Musen stood aside, his face pale, and he kept biting the only one he had left. His eyes were bloodshot, almost looking a little nervous.

He knew that his cards came true.

He is also a senior anchor, and he can also understand how terrifying the current situation is... If the other two are still waiting for Jutang to complete the second painting in time, Musen has given up any hope for it.

According to the cards, this is a certain death situation in which all of them will be hanged.

In the second picture, Tangutang also encountered a terrible danger. Even if he would not die, he would be held back and would not be able to obtain the props in time before returning to the shop.

What to do...what to do!

Musen knew that he was not in danger for the time being, but it was only temporary.

Just now, his figure was also reflected in the blood drops, but Musen was not attacked, not because of luck, but because Musen carried similar props, which could reduce the priority of being attacked.

.

But……

If he is the only person left dead in the store, then this prop will be useless.

Could it be that... I have to take the initiative to break three cards to break the current situation?

However, if you do this, your future can be imagined.

Musen gritted his teeth and his face was slightly distorted, as if he was trapped in a tearing tangle and pain.

In extreme despair, he raised his head and looked at Wen Jianyan not far away.

The host from the hostile camp, who was supposed to be the key to breaking the situation, directly became the medium for the spread of the curse during the second curse attack. Although he would not die before the curse completely invaded the real world, he would not die until the curse completely invaded the real world.

It can only maintain a state of unconsciousness and no movement, and there is no hope at all!

The canthus of Mu Sen's eyes was about to split, and he almost bit his fingers under the bandage.

Not far away, the young master still maintained that stiff posture, with his arms wrapped around each other in the void, walking forward step by step, as if he had already become a dead body...

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Blood dripped not far in front of Wen Jianyan, gradually gathering into a small pool of blood.

Suddenly, Mu Sen was stunned and walked toward Wen Jianyan again.

I don't know if it was his imagination... He always felt that the other person had paused without any trace just now. However, when he focused his eyes again, he found that he still maintained the same posture as before, standing upright like a puppet.

Walk forward stiffly.

Wait! That’s not right!

Although the young master is still moving forward,... he has changed.

Originally, Wen Jianyan had been walking in the direction of the counter, but after a brief pause, Wen Jianyan's walking path subtly shifted and seemed to be walking in a certain direction in the store.

And, the weird thing is...

With every step she took, the hair on her head faded a little.

The infection starts from the ends of the hair quickly.

In just a few tens of seconds, the young man's originally pure black hair turned as white as snow, falling softly on his shoulders, almost blending in with the dress.

Three minutes ago.

Although Wen Jianyan's body was out of control, unlike Wu Ya before, his mind was extremely clear. He could not only see everything happening around him, but also hear the conversations of three people not far away.

A pool of blood, human, the attack method of the third wave of curse...

Wait wait wait.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and listened quietly without saying a word, thinking quickly about the corresponding strategy in his mind.

As he stepped forward step by step, his eyes suddenly fell on the approaching pool of blood.

In the reflection of the pool of blood, a pair of scarlet embroidered shoes stood motionless.

...Embroidered shoes?

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

He suddenly recalled that the red-clothed corpse he met on the second floor before was wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes.

When the third customer came in, he was sitting with his back against the counter, so he did not see his hands exposed when the third customer put down the coins. However, the moment he saw this pair of embroidered shoes, he recalled

Wen Jianyan almost immediately connected the "people" mentioned in Acropolis with the third wave of attacks and the red-clothed corpses previously released on the second floor.

So, at that moment, Wen Jianyan had an idea.

...he knows.

He knew which painting the third wave of curse was released from!

Just now, Wen Jianyan walked around the entire store and carefully reviewed the contents of each painting.

Every painting is eerie and uncomfortable, and every painting may release a curse. Without any clues, even Wen Jianyan dare not determine which one the third customer visited.

After the third wave of curses was linked to the red corpse on the second floor, Wen Jianyan almost instantly determined the location of the third painting——

Close to the counter, second one on the right.

The scene in the painting looks like a wedding room, with a man in wedding clothes sitting upright on a wooden bed, covered by a red hijab, looking weird and stiff.

If the third wave of curse is indeed related to the red corpse on the second floor, then it definitely comes from this painting!

[The remains of the Holy Infant: Awakened, please choose the activation form]

[Mother of the World Identity 30s (It is detected that the anchor has worn the relevant title, the effect of this form can be improved to a certain extent)]

[Summon a ghost baby for 5 minutes (it is detected that the anchor has worn the relevant title, the effect of this form can be improved to a certain extent)]

Form 2.

Wen Jianyan responded in his mind.

Soon, a green-black ghost baby appeared in front of him, hung on Wen Jianyan's arm, raised its huge and deformed head, stared at him with dark eyes without whites, and chuckled:

"Mom, mom!"

Seeing that familiar little figure, Wen Jianyan almost felt a little relieved.

I don’t know if it’s because he stayed in the nightmare live broadcast room for a long time, but his aesthetics has been distorted to a certain extent. He always feels that...compared with the faceless corpse of a child in his arms, the ghost baby is much cuter.

!

"Who is it?" Guiying looked at the corpse in Wen Jianyan's arms, his face twisted with jealousy: "Mom, why are you holding me?"

"No need to deal with it," Wen Jianyan said, "First change the walking track and walk in that direction."

The ghost baby summoned as a prop is most likely unable to suppress the corpse due to its terrifying level. Moreover, the corpse in Wen Jianyan's arms is just a concrete manifestation of the curse. As long as the second painting is not obtained,

The key "property" is that the curse cannot be eliminated. The time for summoning the ghost baby is too short and the number of times is too precious, so it should not be wasted on this.

The important thing is...

Wen Jianyan had other plans.

Guiying reluctantly gave up the fight for favor, climbed down along Wen Jianyan's arm, pushed his legs with two small green and black hands, and forcibly changed the direction of Wen Jianyan's walking.

Inside the counter, the other two people besides Musen also realized something was strange.

The three of them stood in a place where they would not be reflected in the pool of blood, looking at Wen Jianyan not far away with horrified expressions.

The opponent's movements were stiff, and he walked forward step by step. His hair color had completely changed, turning into a cold and pure silvery white color. It still seemed to be faintly glowing in the dim light, giving it an inexplicable and strange look.

Beauty.

Wu Ya said lowly: "What's going on? Could it be that the way of the curse has changed?"

"have no idea."

Wei Cheng shook his head blankly, showing the same unclear expression.

In the meantime, Wen Jianyan walked to a corner of the shop, where there was a scarlet wooden bed.

The next second, he saw Wen Jianyan's knees bending under the influence of some invisible force, and then he sat down stiffly in the center of the bed.

"!!"

Wei Cheng was startled: "Wait a minute, were you conscious when you were possessed by the curse before?"

Wu Ya shook his head again, equally shocked and puzzled: "Not at all. It feels like being in a state of suspended animation. You can't hear anything, feel nothing, and feel nothing."

Suddenly, Musen heard some sound, so subtle and clear that he could hardly notice it unless he listened carefully, but it was extremely familiar.

"Click... click."

He was stunned and seemed to realize something. He quickly lowered his head, opened the pocket at his waist, and took out a wooden sign.

Thin, spider silk-like lines spread on the wooden sign, gradually cracking and making a subtle "click" sound.

Exactly the same as before.

However, when it came to the exact same scene, Mu Sen was not angry this time, he only felt ecstatic!

To passively break the game, he only needs to sacrifice one wooden card, instead of actively breaking three wooden cards and destroying an entire deck of cards!
To be continued...