Chapter 411

The sky was pitch black, and there was no light at all.

The huge playground was silent.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, his face turned pale in rare form.

Although his san value no longer continues to decline, it is almost impossible to restore it to normal levels by relying solely on willpower.

Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations tortured him.

The coldness that almost freezes his soul makes him tremble all over. The strange phantom sways at the edge of his sight, but he always looks in horror, and then suddenly disappears.

You can hear whispers of unknown content in your ears, and you don’t know which direction you come from, but you carry some strange power that can drive people crazy.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forced himself to remain sane in this state, and then raised his head.

On the bloody track, the expressionless student union members had disappeared at some point.

Looking around, he was the only one left in the whole world.

And his hallucinations.

"Why don't you look at me?" Wu Zhu asked.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

It depends on you?

But to be honest, he really didn't expect why Wu Zhu even had Phantoms so annoying.

Wen Jianyan ignored the other party's existence, lowered his head, and tried to think about his current situation.

He opened his backpack.

Like the professional courses, except for the epic props, everything else is displayed and unusable.

Obviously, this is the feature of the compulsory course in this copy, but before, in professional courses, they only needed a night of sleep. Although they could not use props, there was no danger.

However, the current situation is obviously not something that can be solved simply by just a night of sleep.

【Integrity first】In the live broadcast room:

"I came back from the live broadcast room next door... I finally knew why someone said that the anchor is the most dangerous so far. He was in a compulsory course that should not be in danger of life, and he could not use anything. He encountered an attack on Hugo!"

"But the anchor shouldn't be completely unarmed, right? Aren't epic props still usable?"

"But according to my impression, none of the anchor's epic props should be suitable for this situation. [Sacred Infant Relics] is a set of invincible buffs, but invincible has a time limit. Even if the time is over, you have to die. [Bronze Scissors] is an attack prop, but there is no entity to attack him on the runway. [Kraft Paper] is very suitable for use in this situation now, but in my impression, the anchor used up all the three problems in the last copy, and now it is basically a piece of waste paper... I think it's almost the same as unarmed."

"Good guy, there are old fans in front of you. You can know everything about it. It's awesome."

"But talent should be useful."

"Indeed! The anchor's talent seems to be quite out of order now. In addition, he is now a member of the official secret council, and the number of talent used in a single copy has also increased. As long as he is lucky, he should be able to successfully cheat the copy."

“Better luck…”

"Better luck..."

"Family, laugh out loud."

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt a blur in his eyes, and a buzzing sounded in his mind instantly. The originally distant whisper in his ears instantly magnified, making him feel a little unsteady.

At the same time, the number above his head slowly jumped and fell one square.

SAN value: 27

“?!”

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

Only then did he notice that from when his toes actually touched the scarlet track again - so his san value began to fall again.

His heart beat, and he quickly took a few steps back, and quickly left the track before the san value dropped to 26.

Did you move forward without you knowing it?

Have no impression...

Wen Jianyan raised his head in surprise and looked around him.

In the darkness, the runway outside the grassland was bloody red. As the san value decreased, the previous illusion appeared again. Rubber particles turned into eyeballs with needle tips, staring at him with a weird laugh, and said in a sharp, thin, baby-like voice:

Come here soon, come here soon...

Their sounds come from all directions.

The runway was like a river of blood, with invisible shadows floating below, waiting for the opportunity to emerge from the water.

Wen Jianyan then noticed that compared with just now, the width of the runway has expanded significantly.

Like a rope around your neck, the runway outside the grassland is tightening, quietly eroding the safety area under your feet, which is not big.

The whole process seems slow, but it is actually fast.

It took only half a minute before he left the track, and the bloody track had touched his toes again.

Wen Jianyan's heart suddenly sank.

He knew that it would not take long before the runway would completely spread to his feet, and this safety zone would completely disappear, leaving him with little time.

Like a prisoner standing on a gallows, Wen Jianyan clearly saw his lack of time.

So, is it the same for everyone except yourself? Why do members of the student union appear?

Because of the previous name?

No, this is not important. The first thing you should think about now is how to get out of here.

Student Union, name, leave...

……Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, held down his forehead that was experiencing a slight pain.

My head seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. It was originally very simple to think about problems, but it was now stuck in my mind like cement.

【Integrity first】Live room:

"?What's wrong with the anchor now?"

"How can I be tortured by auditory hallucinations?"

"If I remember correctly, 30 is the critical value in this copy. After the san value is lowered below 30, every point will become very critical. If you fall a little, the easier it will be to collapse. In the end, even the complete thinking will be difficult to organize. I remember that when the copy was last opened, there was an anchor who went crazy when the san value was around 15, and he had not even assimilated with the copy at that time."

"I just don't know what the anchor has seen now... It should be very curious, hahahaha!"

Wen Jianyan felt that his mind was being torn to pieces by an invisible hurricane, sound, light and shadow... Everything seemed to have become a weapon that could attack him, pounding his psychological defense like a substance.

“…”

A familiar voice came from a distance, and long forgotten memories were born.

It's like calling, crying, accusing, and screaming.

fraud.

fraud.

fraud.

Someone is saying.

"uncomfortable?"

Wu Zhu's voice seemed to be magnified several times, and his soul was surrounding him.

The next second, something cold fell on my forehead.

Wen Jianyan was shocked and looked up.

——It’s Wu Zhu’s finger.

As his san value decreases, some vague boundary is broken, and the phantom that originally exists in imagination also possesses entities like those sounds.

The golden eyes were so close.

"What did you see?"

Wu Zhu leaned closer and looked at Wen Jianyan's pale face with interest.

“…”

The cold feeling on the forehead made people feel calm. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations just now seemed to have gone away, and Wen Jianyan's eyes flashed.

No, no improvement.

Because Wu Zhu is an illusion.

——Starting to doubt his judgment on hallucinations and truth means his condition has become worse.

In the dizziness, Wen Jianyan forced himself to glance at the upper right corner: the san value did not increase, and even fell above 26.

really.
To be continued...