Chapter 367

Unlike when Wen Jianyan first fell, the underground of the mine has now completely returned to its original appearance.

Between the arc-shaped well walls, the air was humid and dull. Only a very dim light fell from the top of the head, barely illuminating the narrow space in front of it that could only accommodate one person, making it difficult to turn around.

There was dead silence down there.

Wen Jianyan clung to the uneven, cold and sticky wall behind him, huddled in a corner of the well, and stared in horror at the rotting bones not far away.

The signal in the Integrity First live broadcast room was finally restored, and the current scene appeared on the relit screen.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahaha, think about my sister Bilan just now, who touched the body without changing her expression, but her captain was so weak and pitiful that he cowered in the corner when he encountered the same scene."

"Laughing to death, I would like to be called a prophet."

"But it's so strange. Why did the corpse suddenly start to move? Yun Bilan stayed underground for a long time before. Why didn't he move before and now? Does the ghost in the dungeon also know what it means to bully the weak and fear the strong?"

"Because of the blood, Yun Bilan had no wounds when she went into the well before, but the injuries on the anchor's hands were very serious. I just saw that a lot of them were mixed into the well water. It may be because of this that the corpse was awakened."

Wen Jianyan was so frightened by the sudden movement of the corpse that his hair stood on end. His soul came out of his body, and he reflexively prepared to open his backpack and activate the props. However, at the last moment, his movements suddenly stopped and he paused in mid-air.

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"Why is the anchor so stunned?"

"Frightened?"

"Come on, he won't be scared stupid even if you are scared. Don't think I haven't seen it before. This guy can run as fast as a rabbit after seeing a ghost."

"Chuck, cluck."

The harsh sound of bones rubbing against each other echoed underground.

The bones hanging with rotting flesh stood up little by little from the cold muddy water up to their knees in a stiff posture.

A weak, gloomy light fell from the mouth of the well, barely illuminating the narrow space underground.

"Yeah."

Its head was strangely drooped to the side, and its dark eyes were slanted as it stared at him silently.

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale, and his back was pressed tightly against the wall, as if he was trying to embed himself deeply into the wall.

His throat struggled to swallow, but he still didn't move.

Previously, driven by nightmares, he entered the original box garden of Xingwang Hotel and spent a not short period of time there. Compared with this, the thrill he experienced after being dragged into the well by countless ghost hands

A scene as distant as if it happened in a previous life.

However, just before activating the props, Wen Jianyan suddenly recalled all these scenes.

The darkness, the damp mud, and the countless skeletons half-buried in the mud.

Whether it's the pale ghost hands protruding from the well or the rotting corpses that have reanimated in the mud of the well, they are all far smaller than the size of an adult.

In other words, they are all children.

In this small town, there is only one place for children.

If it were other people, they might just be confused, but Wen Jianyan was different.

He had once entered the depths of the "Little Garden" and had a very in-depth conversation with Hugo, who was about to unlock all the plots and obtain the platinum achievement of the copy. Therefore, he knew very well what these dead children's bones were -

They are materials.

It was to break free from the prison and send away the meals prepared by the jailer.

The NPC who gave these materials to Hugo was the woman in white hidden in the painting, and she was one of the teachers in that elementary school.

In the dark, many seemingly unrelated information are connected together.

Who is invisibly guiding them in this copy, and who is controlling all this behind the scenes, leading the incident to the final outcome...

However, because there were still many unanswered questions, Wen Jianyan left the street as quickly as possible and returned to the hotel when he was in the small garden. However, he still missed the mark and fell short.

When he rushed to the room, the banquet had already begun, and as the "guest", the vague-looking woman in white had already left, leaving him with an empty room.

The rotting corpse spread its legs and walked forward.

"Wow--"

The cold, muddy water sloshed, stirring up the long-standing sediment and gradually floating to the surface.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Wen Jianyan felt cold all over.

A strong sense of fear fermented in his heart, urging him to do something...

He gritted his teeth and forced his willpower to hold down his slightly trembling fingers.

"Wow--"

The sound of water continued to sound.

Wen Jianyan forced herself to focus on the bones that were slowly approaching in front of her. She held her breath and used all her willpower to observe carefully.

Yes, it was completely different from the child corpses he had seen before. It was indeed an adult's body.

On the skeleton covered by mud and decayed tissue, there are still some scattered pieces of fabric remaining. Although it is almost impossible to recognize the original appearance, some residual colors can still be vaguely glimpsed.

Like a white dress.

"..."

Wen Jianyan heard her heart beat rapidly and hit her ribs. Her breathing became unsteady, and the blood in her body seemed to boil and then condense out of fear.

That's right.

The woman in the painting that he had worked so hard to find in the small garden, although she was far from "alive", was actually standing in front of him.

The time to think is fleeting.

Wen Jianyan was only in a trance for a few seconds. The horrible corpse that exuded a putrid smell and was beyond recognition was already close at hand.

Although he was sufficiently mentally prepared, the physical fear still could not be completely overcome. A chill ran down Wen Jianyan's spine, and his stomach felt like a heavy stone, making him panic.

Without warning, the female corpse stopped and stopped moving.

It stood upright on the spot, its cervical spine bent to the side at a strange angle, its head fell to the side, and its empty eye sockets were lifeless.

It stood like this, as motionless as a puppet.

"...?"

The fear that seemed to be able to engulf people gradually calmed down, and was eventually replaced by the doubts that gradually rose in my heart.

Why didn't it move?

Wen Jianyan cleared his throat, "That..."

The female body remained motionless, stuck in the center of the well bottom like a pillar.

He added shakily, "...Hello?"

The female corpse remained motionless, showing no signs of being touched by his words.

The half-rotted head with exposed bones looked even more terrifying in the dim light.

Sure enough, like the other ghosts in this dungeon, this corpse was without exception, a ghost that only acted according to rules and instinctive desires, not an NPC like a hotel manager who could communicate.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was startled, as if he suddenly realized something.

He raised his hand and touched the mask covering his face.

Cold and pale, it looks like hard porcelain, but to the touch, it is a soft material like human skin.

A guess slowly came to mind.

In this dungeon, the function of the mask is to disguise humans as ghosts so that ghosts cannot recognize them.

If we speculate in this direction...

The corpse stopped moving. It was actually because he couldn't identify whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost.

Thinking this, Wen Jianyan hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the mask on his face.

He took off the mask little by little.

"Yeah."

The corpse seemed to sense something and turned its head in Wen Jianyan's direction.

As it took another step, the sound of water echoed again. Looking at the body getting closer and closer to him, Wen Jianyan's heartbeat had already reached 200 miles.

Although he is standing there without moving, in fact, Wen Jianyan is already ready to activate the props at any time to create opportunities for himself to escape.

As the distance shortened, Wen Jianyan noticed that there were very obvious, crushing signs of squeezing on its spine, as if it had been abruptly broken in the middle.

The corpse slowly raised its rotting arms, and then...

He handed over his hand.
To be continued...