Chapter 73

In the anchor lobby, the system prohibits conflicts between players. Therefore, the life safety of all anchors is guaranteed without entering the dungeon.

In the next six hours, Wen Jianyan met with several guilds he had carefully selected.

Based on the three days of contact, Wen Jianyan has basically figured out the character of the representative anchor sent by the guild.

Therefore, depending on the different anchors he meets, the appearance he chooses is also different.

Like Oracle, who likes to monopolize industries, Wen Jianyan is an intellectual middle-aged man who looks delicate and weak, easy to control and has no offensive power.

For those who are as aggressive as Dark Fire and respect the strength within the guild, Wen Jianyan will put on his strong man shell, making himself unable to be ignored in terms of appearance and momentum, and fighting for the right to respond in terms of appearance.

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If the visitor's communication in the past few days has revealed flaws, and Wen Jianyan finds that he is easily attracted by beauty, the liar will put on the shell of his own red-haired beauty.

Although everyone knows that the appearance of all anchors in the system space is not necessarily real, but all humans are visual animals, even if they understand intellectually that the other person's current appearance is probably not real, but during the conversation

They will also become "confused" and "bewildered", and become a prisoner of vision uncontrollably.

This is a huge advantage for Wen Jianyan.

He is a person who is good at using his appearance, and now he is able to maximize the effect of each appearance, almost like a fish in water, and he can do it at his fingertips.

What a great feature!

Although it is not impossible to use the appearance in copies, the price is simply too high.

After all, if the anchor suddenly changes his appearance, it will be very difficult for the audience who are already familiar with the anchor's image to accept it.

Although Wen Jianyan is considered wealthy among novice anchors, he is still reluctant to part with such high accumulated expenses.

He admired his interface and sighed regretfully.

Sooner or later one day he will wear a copy of it!

Is this the joy of spending money to buy skins in games? Love it.

In six hours, Wen Jianyan gained a lot.

He found that the amount of information obtained by anchors in high-level guilds was completely unmatched by ordinary anchors, especially many veteran guilds. They had thoroughly understood many of the internal rules of Nightmare and knew very well how to use them in the rules.

Get your own stuff within the limits of permission.

For example, although the anchor cannot choose the dungeon he enters next, he can control the difficulty of the next dungeon within an acceptable range by controlling the anchor level in the team. This can not only reduce the mortality rate of the anchor, but also

Follow this method to bring in new people in the guild.

In addition, they can also use the talent of the anchor to predict the next dungeon of the anchor in the guild. If there is a required type of item, they will form a team based on the information and conduct targeted operations on that dungeon.

explore.

Even hidden items of the same level will have a level area after becoming props.

The higher the grade, the longer the duration, and the stronger the functionality.

There are actually many props on the market that can destroy ghosts, such as the toy gun props given to him by Ji Guan in [Fukang Private General Hospital]. However, props can often target ordinary ghosts. If used on powerful

On the dungeon boss, not only may it be completely useless, but it will also anger the opponent and make you die faster.

What Wen Jianyan needs is props that can directly target the dungeon boss.

"Of course there are props!"

One of the guild representatives patted his chest and said: "We happen to have a C-level anchor who will start broadcasting in about ten days. The dungeon he enters will have similar props that can hurt the boss. If you are willing to join our guild

, as soon as the transfer procedure is completed, you can be included in the team!"

He coughed slightly: "I will also join the team when the time comes, and I can take care of you together."

The beautiful red-haired woman had a smile on her lips, and her pair of amber fox-colored eyes slightly raised, with a terrifying and enchanting charm: "Really? Thank you very much."

She leaned forward slightly, her snow-white neck curved into a straight curve: "I will consider it."

Six hours later.

Wen Jianyan finally ended her journey as a social butterfly.

"Bang."

The room closed behind him.

The moment he entered the room, Wen Jianyan's appearance was automatically removed, and he transformed from a strong man with a height of two meters into a young man with a slim figure.

He looked gloomy, and after taking two shaky steps, he fell face down on the soft sofa with a pop, which shocked Su Cheng and Ji Guan.

They jumped up and gathered around: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Wen Jianyan moved his head, revealed half of his face, and said feebly:

"I'm so exhausted..."

Although he is very good at deceiving people with disguises, after six hours of non-stop role switching and testing each other, Wen Jianyan, even though he thought he was strong, could not stand the high-intensity consumption and almost couldn't bear it.

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It's just a marathon.

Ji Guan leaned down, poked Wen Jianyan's shoulder, and whispered, "I added more chocolate this time. I've left it for you in the kitchen."

Wen Jianyan sighed and shook his head dejectedly: "No, I don't have the energy to eat now."

Just sleepy.

He climbed up slowly and hard, and the muscles and bones in his body made an overwhelmed clicking sound. Wen Jianyan moved his neck, then turned around and staggered towards the room, looking at the two people behind him without looking back.

The man waved his hand and said lazily:

"I'm going to take a nap first, you call me."

After returning to his room, Wen Jianyan used the last bit of strength he had left to take a shower, then threw himself onto the soft big bed and rolled slowly.

His muscles were sore now, his brainpower was exhausted, and he was feeling groggy.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and turned off the light with a "pop" sound.

A sense of darkness enveloped him, and in just a short breath, Wen Jianyan fell into a deep sleep.

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Wen Jianyan knew he was dreaming.

Ever since he entered the nightmare live broadcast room, he would inevitably have nightmares every time he fell asleep.

After all, although Wen Jianyan won't be defeated by the things in the copy, he is still a normal human being.

Sometimes it is a copy of what I have personally experienced. The broken and bloody fragments are pieced together randomly. Faces that are familiar or unfamiliar overlap and move in front of my eyes. Some are anchors, some are NPCs, some are ghosts, and some are...

Just a simple outline of the facial features.

Fierce ghosts, running for their lives, screaming.

Sometimes he would dream about his own death - a tragic death with disembowelment and bleeding.

but……

In the next three days after the last dungeon ended, despite experiencing such terrible things, his sleep quality improved.

Wen Jianyan drifted between half-asleep and half-awake, recalling in a daze.

There are no longer all kinds of weird and terrifying scenes in the dream. On the contrary, there is only an endless darkness in my mind, with no end in sight, dead silence and tranquility.

Perhaps his ability to accept is stronger than before.

However, today's dream is different from the past.

The darkness that had been quiet for three days began to tumble for some unknown reason, and gradually condensed into a familiar human shape.

The distance between the other party and himself seemed very far away, but for some reason, Wen Jianyan could clearly picture the other party's face in his mind——

Spell-like tattoos, jet-black hair, and cold golden eyes.

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The sleeping young man seemed uneasy. His brows were slightly furrowed, fine beads of sweat oozed from his pale forehead, his hair was stuck to it, and his breathing became slightly quickened involuntarily.

He turned over involuntarily, and the edges of his loose clothes lifted up, revealing half of his slim and graceful waist.

The hip bones are thin and the white lower abdomen is slightly sunken. On the soft and sweaty skin, the scarlet and complex brand is immersed in the shadow of the cloth.

Along with the young man's unsteady breathing, the tattoo looked particularly bright and strange, and seemed to be shining with a faint golden luster.

In a dream.

The smell of blood lingered in his nose, and something in the darkness around him took control, rolled up consciously, and wrapped around the young man's feet.

Wen Jianyan frowned and took two steps back. The darkness around his ankles disappeared, dissipating like mist.

He raised his head and his pupils subconsciously shrank slightly.

The figure of the man who was still far away and barely visible just now, somehow the distance between him and him has shortened a lot. Although there is still thick darkness between them, Wen Jianyan can still clearly see the golden pair.

Inhuman eyes.

"Damn it, no matter how hard you dream, it won't make you peaceful."

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and rubbed his hair irritably.

Could it be that the other party has put too much psychological shadow on me?

His ghost still lingers, and he still pursues his dreams...

"are you sure?"

The man's deep voice sounded in the darkness, and he took another step forward. Deep in his eyes, a cruel smile flashed:
Chapter completed!