In the corridor, everyone ran wildly.

Bai Xue was a little knocked down by Wen Jianyan, and he staggered before he could barely keep up. As he ran, he turned his face slightly and looked at the young man who was pulling him to run. His strangely dark eyes seemed to be faintly

Revealing a thoughtful look.

Ahead, Wen Jianyan walked like flying.

He could feel that the cow tears smeared on his eyelids were gradually drying up, and the air in front of him that was originally as red as blood was gradually stabilizing in color, gradually turning into a normal, slightly mirror-dark brown-red color. The doors on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed.

Close, "Do Not Disturb" everything is gradually disappearing.

Wen Jianyan knew clearly that he was once again "covered by a ghost".

He raised his head and looked at Huang Mao, who was running directly in front of the team - now, he could only count on his teammates to lead the way.

Without stopping, Huang Mao quickly rounded the corner of the corridor ahead and ran forward with all his strength. The others followed closely behind.

As time goes by, the air temperature begins to decrease.

The cold wind blew from behind, mixed with a faint fragrance, and it was so cold that it seemed to penetrate into the seams of the bones, making people unable to help but shiver from the bottom of their hearts. Then, there were strange "squeaking" sounds one after another from behind.

It was like...the door was pushed open from the inside. Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.

At this time, although conflicts between anchors are not allowed, there is no restriction on ghosts from killing people. The worst thing is that this itself is Anis' talent.

Previously, in the mirror copy, due to the restrictions of the rules, his ability could not be effectively used. However, now that he has entered the real copy with no obstacles between him and the ghost, Anis's advantage has skyrocketed.

If it were in the past, the other party might have considered the frequency of use and side effects of the talent, but once the most important prop fell into Wen Jianyan's hands, the other party had obviously made all-out preparations.

"Don't look back, keep running!" Wen Jianyan raised his voice and shouted hoarsely.

The group of people immediately quickened their pace.

However, it is a pity that compared with this kind of supernatural power, human foot strength is obviously not enough.

"Bang" "Bang"

The sound of opening the door became louder and closer, and in the end, it almost sounded like it was ringing close to the back of the neck, which was creepy.

"Bang"

Another door was pushed open, and the whistling wind happened to brush past Wen Jianyan's side.

At that critical moment, Wen Jianyan glanced slightly and saw the door that was pushed open beside him - the open door, the dark doorway, and the pale face looming inside the doorway.

In the corridor ahead, many doors gradually began to loosen, and the creaking sound of the door shafts rotating echoed in the corridor, which seemed particularly ominous.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Wen Jianyan's spine.

At that moment, the previous scene in the original copy flashed through his mind, and he shouted: "---Don't run away, everyone wears a mask!"

In the original copy, the mask's ability is far more powerful than in the mirror copy. It can make the ghosts mistake their identity. As long as they don't do anything too outrageous, they can be temporarily safe.

Under Wen Jianyan's order, the group took out masks and covered their faces as quickly as possible.

There are more and more "ghosts" in the corridor.

The cold air overflowed from the door after door, and the lights above seemed to be affected by a supernatural situation and began to gradually dim. "Zi, zhi." The lights flashed.

In the corridor below, stiff figures walked out of the room one after another. Their blurred and pale faces swayed in front of everyone's eyes, carrying a terrifying and ghostly aura.

"…"

The group of people was forced to slow down and walk slowly in the corridor at a "natural" speed.

Under the masks, their faces were also pale and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

Although they knew early on that the rooms on both sides of the corridor were full of "ghosts", but even so, the psychological pressure caused by losing the barrier of the door and passing by them was completely different from before.

Don't.

What's more...

Chen Mo walked forward step by step with stiff steps. His voice was very low: "At this speed, Black will catch up."

Wen Jianyan did not answer directly.

His voice was muffled under the mask, and came in a low voice: "Steady, don't be in a hurry."

In the corridor, the number of ghosts is increasing, and the people walking can almost be regarded as staggering. The air is filled with arrows, and the atmosphere continues to be pressurized, like heavy boulders pressing down on everyone.

On my chest, I saw the simulated cold door opening on the track of my racing heartbeat, unable to breathe smoothly.

However, I don't know if it was because Anis and others were also afraid of these ghost groups. Although Wen Jianyan and his party were forced to slow down to "walking", they still did not catch up.

Finally, when their ability to accept was close to the limit, Huang Mao's voice, which was deliberately lowered but filled with uncontrollable joy, sounded from the side:

"Right ahead!"

Ahead, a closed door came into view.

It represents a temporarily safe "employee rest area", and at the same time, it is also a life-saving straw for all of them now.

Like a drowning person seeing driftwood, everyone couldn't hide their excitement and subconsciously speeded up their pace.

The door is right in front of you.

Huang Mao, who was walking at the front, raised his hand and grabbed the door handle. Just as he was about to press it down, his movements suddenly froze. The air fell into dead silence.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something was wrong and asked.

Still no one responded.

"Hey, hello!" Wen Jianyan raised his voice slightly.

However, this time, not only Huang Mao, but also everyone else in the team seemed to have been pressed to stop time. They all stopped in place without any warning, and they all fell into a long period of numbness and sluggishness.

Among them, even Bai Xue is included.

"you……"

Wen Jianyan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

At the same time, the live broadcast room of [Integrity First] also exploded:

"!!"

"What's going on?"

"Damn, dang, I finally understand, ah, ah, it's a gentleman, a gentleman has taken action!"

"I knew it... Black would never give up!"

"The dungeon has reached the final stage, and they have finally become serious...I am really starting to worry about the anchor now."

There were footsteps behind me.

Wen Jianyan stood there, turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Why didn't you run away?"

The gentleman asked elegantly with a smile on his lips.

Behind them, the two controlled red anchors, with dull expressions and stiff steps, followed closely behind the gentlemen, like two puppets who had lost their souls.

Just like before, Anis stretched out his hand with a sinister smile on his lips: "Props——"

Before he spoke, Wen Jianyan moved Huang Mao's hand away with lightning speed and pressed the door handle for him. Then, like a swimming fish, he turned aside and got into the room alone.

Inside.

"Bang."

The door closes.

His other teammates were all left outside the room.

The gentleman seemed surprised for a moment, but then he reacted and showed a look of surprise. He shook his head, smacked his tongue and said: "Tsk."

"Of course, there is nothing wrong with you doing this. After all, no matter what, the weight of your teammates' lives is very different compared to your own."

said the gentleman.

He stepped forward and walked to Bai Xue at the end of the team.

Through the mask, he looked at those strangely dark eyes. Bai Xue seemed to be equally trapped, but the strange thing was that his eyes were not as dull as others, but he still maintained a clear mind! Although the gentleman

Looking at Bai Xue, the voice was talking to Wen Jianyan:

"However, I remember you said that you also left paintings in the gallery? Or did you say that you left paintings for everyone?"

He squeaked softly and withdrew his gaze: "But, it doesn't look like it to me."

The gentleman walked slowly to the closed door, curled his fingers, and knocked gently: "Anyway, this is our last proposal."

"Hand over the props, otherwise, all your teammates will die."

After saying that, the gentleman laughed again: "However, based on your previous reaction, the possibility of leaving the room and handing over the props seems...not high."

In fact, your judgment is surprisingly correct. Before the banquet begins, the anchors cannot kill each other. Even now, I cannot take the lives of your teammates, but must wait until the moment the banquet begins.

That's it - of course, the moment they came under my control, their fate was already decided. Even if the copy ended in time before I started, and they returned to the anchor lounge area, as long as I wanted to, they would still
To be continued...