Chapter 131

Six o'clock arrived, and night fell on time.

The interior of Changsheng Building, which was just gray and gray a moment ago, was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Inside the shop, the oil lamp was dimly lit, and there was dead silence inside and outside the door.

As an anchor who has experienced two floors, everyone knows that the arrival of night does not mean that customers will come to the door immediately. Before that, he will often be given some preparation time.

Musen no longer had the energy to take care of Wen Jianyan, who was still in a coma.

He sat cross-legged in a corner, used his only remaining hand to take out the remaining nine wooden cards from his waist pocket, and began his divination.

The other side.

After Wen Jianyan moved into the counter before he woke up, the Orange Candy Team also started taking action.

A gentle man with glasses on the bridge of his nose was pacing in the shop, his eyes closed tightly, and he seemed to be mumbling something, as if he was communicating with some invisible existence.

One member was standing behind the glass door, staring at the door, seemingly holding something in his palm, waiting quietly.

The rest of the people were wandering around the shop, looking for any useful clues.

Orange Tang raised his head and looked at the layout of the store.

His eyes were slightly narrowed indifferently, hiding all the expressions in his eyes.

To be honest, the copy of [Prosperity Building] was accidentally stuck outside the business scope that his team was familiar with.

In the past, most team bases, whether difficult or low difficulty, tended to build an open place suitable for anchor PVP. Although there would be various terrifying dangers, and the cruel mechanism of being eliminated if you did not complete the task, the overall pattern

Still relatively loose.

In other words, the overall setting will be biased towards fighting and fighting between anchors.

The copy of [Prosperity Building] is very different. Although it is a team copy, the rules and restrictions are even stricter than those of many single-player copies.

And this point, for his team that is good at fighting and killing, entering such a semi-closed dungeon that mainly focuses on decryption, all the advantages are turned into disadvantages.

In addition, the difficulty of this copy is definitely not low, so the disadvantages will be doubled.

Unlike the shops on the first floor, it is difficult to tell from the appearance of the shops on the third floor exactly what products are sold here.

Under the dim light, old-fashioned wooden furniture is placed among them, with scarlet paint mottled on it.

On the surrounding walls, there are several paintings hanging with different backgrounds.

However, no matter which picture, you can vaguely see a shadowy figure, motionless, far or near, the hole is not clear, even if the distance is very close, the portrait hole is blank, from outside the frame, you can only see pale

A blur.

Even if you are just standing next to it, you can feel the strangeness and ominousness in it.

Orange Candy stood in front of one of the paintings and tilted her head, showing a troubled expression.

What are you thinking about...

It's really troublesome.

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"Ah, why has the anchor been unconscious for so long? I'm so tired..."

"Yeah, it's been over ten minutes, and there's no sign of waking up. Although the signal is still stable, it's so boring."

"Speaking of which, the one the Orange Candy Team drew this time was actually Shop No. 02..."

"?What's wrong? Is it fierce?"

"It's very fierce. Basically all the teams that came in were wiped out."

"Speaking of which, it seems that Dark Fire's difficulty in drawing the store this time is quite normal...it's not too fierce. I've seen a team come out of that store alive before. In this dungeon, the probability is not low."

"It seems that luck is quite conserved in this dungeon. The Dark Fire Team got the most difficult store before, but this time it became easy. The Orange Candy Team had it easy before, but it became difficult this time."

"..."

"..."

",I suddenly realized something."

At this moment, stiff footsteps came from outside the dark door, seeming to be walking in this direction from the darkness.

The team member standing at the door immediately announced:

"Coming!"

"Very good," Orange Tang nodded: "Wu Ya, go according to the plan just now."

The so-called Wu Ya team member nodded solemnly, then turned around, walked quickly to the counter, took a deep breath, spread his palms, and scattered the things he had been holding from the door to the inside of the store.

Those were actually snow-white glutinous rice grains.

The glutinous rice grains in his fist seemed to be inexhaustible, and they fell to the ground in a steady stream, spreading towards the depths of the shop.

He moved quickly, expanding the reachable distance as much as possible, and his face gradually turned pale.

The stiff footsteps are getting closer, becoming more and more clear as time goes by.

Soon, the footsteps passed by the door, which looked particularly real through the partially closed glass door.

At the same time, he was welded to the oil lamp on the counter, and the fire began to beat violently.

"Wu Ya, come back." Orange Candy said.

"……yes."

Wu Ya gritted his teeth and turned to look at the remaining distance behind him. There was a trace of unwillingness on his face, but he still straightened up and ran back to the counter quickly with a white face.

The next second after he rushed into the counter——

"Jingle bell."

The brass bell hanging on the door jingled slightly, breaking the dead silence of the night.

The glass door was pushed open from the outside, and a gust of rancid wind swept in. Just a "chi" sound was heard, and the wick of the oil lamp violently collided, but darkness pressed in step by step.

"Da, da, da..."

Strange footsteps echoed in the store without any change, and the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

The "customer" is here.

Everyone's eyes were fixed, and their nerves immediately became tense, and they listened carefully to where the sound was going——

The footsteps gradually entered the depths of the store, and then there was deathly silence. After a brief pause, the footsteps turned around and walked towards the counter.

Under the nervous gaze of several people, a green and black corrupt hand stretched out from the darkness and placed a hell coin on the table.

The entire process is no different from the first two floors.

"Jingle bell."

The glass door opens and closes, and the footsteps gradually move away.

However, few people are relieved yet——

"Jingle bell."

Almost in the next second, the bell sounded again, easily breaking the dead silence.

"Da, da, da..."

Before the first darkness dissipated, a deep shadow fell again. Stiff footsteps sounded from outside the shop, walking step by step towards the depths of the shop.

"?!"

Everyone's pupils shrank, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on their backs.

...On the third floor, customers are entering one after another!

As the steps continued to move inward, no one could predict that something strange would happen again.

"Dingle bell!"

The copper bell hanging on the glass door actually rang again.

It was crisp and clear, as if there was no emotion at all. To my ears, it was like a call from the God of Death. Under the increasingly dim light, the color of the people instantly became extremely ugly.

"Da, da, da."

Before the first step left the store, the third step joined again.

In the absolute darkness where light cannot penetrate, two stiff footsteps from different directions sounded at the same time, overlapping each other and echoing in the closed space.

Looking at the situation in front of them, everyone's hair stood on end, and they were almost cold from head to toe.

In other words... on the third floor, three customers need to be received with a straight face.

One attack, three times the danger.

The green and black rotten palm stretched out, placed the Ming coins on the counter, and then left the store.

It’s still an ordinary hell coin.
To be continued...