Chapter 21

Wen Jianyan returned to the transparent room again.

Surrounded by bright lights, there are countless cameras, large and small, like prying eyes.

[The next chapter live broadcast will start in five minutes]

It's this familiar voice again, the familiar countdown.

Wen Jianyan thought she would get more used to it, but she still felt horrified when she saw this strange scene.

No progress at all...

He sighed, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, lowered his head and opened his live broadcast interface.

The backpack contains two props.

[Xiaojie’s teeth (difficult-level props in the Decai Middle School dungeon) function: Summon Xiaojie’s hair to resist damage for one minute]

[Mr. Mirror (epic-level prop in the copy of Decai Middle School): Utility:?]

According to the intelligence collected by Wen Jianyan during this period, the props above the difficulty level collected from the dungeon can be taken out and traded, and can be used even in the next dungeon - if it is not Decai Middle School now

It has been closed. The props in the transaction are too conspicuous, and Wen Jianyan has already sold them.

The apple seedlings above the backpack are lush and green.

[Apple seedling: lv1]

(The Flower That Can Break the Illusion: In Development)

(The fruit of lies: developing)

Wen Jianyan looked at the points balance in his account.

Well, not bad, very abundant.

As long as these points can be brought in, he won't be as embarrassed as last time this time, and maybe he can still be comfortable...

Before Wen Jianyan could finish this thought, the assistant's lively voice sounded in his ears again:

"The amount of points that e-level anchors can bring into the dungeon is: 1,000 points. Anchors please save money and work hard to survive!"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, it can only be converted into ten minutes of survival time.

What are you afraid of?!

The fist is hard.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What if the anchor upgrades?"

The assistant answered in a formulaic voice: "After the anchor upgrades, although the difficulty of the dungeon will increase, the amount of points that can be brought into the dungeon will also increase!"

“Tips, only the points calculated by the number of viewers can upgrade the anchor level, and the points obtained from rewards and completing tasks cannot be used in this aspect!”

"..."

It really covers everything, and there is no possibility of taking advantage of any loopholes.

You guys are really good at doing business.

Outside the transparent walls, there are countless small grid rooms hanging in the air, and the anchors locked in them have different postures. Some anchors are leaning on the cubicle with a calm expression, closing their eyes to rest, and some are examining their live broadcasts like Wen Jianyan.

On the interface, some anchors looked frightened and confused, slapping the grid hard and letting out silent screams.

It's like an absurd comedy where every frame is reduced to the size of a square.

A blood-red countdown floats on the wall.

5,4,3,2,1……

[Welcome to the nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately. 】

An emotional female voice sounded:

【Our aim is to entertain you to death!】

Something is shaking.

A dull vibration came from the side, like the crunching sound of tires running over pebbles.

Wen Jianyan frowned and opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting on an old bus, with the dizzying smell of engine oil floating in the air. The seats and shades were dirty, and the light was dim. He could vaguely see people sitting on other seats not far away.

people.

"Are you okay?"

A concerned female voice came from the side.

Wen Jianyan turned around and saw a girl wearing a blue and white skirt with short ear-length hair sitting next to her, looking at her with concern at the moment:

"Is it motion sickness?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

Wen Jianyan nodded, held his head slightly in cooperation, and showed a weak, slightly pale smile.

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced around the inside of the bus without leaving any trace.

The whole bus was half full, probably less than twenty people.

It is impossible for so many people to be all anchors, it should be NPCs and anchors mixed together.

Some anchors are easy to recognize because they are dressed in too fashionable and fashionable clothes, or their expressions are really different - either they are too nervous and fearful, or they are too calm and calm.

But some people have a hard time telling whether they are anchors or NPCs based on their appearance.

Just like Wen Jianyan.

The clothes he wore when he entered the dungeon this time were ordinary black trousers and a white shirt. It was a classic look that would never go out of style. It was also difficult to tell which camp he was from based on his clothes.

After looking around for a week, Wen Jianyan quickly found Su Cheng who entered the dungeon with him.

The other person was sitting by the window at the moment, with his back to him, and seemed to be looking out the window.

After confirming the other party's location, Wen Jianyan looked away and touched his bulging pocket - his fingertips touched something cold and heavy, like a mobile phone.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

Okay, smart phone.

The battery is full, but there is no signal.

The screen of the phone can be unlocked with his fingerprint. After unlocking, a message immediately pops up on the screen:

【ID card】

Name: Zhao Chengyi

Age:23

Occupation: Intern nurse at Fukang Private General Hospital

Related plot: Not yet unlocked

[Initial survival time is being allocated...]

"Just hold on, we should be there soon."

The girl obviously misunderstood his intention of taking out his mobile phone. She fanned Wen Jianyan with her hand and comforted her: "I didn't expect Fukang Hospital to be so far away from the city... Oh, but we interns

The nurse has no choice, what can she do?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at the female NPC beside him and smiled at her:

"Thank you, I'm much better."

Under the other party's focused gaze, the girl's cheeks turned slightly red and she looked away slightly: "No, it's okay, we are all classmates."

Wen Jianyan leaned slightly closer, and the smile on his lips became brighter: "Since it will be some time before we get to the hospital, why don't we have a chat."

As the broadcast started, the live broadcast room of [Integrity First] became active.

"Oh oh oh! The dog liar is starting to show off his charm again!"

"Damn it, why am I not the one being talked to by my wife? I really want to be the one being talked to!"

"Hahahahahaha am I the only one who noticed this? The anchor's identity this time is that of a trainee nurse. It will be difficult for him to survive by pretending to be an intern this time!"

"Yes, I have to suspect that the live broadcast room deliberately let him enter this dungeon to avenge the last time."

"Well done!"

"Rather than watching the anchor pass the test in style, I want to see him overturn hahahahahaha!"

Soon, the body of the bus shook slightly, and its speed gradually slowed down until it finally stopped.

As the handbrake sounded hoarse and harsh, the car swayed to a stop.

The driver at the front turned his head, his face looking particularly stiff under the light, and his cloudy eyes fixedly staring at everyone in the bus:
To be continued...