Chapter 295

The tip of the knife was lightly pressed against the aorta, and it touched the skin of the neck, seemingly absent, causing a shudder.

"..."

Zhong Shan rolled his eyes with difficulty and looked at the young man beside him.

The corners of the other party's lips were raised, but he still looked like a harmless person. The cold and sharp light of the knife came into his eyes, giving off a slight edge.

Feeling cold all over the body.

At this moment, Yun Bilan and others, who had lost their burden, finally arrived.

The dominant positions of both sides were completely reversed.

Facing the opponent's entire team, Zhong Shan was left alone and had no chance of winning.

More importantly, there are less than three minutes left before the next time the lights are turned on. Even if he is unwilling, the best result will be a dead end - [Xingwang Hotel] copy has just started for a few hours, so there is really no need

In such a forward position, you have to fight for your last trump card.

"I think I don't need to say anything more," Wen Jianyan said with a smile.

Zhong Shan scratched his neck, swallowed with difficulty, and nodded slowly.

At the end of the bluestone road, the opposing team opened the road.

Wen Jianyan glanced at Chen Mo: "Get the painting."

In a pool of water nearby, a wet canvas lay quietly.

Although the anchor holding the painting was dragged down just now, the canvas in his hand did not sink with him, but was left in the same place, wet and crumpled on the bluestone road.

The last place they stayed was only one step away from the gate. As long as they were fast enough, basically nothing big would go wrong.

Chen Mo nodded and stepped forward. While being careful not to let his shadow fall into the water, he stretched out his hand towards the canvas on the ground——

Suddenly, his peripheral vision swept across the depression on the side.

In the small pool of water rippled by the fine rain, three pale faces were vaguely reflected, with dark pupils, and the corners of their mouths raised high, showing strange and stiff smiles to the people outside the water.

"...!"

Chen Mo's heart tightened and he instinctively speeded up.

He grabbed the canvas into his hand. The canvas felt moist and heavy in his hand. The strange touch made his heart skip a beat. Chen Mo didn't have time to think too much and rushed towards the door!

"Go, go, go!"

After entering the gate, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. The gloomy, damp, weird and desolate town disappeared, replaced by a dry and spacious hotel room shrouded in dark red lights.

The huge room echoed with the sound of everyone's rapid breathing and the slight sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

I had just returned to Xingwang Hotel, and before I could get a firm footing, I heard a "pop" sound coming from outside the door.

Outside the hotel door, the lights in the narrow corridor turned on one by one, filling the corridor with light, symbolizing the arrival of the next round of lighting time.

Wen Jianyan turned his head and glanced behind him.

I don't know where it started, but the "door" on the wall has automatically disappeared.

The oil painting frame hangs on the wall as it is, but the picture has undergone slight changes.

Under the gloomy and gray sky, the bluestone road stretched into the distance, and the dilapidated house at the end of the road was tilted, and everything was shrouded in thin raindrops.

In the dark window frame, the woman's figure has disappeared.

However, in the blurry rain curtain in front of the door, three shadows could be vaguely seen.

They stood there, motionless, their faces pale and blurry, like three masks floating in the rain, looking steadily in this direction.

...the three people who just died in the town.

After the lights came on, their figures were left in the painting forever.

"Hey, can you let me go?"

Zhong Shan stood frozen on the spot and spoke slowly.

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan looked away and smiled slightly.

He raised his hand, skillfully grabbed a few hairs, and pulled gently!

"Ouch!"

Zhong Shan felt a pain in his scalp and cried out unexpectedly.

The next second, he felt that the cold tip of the knife pressed against his neck moved away, and the young man behind him raised his hand and lightly pushed his back.

Zhong Shan stumbled forward and was hurriedly caught by his teammates.

"Captain!" "Captain, are you okay?"

Zhong Shan stood firm, covering the still aching back of his head with one hand, and turned his head to look at the other person in astonishment.

Wen Jianyan shrugged: "Okay, you can leave now."

"..."

Zhong Shan stared at the other party in surprise and uncertainty.

Beside him, his team members came closer and lowered their voices: "Captain, do you want us to——"

"Shut up!"

Zhong Shan seemed to have suddenly become angry and roared angrily.

The team members were startled and subconsciously stopped their voices.

Zhong Shan looked at Wen Jianyan again, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

If it were him, he would never let the opponent go so easily when faced with such a situation of being tricked backhand - after all, in a cruel place like nightmare, you will always be tricked or being tricked. Once you have the opportunity, you can fight back.

, we must never let it go. Only by eradicating the root causes can all risks be eliminated.

But the other party just let her go so easily and pulled out his hair before that...

He couldn't help but think too much.

You know, in the nightmare, there are various types of anchor talents, and many of them are very evil.

And when it comes to requiring a certain body part as a seal, it is even more of an evil sect.

Not far away, the young man stood on the spot, with an upright posture and soft eyebrows. The elusive brass knife had disappeared without a trace. There was a faint smile on his lips, looking particularly harmless to humans and animals.

, doesn’t seem to mind what the other party may do next.

"..."

Zhong Shan gritted his teeth, turned his head and scolded:

"It's embarrassing, why don't you leave quickly!"

After saying that, he waved, took the rest of his team members, turned around and left the hotel room with a cheer.

Listening to the noisy footsteps fading away, Yun Bilan breathed a sigh of relief. Her body, which had always been tense, relaxed slightly, and she was finally relieved of her combat readiness.

She walked towards Wen Jianyan and her eyes fell on the open door:

"Just let them go?"

"What if?"

Wen Jianyan shrugged and withdrew his gaze, "Fight with the opponent until the last person standing?"

It's possible, but it's really a waste.

[Prosperous Hotel] The dungeon has just started. Not to mention figuring out the rules of the hotel, they haven't even seen Black's side yet. Under such circumstances, it's really not his style to fight to the death with the members of his team.

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In addition, Wen Jianyan has never been a person who likes to have head-on conflicts with others. He doesn't like fighting, fighting, or anything related to this.

Yun Bilan: "What if..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Wen Jianyan smiled.

He opened his palms, and several locks of jet-black hair fell from his palms, and were thrown to his feet like garbage.

What he likes is deceit and manipulation.

Wen Jianyan blinked: "They are scared to death of me now, believe it or not?"

This was the inspiration he got from the previous copy.

In the final analysis, we still have to thank Mu Sen and his persistent frame-up.

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"As expected of my wife, someone stole a lock of hair in the last dungeon and was almost framed by the black talisman. This dungeon will use this method to trick people!"
To be continued...