Chapter 96

Wen Jianyan had a smile on her lips and looked away casually.

[Honesty comes first] The live broadcast room exploded:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh looking a good looking! You are the best bitch liar! [Reward Points 50]"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuii

"Damn it, this guy is definitely planning something bad again! You bad guy! [Reward Points 100]"

"Why do I get ticked by my wife every day? My heart can't stand it, help me!! [Reward Points 100]"

"What are you looking at?"

Yun Bilan on the side raised her eyes, glanced towards the opposite place, and easily caught the yellow-haired figure.

She was startled slightly and narrowed her eyes:

"Are you sure? They are the ones following us?"

"Yes." Wen Jianyan nodded, with joy and interest in his eyes.

As a liar who makes a living by playing with people's hearts, he is very sensitive to human sight and emotions - no matter what.

When he was in the leisure park before, he only had a vague feeling of being watched. After entering this project, the team entered the four-person anchor team just before it started, which officially triggered his radar.

Although Huang Mao is the timid and cowardly person with all his heart written on his face.

However, it was not him who really exposed their team, but several of his teammates.

That vagueness, although it is disguised, still reveals the targeting and malice from the glances, deliberately keeping a distance, invisible sight, judging, evaluating and examining, it is all too familiar.

Before entering this nightmare live broadcast room, the world that Wen Jianyan lived in was almost entirely composed of these existences.

That's when he breathed the air, grew in the soil, and swallowed the poison.

Familiar with Wen Jianyan, he almost does not need to confirm again, and he can directly draw the conclusion.

That's them.

Moreover, this team is different from Brother Scar's previous ones. They are not a loose team that operates under the control of certain emotions and greed. They have extremely clear goals and targets.

They are targeted.

They are skilled.

If someone else buys the props, Brother Scar and the others will follow suit. They follow the smell. Hyenas are social scavengers. They just want to bite off a piece of meat from their prey. As long as they give it a beating, they will pinch it.

It barks with its tail and runs away.

But this group of people is different.

Wen Jianyan is very sure.

It's for yourself, not for him to win props and lottery tickets.

In addition, he is very self-aware of his ability to make enemies.

Therefore, after realizing that the attack was against him, Wen Jianyan basically guessed what this group of people meant.

The reason why he approached Huang "Mao" was not to confirm whether his guess was correct, but simply for one reason - this anchor was the only weak point in the entire team.

His emotions are too fragile, like a tight bow string that will break at the slightest touch.

Timid, fearful, sensitive, cowardly.

Unless they are protected, such people will not survive long in Nightmare Live.

There is only one possibility for such a mercenary team to choose to take such an emotionally fragile member with them.

His talent is immeasurable.

Even ten key.

So, what kind of talents would a team with the goal of killing anchors and charging high commissions need?

Output? Of course.

Control? Maybe.

But these must be established only after finding the target.

If you want to kill someone, the most important first step is to find the person first. Being dropped into the same instance is of course the first step, but that's not the end of it.

Nightmare dungeon maps are often large, and the smallest one is an entire building. The size of this amusement park map is unimaginable to Wen Jianyan. With so many anchors, it is not easy to find and recognize one person.

In connection with the sight that he had been vaguely aware of before, Wen Jianyan had almost confirmed that his talent seemed to be related to his eyesight.

Now that he was sure of this, he counterattacked accordingly.

No matter how many different attack styles the opponent uses, as long as they still rely on the "eye" of Huang Mao, they must not cause harm to him.

The Gray City team would never have imagined that even without formal contact, their behavior and dependence would be completely exposed.

People with fragile minds are the most vulnerable to hints and influences in this copy - especially since Wen Jianyan's fear of mushrooms has not yet been completed.

All it takes is a little physical contact to easily affect a person's state.

"Hey, hey, what are you looking at?"

The team member lifted it up and dangled it in front of his eyes.

Huang Mao suddenly came back to his senses. His face was pale and his forehead was wet with sweat. He held Hui Cheng's arms tightly: "He, he knows, he definitely knows!"

Hui Cheng frowned: "Calm down."

He turned his head and glanced behind him without leaving any trace.

The target person was still looking down at the corpse in front of him, looking almost the same as before.

It felt so weird to him, almost to the point that Huang Mao shuddered.

"How about... let's not do this..." Huang Mao suggested in a low voice: "Even if our mission fails, can we?"

At this time, everyone's eyes became unkind.

"This is an A-level dungeon. Do you think we have been working in such a dangerous situation for so long just to give up halfway?" His teammates narrowed their eyes, looked at him, and asked as if unintentionally:

"What exactly did he say in your ear before? Is it really just thank you?"

"...!"

Huang Mao's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously loosened his grip on Hui Cheng.

A strong fear of being doubted and abandoned by his teammates arose in his heart. He knew that if he showed similar emotions again, this suspicion would probably be confirmed.

This is what he fears most.

"Okay, okay." Hui Cheng frowned: "Do you have to start fighting among yourself at this time?"

He looked at Huang Mao: "Get ready. We will move when we enter the next tunnel. Don't make any mistakes this time. Do you understand?"

Huang Mao nodded, no longer daring to show his emotions on his face, and whispered:

"Ming, I understand."

Wen Jianyan stared at the corpse in front of him.

Its body was swollen, its skin was abnormally pale, its eyes were wide-open, and it looked particularly terrifying.

I don’t know if it’s Wen Jianyan’s illusion...

It always seemed like something was slowly moving under its skin.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank: "Quick, back up!"

The corpse in front of me expanded rapidly at a speed that was difficult to react to. The originally edematous body seemed to have been inflated and completely swelled!

"bump!"

With a violent sound, the entire body exploded from the inside out!

The thin layer of skin was as loose and soft as rubber, with no bones, no muscles, and no internal organs. There was only a pool of semi-liquid liquid wrapped in the skin, and the sticky and transparent liquid gurgled.

Pouring out from the skin, it was filled with densely packed, crawling frog eggs.

However, it is different from the last time when fat brother had frog eggs under his skin.

The eggs growing under Fat Brother's skin are two to three millimeters in diameter, but this time they have obviously expanded to one or two centimeters, and they are crowded together.

A layer of translucent film lay in front of Wen Jianyan's eyes. He had just activated the prop quickly, and it happened to protect the few of them in it, so they were not splashed.

The translucent frog eggs slowly slid down from the barrier in front of Wen Jianyan.

He was panting rapidly, a little frightened, and his eyes were fixed in the air, following the frog eggs sliding downward.

The unknown black creatures inside were swimming hard, as if they were struggling to escape from the depths of the omentum, and some had even escaped. They were pitch black and looked like small insects swimming in the transparent medium. They could not be said to be tadpoles, but instead

Like some weird creature that doesn't belong to any species.

Wen Jianyan looked at the liquid and eggs falling on the ground, his face a little ugly.

Compared with the "eggs" they encountered in the haunted house, the growth progress of these frog eggs was obviously much higher.
To be continued...