Chapter 9 "Father and Son" Don't light the red and white candles at the same time...
【“What did he say? Because he was sleepy?”
"That's so funny. I'm so sleepy, so I want to finish it early and go to bed early, right?"
"It's been so long, could something have happened to Mo Anan?"
"Her live broadcast room is still open, but I can't see anything."】
…
The entire corridor presented a scene that was completely different from that in the daytime.
Xu An held a white candle in his hand, and Zhu Ci held a flashlight, carefully observing the details around him.
The paintings in the corridor at night seemed different from those in the daytime. The brushstrokes were now full of weirdness and horror.
Strange symbols are used as the signature of the painting.
Tears were flowing quietly from Zhu Ci's right eye, but a smile appeared on his left cheek. In contrast, his eyes looked world-weary because he was a little sleepy.
It presents a weird and evil beauty.
[The current number of viewers in the live broadcast room: 10,000. ]
[Your live broadcast room has risen by 50 places in the appearance area and entered the top 50, and received the first point reward: 1000]
[Your live broadcast room entered the top ten in the viewing area. Achievement obtained: A moment of life and death. ]
They couldn't find 207 in this corridor.
Xu An noticed something.
"Brother Ci, there is..."
Zhu Ci's mind was a little confused, but he played a lot of shooting games, so he subconsciously made a forward throw.
Behind his back, a strange hand penetrated the original picture frame. The gray skin kept trembling, as if the blood vessels inside could jump out at any time. The hand almost pierced through Zhu Ci's shoulder.
"Congratulations!" Xu An hurried over to help him.
Zhuci's sleepiness was somewhat dispelled.
He shook his head.
"Let me see what I should give my good child tonight?"
A strange sound echoed in the corridor.
Zhu Ci glanced at Xu An.
Xu An held a white candle in his hand, his face was pale and his lips were trembling.
【“I knew he wouldn’t bring ordinary candles. What kind of prop is this white candle?”
"At least it can save your life."
"The anchor is not going to die. He is surrounded."】
…
Zhu Ci stood up and looked at the painting of the outstretched hand.
These paintings each had human limbs and facial features. The one that just spoke was a painting with a mouth. The surrounding walls were covered with strange curves, forming a web-like pattern that seemed to completely cover them from above.
It's quite interesting. Zhu Ci has never played such a game before.
He looked into the next room.
He didn't know when, but he was no longer on the second floor, but in a dark place like a basement.
【“That’s strange. Why did I remember that the anchor’s teammates didn’t go to the basement after they left?”
"How strange! Never mind. I've never seen this copy before."】
Xu thought to himself, "Let me light the red candle too, Brother Ci."
"What's the use?" Zhu Ci asked.
"The white one can save your life, and the red one can see through illusions, but it's best not to light up these two at the same time."
Zhu Ci looked at him suspiciously: "Why?"
"Because... lighting them at the same time will make you see strange illusions, and you might end up in different places." Xu An whispered.
Zhu Ci was about to say no when a lit red candle was stuffed into his hand.
The red candle is carved with a hovering phoenix, a dragon and phoenix wedding candle. This red one is actually used when getting married.
【“I thought this guy’s last dungeon was a ghost marriage. How could he bring out such an item?”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the flames are dancing beautifully. Is the anchor questioning his life?"]
The tears in Zhu Ci's right eye echoed with the tears of the candle, as if the candle had originally belonged to him, a strange harmony.
"Then what are you going to do?" Zhu Ci asked Xu An.
Xu An looked at the white candle in his hand and said, "What I have in my hand is a white candle."
[“It’s so funny, what an honest guy.”
"The anchor doesn't think his teammates will risk their lives to save him, right?"
"It's so funny."】
"That's great, hurry up." Zhu Ci said.
"Why?" Xu An held the candle with an innocent look on his face.
“…”
The red and white candles were lit at the same time, and the scene in front of Zhuci's eyes changed. He saw an ordinary room and a statue. On the floor in front of the statue, there was a booklet lying.
There is nothing special about seeing these things.
Under the light of the red candles, a person appeared in front of Zhu Ci.
The man had his back to him, wearing a white garment dotted with stars, like a divine robe, with a laurel wreath on his long, smooth hair. His hands hanging at his sides had distinct joints, and looked very handsome and familiar.
He turned his head to the side, and the light and shadow coming from somewhere made his usually gentle expression seem inhuman.
Zhuci did not move. He walked over and picked up the booklet on the ground, intending not to disturb the figure, and turned and left.
However……
The sound of the rubbing of clothes reached his ears clearly.
"You're here."
Zhu Ci half-knelt on the ground, his hand less than ten centimeters away from the other person's robe.
The other person's breathing was almost inaudible, but his burning gaze seemed to hint at his congratulations, indicating that he had been discovered.
Zhu Ci stood up straight and looked expressionlessly at the man who had turned around.
The surroundings were no longer filled with crisis and terror; they were now harmonious and peaceful.
The other person gave a gentle smile, like a missionary angel in a storybook, and the smile was deceptive enough.
The congratulatory speech is like a young person who accidentally enters the cave of an ancient civilization, holding up a weak light and fortunately seeing the murals of buried history.
"Are you ready to offer your sacrifice?"
A voice that cleanses the soul rang out, and every believer or lost passerby would obey his words without hesitation, as if what he was saying was not about sacrifice but about letting their souls ascend to heaven.
The corners of Zhu Ci's eyes were rosy and sparkling, and the clear tears also made her fair cheeks look rosy.
He seemed to be moved and wanted to go to the appointment.
The man stretched out his hand to him, his smile sacred and resolute.
Zhu Ci lowered his eyes and fixed them on his beautifully shaped hand, but then he turned around and took the booklet he had just taken and hit him a few times.
"I've always said that evil cults harm people. If you study this stuff every day, you'll end up like this sooner or later."
Zhu Ci ignored the strange illusion behind him and ran out in a hurry.
Shen Wu usually writes books on very strange topics, and often reads some bizarre news about ordinary people who have gone crazy. He not only reads them himself, but also likes to join in the congratulatory speeches.
Zhu Ci was always worried that he would go insane while writing.
What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Although this was not a dream, the illusion of seeing Shen Wu as a □□ missionary did not seem particularly weird to Zhuci.
Guided by the red candles, Zhu Ci rushed out of the basement in one breath.
His gaze fell on the indecent little booklet that looked like a □□ promotional brochure. The color disappeared from his face and his heart was completely cold.
[If you enter an upgrade game, the price of becoming a god is being abandoned by your family and hunted down by your lover, are you willing? ]
The words that had brought him here in the first place were swirling around in his mind again.
If this game only involves him, then it doesn't matter. But if Shen Wu really wants to kill him in this game, what should he do?
Zhu Ci took a deep breath and didn't answer the question yet. He wouldn't make a decision lightly before the time came.
…
When Zhu Ci rushed out of the basement, the light in the basement seemed to be distorted for a moment, and the phantom that existed specifically for the young man smiled quietly in his direction.
The darkness spread stickily, greedily devouring every inch of air where he had existed, even trying to break free from the constraints of light and shadow, chasing the boy out of this cramped basement.
The red candle was thick enough for Zhu Ci to run back to the second floor in one breath, and he found the hidden room 207.
At the same time, he simply ignored the broken limbs on the ground.
Zhuci opened the door to room 207.
[“What did the anchor see just now?”
"I don't know, but it feels like something extraordinary."
"Speaking of which, Xu An and the anchor were too close just now. The red and white candles were lit at the same time, and Xu An got separated from the anchor."
"I think that kid is very careful about his life. He must have something to save his life. The anchor should worry about himself."】
As the door of Room 207 was pushed open after the speech, the light of the flashlight illuminated the room that had been swallowed up by color.
It was as if the video on the old black and white TV had finally started to move.
Mo Anan’s live broadcast room also lit up.
But the scene before my eyes was like stepping from one hell into another.
Behind room 207 is not a room, but a huge garden.
In the garden, a group of people were gathering around a person in the middle and preparing a feast.
"Young Master, this is a reward for you. Who would you like to serve you?" A man with a smiling mask on his face bowed to a boy.
Although this boy looked completely different from the giant baby who had asked them to tell stories before, his expression made people uncomfortable no matter how they looked at it.
It must be that pot-bellied young master.
Zhu Ci hid behind the flowerbed, hiding his figure behind the trees.
There were many children standing in the middle of the flowerbed, and next to them was a large pot.
Something round was rolling in the pot.
Zhu Ci couldn't smell any smell, but he guessed it was someone's head. After all, this was a horror game, and it was hard to justify that there was no head in the frying pan.
He didn't see where Mo Anan was, but he was almost certain that Mo Anan was hidden in this flower bed. Everything here was based on her huge mental power, but her dream was stolen and used by others. If it continued, she might never wake up the next day.
Suddenly, a pleasant piano sound rang out.
The piano was played very smoothly, and one could tell that the player had repeated the tune countless times. The melody was melancholy but managed to be bright.
Hearing this music, the boy's expression suddenly changed.
"It's unlucky, it's really ugly! If anyone plays it again, I'll chop off his fingers."