Welcome to the Nightmare Live - CH 58

Chapter 58: Evil spirit believer

There were chaotically spinning color blocks in front of him, and his internal organs were churning because of the familiar feeling of dizziness.

Wen Jianyan stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before he could open his eyes, a strange smell rushed into his nose, making his heart shudder.

There was a dead silence around his ears.

“……”

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and made mental preparation for a few seconds before forcing himself to open his eyes slowly.

In front of him was a narrow room.

The curtains were pulled tightly, the light was dim, and the air was dusty. The walls were covered with dirty green wallpaper; water stains seeped from under the wallpaper, leaving yellowish-brown stains. The room was very messy. The surface of the sofa was covered with oil stains and had lost its original color, and garbage and dirty clothes were piled up randomly on it.

The layout of the room was a bit familiar.

Wen Jianyan was stunned, and it took him two seconds to realize that he was in 1316 now.

He reached into his pocket—the phone wasn’t brought in.

The translucent live broadcast interface logo was also gray and could not be opened, but there was a 15-minute countdown above his head, and the seconds were slowly decreasing.

Could this be the effect of the “Mr. Mirror” prop? Could it make one see what happened in this room?

Wen Jianyan blinked.

If this was the case, then the 20,000 points were really worth it!

Suddenly……

“Cluck.”

“Cluck.”

The familiar sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded in his ears. Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank, and he turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the sound.

He saw a pale hand slowly stretching out from under the sofa. The bright red nail polish on the nails was mottled and peeling; the nails were broken, and the long, black, knotted, and dirty hair spread out from the gap below as if something was trying to crawl out from under the sofa.

F*ck!

It’s a ghost!

The fine hair on Wen Jianyan’s body stood on end in an instant.

The familiar system sound rang in his ears, reminding him kindly: 【If the anchor dies while using the prop, the live broadcast will end and the live broadcast room will close immediately. In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, the anchor should ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and doesn’t disconnect!】

“……”

Wen Jianyan’s expression twisted for a moment.

He decided to take back what he just said.

20,000 points to buy a death crisis, worth a fart!

Wen Jianyan turned his head and rushed toward the door, twisting the doorknob hard, but to no avail. He had to give up the idea of ​​escaping through the front door. He turned his head and rushed in the direction of the bedroom!

Like the living room, the bedroom was also dimly lit and dusty.

The greasy bed was unkempt, with cigarette butts and trash everywhere.

The smell of blood in the air intensified.

“Cluck.”

“Cluck.”

The voice that made Wen Jianyan’s scalp tingle sounded again.

This time, the sound came from under the bed.

A pale arm protruded from under the bed, wearing a torn bracelet on the wrist. A stiff, smiling face slowly emerged from the darkness, and a pair of cloudy, pure white eyes stared at Wen Jianyan firmly.

Viscous black and red blood slowly flowed out from under the bed.

There was a pungent, rancid smell in the air.

Wen Jianyan took a step back subconsciously.

“Cluck.”

There was another clear friction sound from behind, as if the ghost under the sofa had crawled out completely and was slowly approaching him from behind.

Is this a two-sided attack?

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that his face paled. He looked at the sofa and under the bed for a while, pressed his back against the bedroom wall, and moved back little by little. While trying to stay away from the opponent’s attack range, he frantically poked at the gray live broadcast panel in front of him, but there was no response.

Can’t use props, can’t leave the room, locked up with two ghosts…

This prop is f*cking here to pit him!

Wen Jianyan was feeling a little devastated.

As he stepped back, he glanced at the countdown timer above his head. This was the first time he was hoping so much that a prop would expire soon.

“Bang.”

Wen Jianyan’s arm hit the closet beside him.

The closet was not locked. Its door, which had been closed in a false way, slowly opened under the impact.

The rancid smell that he smelled just a moment ago rushed toward his face.

A pale, tear-stained face appeared in the depths of the closet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

…living?

Curled up in the closet was a girl with disheveled clothes and dirty, knotted hair. She stared at Wen Jianyan outside the closet with terrified and bewildered eyes, sobbing from time to time.

While Wen Jianyan was in a daze, the other two ghosts had already approached.

He had nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape.

At this moment, he heard the sound of a key turning in the door lock from the living room. Through a thin layer of wall, the metal turning sound was clear and distinct, as if someone was coming in from outside.

At that moment, the two ghosts in front of him disappeared.

“…?”

Wen Jianyan blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because the crisis was over, he heard a familiar voice from the living room.

“You were right to come to me.”

The voice was old and weak, and it awakened Wen Jianyan’s memory almost instantly.

It was Granny Wen! That vicious old woman who tried to refine all the anchors into the soul-locking altar!

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

He made a quick decision.

The young man with the amber eyes kneeled down, fixed his eyes on the girl who was curled up in the closet, and then made a sound with his finger on his lips: “Shh.”

Immediately afterward, he bent over, got in the closet, and closed the door without making a sound.

Although the space in the closet was considered spacious, Wen Jianyan still couldn’t avoid touching the other party.

The girl’s body was very cold, like ice, and even a simple touch made him shiver uncontrollably.

The air was closed and turbid, mixed with a strong smell of corpses and blood.

With the light, Wen Jianyan saw something stuck on the wall behind him.

There was a sound of walking outside the closet. Granny Wen seemed to be pacing in the room. Wen Jianyan didn’t intend to pay attention to the sound outside. Instead, he leaned closer to the wall behind him, held his breath, and looked carefully at the things pasted in the closet.

The light spilled in through the gaps in the closet, barely illuminating the narrow space.

These seem to be news reports and photos that had been carefully cut out of newspapers, and some parts had been circled with red pens. The words were as densely packed as mosquitoes and flies, making them impossible to read in low light.

The headlines in bold were vaguely recognizable.

It seemed to be… about a series of murders in the city where several young women went missing.

One of the photos caught Wen Jianyan’s attention.

In the photo was a female corpse lying in a pool of blood. The nails of the corpse were painted with bright red nail polish.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

He leaned back slightly and began to search for something on the wall, which was covered with newspaper cuttings.

In the upper right corner, a photo was taken in a blurry, dark room, faintly showing a pale arm with a broken bracelet on the wrist.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a pale and stiff arm stretched out from the side and slowly climbed onto Wen Jianyan’s shoulder.

Wen Jianyan couldn’t help shivering and turned to look in the direction of the girl.

The other party had already approached him at some point, and that pale face covered with tears was close to him: “I want to go home.”

She spoke in a nasal voice.

“Please, I want to go home.”

The dark, dirty hair hung down and rubbed against Wen Jianyan’s arm, making him stiff and unable to move.

Wen Jianyan tried to move his eyes——

Suddenly, in the upper left corner of the closet, he saw a photo that looked like it had just been posted.

In the photo, the girl was lying on her back on the cold concrete floor, staring at the sky with her lifeless eyes, and there was a pool of scarlet blood under her body.

Wen Jianyan’s gaze once again fell on the face of the girl who was squeezed into the closet with him.

…Exactly the same facial features.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of goosebumps crawling up his arms in an instant, and a chill began to appear from the depths of his internal organs.

Not a living person.

The girl in front of him… was also a ghost.

At this moment, a strange male voice came from outside. His voice was full of emotions, trembling slightly under a kind of fiery passion, and there was a creepy, strong enthusiasm hidden in the depth of his voice:

“Yes, I came to you as soon as I saw them appear.”

“You did the right thing.” Granny Wen’s voice was old and loving: “They are the slaves of the evil spirit, and the Bodhisattva will notice all your good deeds. As long as you seal the evil spirit, the Bodhisattva will definitely bestow favor on you. “

Immediately afterward, the man’s ecstatic voice of gratitude sounded again.

There was a weird clanging sound from outside the closet, accompanied by the smell of burning incense, and the old voice of a woman chanting a strange mantra echoed in his ears.

“Cluck”.

“Cluck”.

The familiar sound of bones rubbing against each other came from beside him.

“I want to go home.”

The girl’s eyes widened, and her pale and cold body moved under some strange external force. The bones all over her body made a crackling sound and began to bend, twist, compress, and shrink little by little…

To the size of a jar.

Her pale face was in the position of the mouth of the jar, her skull was completely sunken, and her whole body was constricted in an extremely narrow space.

Her silent, cloudy, death-gray eyes moved slowly.

Her dry lips moved, and she said slowly:

It hurts.

It hurts.

I want to go home.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a burning pain in his arm, and the spell-like black tattoo under his skin seemed to be struggling in invisible bondage, trying to break through his skin.

……Oh shit.

A strong emotion rushed straight to his brain.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

Questions that had been unanswered until now finally found answers.

For example… The possibility of a massacre of ten families in one building was too low, but there were already seven jars in 1316. How did the previous few jars come about?

He leaned down and gently stroked the ghost’s pale face with his fingertips, saying in a low, soft voice, “Hush.”

Immediately afterward, Wen Jianyan raised his head and glanced at the countdown above his head—there were less than two minutes left.

He pushed open the closet door and rushed out!

The chanting stopped, and the two people in the living room raised their eyes in shock, obviously not expecting someone to suddenly run out of the bedroom.

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the furnishings in the living room.

There was a small altar on the ground, a brass statue of an evil Bodhisattva, and a small black pottery jar placed in the center of the altar.

Next to the altar was a Bagua mirror, on which a scarlet talisman was pasted.

Granny Wen’s eyes fell on the back of Wen Jianyan’s hand hanging by his side. When she saw the black charm winding on the opponent’s skin, her eyes shrank suddenly, and a trace of fear flashed across her eyes.

She cried out in a shrill voice:

“This is a believer of the evil spirit, hurry up! Catch him!”

【Countdown: 01:02】

The man stood up; his face was pale, and there was a thick layer of blue and black under his eyes. His figure was tall and strong, and there was a frighteningly crazy light in the depths of his eyes.

He rushed towards Wen Jianyan suddenly!

“A believer? Bah.”

Wen Jianyan bent down and easily dodged the man’s attack. With a nimble and light figure, he bypassed the opponent’s attack circle in the blink of an eye and rushed straight to Granny Wen on the side.

Granny Wen fell to the side in panic——

But Wen Jianyan changed direction in an instant.

He kicked over the altar, and the black pottery jar shattered in response; a piece of yellow paper turned over, and the candle fell down. In the chaos, he picked up the Bagua mirror on the ground.

【Countdown: 00:12】

Granny Wen slowly got up from the ground, and a hint of sternness flashed in her cloudy eyes. Her lips twisted and trembled under the strong emotion, and she began to chant mantras.

【Countdown: 00:04】

Wen Jianyan glanced at the countdown that had less than five seconds left above his head and slightly raised his hand to tear off the talisman paper on the Bagua mirror.

Then, the young man curled his lips, showing a light and harmless smile:

“I am your evil spirit grandfather.”

The author has something to say:

The evil spirit himself, who got a wife inexplicably in one day, lost his wife, and was pretended to be him by his wife: ?