Welcome to the Nightmare Live - CH 64.2

Chapter 64.2: Good and dedicated leader of the evil sect

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“There is no other way.”

Wang Hanyu turned around and said to Gao Chengxin in a low voice: “Under the current situation, three people must be sacrificed. Now we still have a little decision-making power. If we continue to delay, who knows whose name will be written on the yellow paper later.”

He raised his eyes, looked around the room, and said:

“Don’t forget, there is still the black side that is competing with us. If they really completed the mission before us, all 23 people on our red team will die! Sacrificing three people to save the remaining 20 lives, no matter what you say, it’s not a loss.”

Wang Hanyu stepped forward first.

He leaned over to pick up the pen, soaked it with cinnabar, and started writing on the yellow paper.

Soon, he put down his pen and turned to look at the rest of the people: “This is for the collective benefit of all of us.”

On the other side

Chen Mo walked down the corridor with the other three anchors.

During the chase just now, he accidentally separated from his team and was now trying to find their way back to the group.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, twirling the pads of his index finger and thumb subconsciously. He gritted his teeth, feeling an inexplicable craving for cigarettes.

Although he and the team scattered more than ten minutes ago, he and Wang Hanyu separated shortly after entering the mirror world.

That time, they found the soul-locking altar in 1304 and were dragged into the mirror by the monster.

After he used the props to leave the mirror world, he separated from Wang Hanyu and didn’t meet again until the scuffle just now. The next moment was the alienation of the instance and the allocation of factions.

After finding out that they were all assigned to the red side, Chen Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

He didn’t want to draw swords against his teammates.

However, what happened next was completely beyond his expectations.

The red team needed to decide the next course of action. But Wang Hanyu seemed to have gotten some information that he did not know about, and he thought that the whole thing was planned by the anchor on the black side. So he proposed that everyone find the red-side anchor who had been assisting the black side and then torture the black team anchor’s whereabouts from his mouth.

He tried to use the confrontational faction battle method to fight this non-confrontational faction battle.

In other words, total annihilation of all black anchors.

Chen Mo disagreed with this.

Since this was a non-confrontational faction battle, they should follow the rules and complete the main task before the opponent, rather than starting a one-sided encirclement and suppression.

This was not because of Chen Mo’s high moral standards.

Chen Mo’s level was C+, and he was only a few live broadcasts away from being promoted to B-.

Although he was only half a level higher than Wang Hanyu, he had entered far more instances than the other party. According to experience, in this kind of faction battle, the various forces are often balanced, and there is never one-sided crushing like this.

However, in this case, the number of people on the red side… was 23 and the number of people on the black side was 1.

This made Chen Mo vigilant.

The opponent must have some cards they didn’t know about; otherwise, the instance wouldn’t have made such an outrageous distribution of people.

However, Wang Hanyu was extremely obsessed with his own plan and didn’t listen to his persuasion at all.

Under such a dispute, the red team was divided into two teams. One team took the confrontational route with Wang Hanyu, and only a few anchors chose to go with Chen Mo to complete the main task.

The paranoia and emotionality of his teammates made Chen Mo very disappointed.

He and Wang Hanyu belonged to the same small guild. This guild was very small, with a total of only six members. All of them only met each other after entering the Nightmare.

He was the president, and Wang Hanyu was the vice president, but as the guild’s ranking rose, there were gradual disagreements between the two.

In instances below level A, there was a limit to the number of anchors, but above level A, there were levels S, SS, and SSS, and the restrictions on the number of people in these instances would be greatly relaxed.

If you relied on a strong guild in these instances, the difficulty of passing them would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu kept persuading Chen Mo, trying to get him to hand over his small guild and merge it into a larger guild, but Chen Mo always refused.

The differences gradually became bigger and bigger, until this in instance, where they reached a level that was impossible to ignore.

Chen Mo took out a flat cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, and bit it with his teeth.

He was not a fool; he could feel the change in the other party’s attitude.

Since entering this instance, every decision Wang Hanyu has made contradicts his. Although they could barely agree on many key issues before, Wang Hanyu would always listen to his decisions as president, despite his reluctance.

But…

Obviously, the other party was no longer prepared to maintain this superficial obedience.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, and the bitter smell of tobacco spread slowly on his tongue.

He took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and sighed.

It seemed that after this instance was over, they needed to have a good talk about the next development.

The footsteps of several people echoed in the empty corridor, but for some reason, Chen Mo just felt extra restless, as if something was always peeking behind him, which made his hair stand on end.

Chen Mo stood still, frowning and looking around.

His eyes froze in the corner of the corridor.

Strange.

Was there… a mirror before?

The blurry mirror reflected Chen Mo’s figure, and the red light above his head dimmed. Chen Mo couldn’t help feeling a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and he stepped back slowly—

However, it was too late.

A pair of paper arms protruded from the mirror, grabbed Chen Mo’s ankles tightly, and then dragged him into the mirror!!

No——

Chen Mo’s pupils constricted, but his whole body lost strength in an instant, and he could only be dragged into the mirror abruptly!

A feeling of dizziness struck.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Mo found that he had fallen into a space that looked very similar to the outside but was actually different. The corridors not far away were tangled with each other. In the darkness, there were countless paper figurines standing upright in the room, looking straight at him with their pale, smiling faces.

Not far away, there stood two other anchors.

They also looked equally bewildered.

Chen Mo stood up, and before he could say anything, he heard an old voice from above his head: “Congratulations on getting the opportunity to return to the embrace of the Bodhisattva. You voluntarily sacrificed your faith and life. The Bodhisattva will definitely be grateful for your devotion and dedication.”

“……”

Chen Mo was startled and recognized that it was Granny Wen’s voice.

“Wait! What do you mean?!” An anchor raised his head in panic and screamed in a trembling voice: “What voluntary sacrifice?”

Three pieces of yellow paper appeared in front of several people, and the scarlet… cinnabar writing on them was particularly dazzling.

“No! This is not my handwriting!”

The anchor’s eyes widened in disbelief: “This, this is—”

Chen Mo felt his heart being pinched fiercely, and a cold, black lump of iron fell to his stomach. That familiar handwriting pierced his eyeballs like needles, making his internal organs all tangle together.

Yes, this is not his handwriting.

This is…

The handwriting of a teammate.

“Since you didn’t do it voluntarily and you also have a strong desire to survive, then the Bodhisattva’s benevolence will give you a chance to save yourself.” The old voice echoed in their ears.

“Clang.”

The sound of cold metal crashing sounded in front of them, and three daggers landed in front of the three anchors at the same time.

“You only have an opportunity.”

“Only one person can get it.”

The old, heavy metal fell into their palms, reflecting their pale faces.

Drip.

Scarlet liquid dripped on the blade.

This…

Chen Mo was startled and looked up subconsciously.

He didn’t know when it started, there was a Bagua mirror hanging above his head, and the scarlet flesh wall was wriggling inside the mirror, and sticky tentacles were slowly protruding out.

Cluck, cluck.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other resounded from a distance, and several mirrors appeared in the darkness from nowhere. Pale monsters stretched out their hands and feet from the mirrors, and the temperature in the air instantly dropped.

That kind of strong, unpretentious, murderous aura struck them instantly, making everyone’s hair stand on end.

“We..want to..change the rules..of the game.”

A vague, unnatural voice sounded, echoing intermittently: “There is…no need..all of you..to die.”

The next second, the familiar system sound rang in their ears.

【Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: Chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00】

【If the health value reaches zero, the anchor will die, and the live broadcast will end.

If the sanity value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the instance, and the live broadcast will end.】

【In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth, and don’t disconnect!】

What???

It turned out to be a chase battle!

The anchors were scared out of their wits, and they turned around and ran away from those monsters at the fastest speed!

Chen Mo also reacted.

Run!

This was the only solution to a chase battle!

***

“How is it?” Wang Hanyu was pacing in the room, turning his head to look in Granny Wen’s direction from time to time: “How long will it take to finish the soul-locking Altar?”

He frowned: “Can’t you control the world inside the mirror? Can you speed up the process?”

Granny Wen lowered her eyes, pinching the beads with her wrinkled fingers, muttering something.

“No, I can’t.”

Hearing the other party’s question, she raised her cloudy eyes and looked at Wang Hanyu:

“The mirror is just a passage, a door leading to another world. I can open the passage and drag them in and issue rules for them, but I can’t control other things in that world, and I can’t interfere with their mutual refining process.”

If she could have interfered with this process, there would have been no need to lure the anchors into the mirror in the first place.

“So, we can just wait?” an anchor asked.

“That’s right.”

Granny Wen lowered her eyes again and continued to recite scriptures.

Although he got the answer, Wang Hanyu still couldn’t calm down at all.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the Nightmare app, and stared at the ratio of the numbers of the red and black factions, for fear of missing any change.

The number of black players was still 1, and the number of red players had been reduced to 20.

Minus the two members of the red faction who were left in the corridor, one person should have died in the… fight in the mirror.

The passage of time had become extremely slow, and every minute and every second was suffering.

Wang Hanyu’s eyes were sour.

He blinked his dry eyes, and when his vision became clear again, the members of the red faction changed again. This time, the total number was reduced to 19.

In other words, there was only one living person left in that mirror world.

Wang Hanyu heard his heart pounding.

He didn’t know whether it was from nervousness or excitement.

According to Granny Wen’s explanation, after the other two people were killed, they would generate strong resentment and hatred to make the soul-locking altar gradually perfect. With the formation of the soul-locking altar, the third person would be automatically strangled by resentment.

Soon, the soul-locking altar will be refined. Once this main task is completed, the red side will automatically win, and his stumbling block will disappear accordingly.

Killing two birds with one stone, a huge profit.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, a pale face appeared in Wang Hanyu’s mind without warning.

In the dim corridor, the other party’s eye was covered with blood, and he looked over from bottom to top.

His teeth were stained a dazzling red with blood, and he opened and closed his lips, saying:

“The tower is upright.”

“Everything about you will start to crumble and disintegrate from the depths, and all the bad things you have done will come back to you.”

Wang Hanyu’s heartbeat increased involuntarily, and he couldn’t help tightening his fingers until his knuckles turned white.

…No way.

How can the follower of that scammer be good at divination? All people with precognitive abilities are from the Oracle. He was just putting on a pose to scare him!

That’s all!

While he was thinking wildly, the number on the screen jumped again.

Black side: 1

Red side: 18

The last person died too!

Wang Hanyu jumped up impatiently, and turned to look at Granny Wen: “Has the soul-locking altar been made? “

But unexpectedly, Granny Wen had a rare solemn look on her face.

She stood up tremblingly, staring down at the black pottery jar in front of her. The corners of her wrinkled mouth trembled slightly, and she said in a very low and vicious voice:

“…no. “

It shouldn’t be.

***

The scarlet flesh wall squirmed, devouring everything.

Chen Mo’s body could no longer move.

His face was pale, half of his feet sank into the flesh wall, and he sat paralyzed in the corner. He stretched out his blood-stained pale fingers, slowly took out a cigarette, and bit it tremblingly with his teeth.

The scarlet chains lay in front of him, barely blocking the tentacles protruding toward him.

“Cluck.” The sound of bone friction sounded from not far away.

There were three minutes left before the end of the chase, but Chen Mo knew that he couldn’t last so long.

He looked up at the bars above his head.

Although there were more than 30% of the health left, the SAN value had dropped to single digits, and it was still falling at a rapid pace.

There was no doubt that he would die.

With the rapid decline of san value, double images began to appear in front of his eyes. Everything became distorted and weird, evil whispers rang in his ears, and his soul trembled in this indescribable fear, almost on the verge of madness.

The sound of wet creeping echoed in his ears.

It was as if he was trapped in the stomach of a monster, his body and limbs were dissolved by stomach acid, and he could only watch helplessly as his mind and body were digested together.

Chen Mo forced a smile and subconsciously clenched the cigarette butt.

Pity he didn’t bring a lighter.

The invisible fear took root deep in his heart, trying to break through the skin and grow branches.

He wanted to scream, to tremble, to run away, to reach out and scratch his skin, to pull out his alienated internal organs from the depths of his body and throw them on the ground.

“Tap tap tap”.

In a distorted hallucination, the sound of steady and calm footsteps approached.

【SAN value: 1%】

The scarlet tentacles under his feet moved slowly, gradually leaving Chen Mo’s body.

“…?”

What…what’s going on…?

What’s happening…

What?

Chen Mo raised his head in a daze and bewilderment. He had lost his ability to think clearly, so he could only raise his face dully and look in the direction where the voice came from.

In the grotesque and terrifying scene, a slender figure stood out.

His figure was like a sharp blade, splitting the blood and darkness, wedged straight into the line of sight, bringing a feeling of almost burning pain.

The young man’s upper body was naked, his fair skin seemed to glow in the darkness, and his whole body was shrouded in an indescribable pale divinity.

It was as if some kind of holy existence that did not belong to this world had descended into this filthy world without warning.

In the bloody chaos behind him, his smiling amber eyes were very out of place, and there was a kind of shocking visual impact that made people almost cry.

“Do you want to live?”

Chen Mo held his breath involuntarily, his pupils constricted slightly.

As a human anchor, you couldn’t change the faction.

Only ghosts could become believers of God the Father. Therefore, even though he was the leader of the evil cult, Wen Jianyan couldn’t preach and increase his congregation.

However, when the anchor’s SAN value drops to a certain level, he will be assimilated by the instance.

The young man wearing the scarlet halo smiled lightly, and his voice was soft and enticing.

Like a pious priest preaching to believers, and like a savior bestowing blessings on all beings, he stretched out his hand and said softly:

“Then believe in my Lord.”

“He who believes will be saved.”