jianyan turned around and pointed at the dummy he had just stared at.

"That dummy," he said. "Move it to the front, as close to the glass door as possible, but not beyond the counter. The movements must be small."

Zhang Yu did not participate as a wounded person. Qi Qian and Anxin lifted the dummy together and moved it to the location designated by Wen Jianyan.

After finishing, Qi Qian let go of his hand, took a step back, and looked at the dummy in front of him.

It looked the same just now, stiff, cold, and motionless.

"What's next?"

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan and asked.

Wen Jianyan pointed to the clothes blocking the glass door and said, "Take it off."

This instruction came without any warning, and some people couldn't help but panic.

"Wait, that means this is all we have to prepare?"

Nursery Rhyme couldn't help but ask.

You must know that they only did two things from the beginning to the end: setting up oil lamps and moving dummies.

These two things seem to have nothing to do with each other, and they don't seem to have any great deterrent function... Is this enough?

Wen simply said: "Yes."

Even Qi Qian, who made the decision at the beginning, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"After taking it off, get back behind the counter as soon as possible."

The girl stood behind the counter, her soft face was illuminated by the light, her long black hair was pulled behind her ear, revealing a small white ear.

Her expression was so calm, with almost no emotions. The previous weakness and fear had faded away, leaving only a calmness like the deep sea.

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"Is it my illusion? The video player suddenly took control of the situation..."

"It's really aura..."

"The broadcaster really knows what character to show under what circumstances. Now it is equivalent to people walking forward in the dark with their eyes covered. No one knows whether the next step will lead to an abyss. The way you talk now is

All changed, short, powerful, and unquestionable, all prayers one by one, completely open to refutation."

"Under such circumstances, I don't believe there is anyone who can't help being led by him, right?"

Although there are still doubts, things have progressed to this point, and the broadcasters of the Dark Fire Team can only bite the bullet and put it on the shelves.

They took a deep breath, raised their hands, and pulled off the clothes that had just been stuck to them.

The glass is exposed.

Finally, according to Wen Jianyan's instructions, several people hurriedly retreated behind the counter.

There was dead silence.

The fire in the oil lamp was still burning, and it continued to emit faint light.

Some people couldn't help but stare at the glass door.

The bottomless darkness behind the door.

As the thin layer of fabric was torn off, the only means of defense against danger was to be destroyed by their own hands. A strong sense of insecurity struck instantly, causing the heart to start beating wildly.

They know how conspicuous their store is at this moment to the "thing" wandering in the hall.

Like the only light shining in the darkness.

It continuously releases terrifying attractions to the outside world, causing those terrifying existences beyond human imagination to approach in this direction step by step.

Waiting is becoming extremely painful at this moment.

Every minute and every second is like dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Da, da, da..."

Stiff, dull footsteps sounded in the dead silence, slowly walking in this direction.

In an instant, everyone was suffocated.

Coming!

The footsteps were exactly the same as in the memory, and the intervals between each step were as measured. They hit the person's face one after another, and the body tensed up almost reflexively.

But, it was different last time.

Although they knew how to stop the approaching footsteps, they could not do anything and could only wait for the last moment to come.

"Da, da, da."

The footsteps are getting closer and closer...

Suddenly, the sound stopped in front of the glass door.

The next second.

"Ring ring."

The small copper bell hanging on the door swayed, making a clear and sweet sound, but like a death knell.

The door was pushed open.

"call--"

A bone-chilling wind swept in, and a stink of rotting corpses rushed in.

The flames on the copper candlestick flickered suddenly and began to shake violently.

The space behind the counter was not very large, and everyone could only squeeze in awkwardly, with arms touching arms and bodies touching bodies. The sounds of jumping were mixed together, and it was almost impossible to tell who was coming from whom.

They could only stare in the direction of the sound.

"Da, da, da."

Footsteps sounded again.
To be continued...