Chapter 328

Soon, the next policy was determined.

The anchors who woke up from their coma temporarily joined Wen Jianyan's team.

As for those anchors who have been deprived of famous brands and also have facial features, although they have no breathing and heartbeat, they have not died yet if judged by the standards of nightmare.

However, due to the loss of vital signs, as long as the dungeon does not undergo any special changes, they are likely to be attacked by ghosts in the town as "targets".

Just in case, Wen Jianyan and his men moved their "corpses" to a hidden corner of the store, which was also considered to be the end of their kindness.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at his other teammates:

"Everyone takes two clothes, and then we can leave here."

In this copy of [Xingwang Hotel], all human leather products are very similar. They are very dangerous. If used too many times, they will be activated and become a channel connected to the real world, allowing ghosts to invade. However, in the same way, they can also block the continuous light rain here, allowing living people to walk through this terrifying, deprived of vitality, and not die.

The human leather umbrellas that Wen Jianyan’s team carried before could no longer be used. If they wanted to survive the next three hours, they would have to use these human leather jackets after the [door] was closed.

Logically speaking, naturally, the more people's leather jackets you carry, the more beneficial it will be for their next actions.

As long as a piece of clothing begins to change and wake up, they can immediately abandon it and replace the next one, but the problem is... they are likely to meet the Black team in the next three hours.

According to Zhong Shan’s previous story...

Anis's talent is very suspicious.

If he can really "conjure souls" and let the originally silent supernatural danger emerge and activate, then the more supernatural items they carry, the more dangerous it will be.

For this reason, Wen Jianyan had to make careful choices and finally chose a compromise number:

"Two pieces".

Under his instructions, everyone acted quickly.

Soon, everything was ready.

Wen Jianyan draped a wide gray old-fashioned suit on his body. From the outside, it was just an old-fashioned and inconspicuous dress. However, only those who really put it on could smell the faint stench coming from it, and felt the creepy touch created by the cold, skin-like neckline rubbing the neck.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and turned his head to look at everyone:

“Are you ready?”

Others also put their leather jackets on their bodies and nodded.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.

The slowly moving pointer just crossed the junction between black and white, and entered the pitch-black area from the white area.

In other words, there is no turning back.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned his head to look at his teammates, and reminded him:

"Please be careful next. Once you find any clues, even if it is inconspicuous, as long as you feel it makes you feel uneasy, tell me immediately, do you understand?"

The other people looked at each other: "I understand."

The reason why Wen Jianyan is so cautious is not only because the Black Squad is also located somewhere on this street, but also because... the lights should have been on in Xingwang Hotel.

After the lights come on, the road between the hotel and the town is closed.

They only stayed here for an hour at most before entering the town this time.

And this time, the time has quadrupled.

More importantly, no one of them knows whether the "lights" in Xingwang Hotel will bring any unknown changes to the town...

In other words, the experience they have summarized in the hour of turning off the lights and the rules they have figured out may be overturned and broken within the next three hours.

The best result is that everything remains the same, but they must also plan to encounter the worst.

Everything is unknown.

Since the [door] has been closed, once they encounter any danger, they can no longer choose to escape back to the hotel to take refuge as before, and they can only grit their teeth and choose to face it directly.

"Okay, let's go."

In this case, they can no longer bear the consequences of wasting time and must act immediately.

This is not only racing against Black, but also fighting against Death.

With Wen Jianyan's order, the group cautiously avoided the body that was still wandering in the room and ticking blood on its body, and once again walked into the rain.

The sky was gloomy and dark, with thick black clouds pressing over the head, and no trace of light was revealed.

In front of me was a crooked street that stretched towards the depths of the rain.

The fine and dense raindrops fell from the top of the head, bringing a gloomy coldness.

The rain hit the human leather jacket and did not penetrate into it like before, but seemed to be isolated by some invisible force in it and slipped down the surface of the human skin.

Wen Jianyan raised his head and looked into the depths of the commercial street.

Because it was raining, there were no traces left by humans on the streets.

Even if the actions of the Black and others were not tracked through footprints, it would be nothing serious for the Red side. After all, they now clearly know the other party's destination.

Picture mount shop.

Although they don’t know the specific location of this store yet, based on the pictures in the oil paintings and the contents in Rui Rui’s paintings, they should be able to find it as long as they walk along the street to the depths.

The endless rain continued to fall, and soon the entrance to the street was left far behind.

The group marched into the depths of the death street.

The doors of the houses on both sides of the street were closed, and they looked very deserted. The windows were pitch black, like long-dead bones, staring at the only living people on the dead street, silently staring at the only living people on the dead street.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the more I move forward, the more cold I feel.

Although the human leather jacket isolates the rain, the invisible yin and cold breath fills the air, attacking from all directions, invading the muscles and bones, making everyone shudder uncontrollably.

Very cold.

“Did you see the location of the art mount store?”

Wen Jianyan asked.

Huangmao stared at the endless street in front of her and shook her head: "No."

Wen Jianyan wiped the rain on his face and looked down at the time.

They've been moving forward for more than five minutes at full speed.

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However, until now, the street has been unable to be completed as if it has no end, and they have not seen the shadow of the painting mount store.

The shops on both sides are basically closed, and the signs hanging on them have already faded under the rain, making it impossible to distinguish the specific text.

The windows were even darker, and it was almost difficult to obtain any information.

"Let's go for another three minutes." Wen Jianyan put away his phone and said.

As time goes by, the rotten smell emitted by the human leather jacket on his body becomes clearer and clearer. In the humid air, it is almost impossible to ignore, and it lingers in the noses of everyone.

The surface of the clothes was slightly swelling, as if it was just being swept up by the wind around, but there seemed to be always vague ominous shadows on it.

Obviously, as they walk in the rain, human leather jackets are becoming more and more dangerous.

If they still cannot find traces of the painting frame shop within three minutes...

Then, it's time to stop and find a shop to hide from the rain.

"good."

Everyone nodded.

The group continued to move forward quickly and carefully.

They focused on the scenery passing by quickly on both sides of the road, looking for any shop that could correspond to the pictures in the oil paintings.

Suddenly, the yellow-haired steps paused and looked in a certain direction.

Wen Jianyan keenly noticed his reaction: "Have you found it?"

"No, no."

Yellow-haired swallowed, saliva, shook his head

I don’t know if it was because I was in the rain for too long, but Zhong Shan’s face looked particularly pale. He stared straight into the distance, raised his hand and pointed at a corner at the end of the street, and said:

"Look at there-"

Wen Jianyan looked in the direction he pointed.

Not far away, near the left side of the street, through the cloudy rain, you can vaguely see a dark, motionless shadow.

Like...

"A man with his back to us."

As if she was afraid of disturbing something, the yellow-haired voice was pressed down very low, leaving only a little trembling sound.

The moment the yellow-haired words came to the ground, everyone couldn't help but feel scared.
To be continued...