Chapter 324 Xingwang Hotel

Bai Xue's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty shop.

His voice was still calm, without any ups and downs, but the meaning contained in his words made people feel horrified.

Wen Jianyan turned around sharply.

Behind him, several pieces of human leather clothes on the shelves were stirred by the invisible wind, and the outline of a human face appeared faintly in the clothes, with mouths wide open and eye sockets sunken, as if they were screaming silently.

The clothes seemed to be soaked, and water gradually dripped down.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock.

There was a sticky smell that was different from rain in the air.

Wen Jianyan's gaze moved downwards and paused for a moment on the ground under his clothes. His eyes focused.

It's blood.

"Oops, oops, get out of here quickly!!!"

After seeing the pool of blood on the ground, the anchor of the Zhongshan team turned pale, slowly took a few steps back, and then ran towards the door in panic.

Obviously, he also knew what the blood that appeared out of thin air on the ground in this copy symbolized.

"Wait a moment--"

Wen Jianyan hurriedly shouted to stop.

If this is just an ordinary crisis originating from the dungeon, leaving here as quickly as possible must be the most correct choice.

After all, whether it is rain or blood, they are extremely dangerous in this copy.

As time goes by, there is more and more blood, and what happens next will become more and more terrifying.

But the problem is that the danger they are facing now is unusual.

However, before Wen Jianyan finished speaking, the man turned around and ran towards the door like a frightened rabbit.

The second before he was about to rush out of the store, an invisible wind blew up, and one of the men's leather coats suddenly rolled up, like a living creature, tightly wrapping the man in it without warning.

It was tightly wrapped in the human leather material that showed the outline of a human face.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

A scream that broke through his throat was wrapped in human leather clothing and turned into a muddy groan.

The man frantically scratched at the smelly clothes wrapped around him, and his nails scratched at the human skin randomly, but it was of no use, leaving only some fleeting white marks.

The drops of blood fell faster, and soon formed a pool of blood at his feet.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the screams stopped.

Like a puppet that has lost its strings, the man's raised arm dropped down, swayed slightly, and stopped moving.

"…"

Wen Jianyan's expression was solemn, staring at the "person" who still had his back turned to him.

really.

Generally speaking, after turning off the lights in the hotel and entering a rainy town, unless they plan to bring the portraits of the guests back to the hotel, in most cases, they will rarely be affected by this copy.

Monsters take the initiative to attack, but this time it is different.

They just walked into this store, and they didn't have time to do anything... and they encountered this kind of thing, so there is a high probability that it is related to the Black Team.

This is not part of the dungeon mechanism, but a man-made frame-up that contains vicious malice.

Therefore, the situation they are facing now cannot be solved by rushing out of the store as quickly as possible. This may play into the opponent's plan and hasten their own death.

The death of this member of Zhongshan's team made Wen Jianyan realize more clearly...

No matter what the source is, the crisis they are facing now is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Even if this person's ability is not outstanding, he is still considered a senior anchor. Even if he makes a mistake in judgment, he will never be "captured" so easily or even die.

To be precise, there is "no chance to resist" at all.

This made Wen Jianyan couldn't help but recall his last experience when the lights were turned off.

In the rain, he faced attacks from the residents and curses from under the umbrella at the same time. This was a theoretically feasible result, but what he didn't expect was that at the last moment, he was in the cold and tearful.

He lost his ability to move under the attack. Even though Wen Jianyan knew clearly that he could escape as long as he activated the remains of the Holy Infant, he could not do it.

Under Wen Jianyan's gaze, the "team member" with his back turned to him suddenly started to move slowly.

"Guji——"

The sound of sticky blood being squeezed by the soles of shoes sounded, which was very harsh in the dead silence of the room.

Everyone held their breath involuntarily.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the team member turned around slowly and bit by bit with a very stiff movement.

His head was tilted, hanging down as if he had lost his support.

Under the dim light, his face looked particularly strange.

The pale, bloodless skin showed a stiff and rough texture, like that of a dead person. The corners of the mouth on both sides were pulled up high, revealing a huge and shocking smile.

I don't know since when, that leather jacket has been put on him properly, as if it was tailor-made for him, it fits perfectly.

The human skin showed a blue-gray color in the dim light, as if it had just been peeled off the body of a dead person.

Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something.

He turned to look at Huang Mao and said hurriedly: "Look at the pool of blood on the soles of his feet. There are several people inside."

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The light here is too dark, and the location where the person was attacked is very close to the door. It is almost impossible to see clearly with normal eyesight. However, it is different for Huang Mao whose vision has been strengthened by talent.

"……good."

Huang Mao moved slightly and looked intently at the feet of the four people wearing human skin.

However, unexpectedly, as soon as he saw the scene in the pool of blood clearly, his face turned pale.

"Did you see that?"

Wen Jianyan asked from the side.

Huang Mao had a pale face, his shoulders trembled involuntarily, and then he said in a weak voice: "Yes, they are two people."

In the distance, on the ground near the door of the store, a shallow pool of blood was expanding.

The scarlet surface reflects the shadow of a corpse standing upright. The corpse has its head lowered, its face is green and black, and the corners of its mouth are raised high. On his shoulders, a pair of blue-gray arms are tightly wrapped around it.

.

The second "person".

Its face was pale and its facial features were blurred, as if it was wearing a mask like the other residents. The stiff corners of its mouth were raised, smiling amid the slightly swaying pool of blood.

Although they were mentally prepared, the others couldn't help but be shocked after hearing what Huang Mao said.

But Wen Jianyan seemed to have already had psychological expectations:

"...So that's what it is."

"What's the meaning?"

Huang Mao looked confused.

"Those human leather coats, like the human leather umbrellas we got before, are both media."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked at the "corpse" walking stiffly in this direction step by step, and said slowly.

Whether it is clothes or an umbrella, they can keep out the rain. However, if it is used for too long or too many times, the "ghost" connected by the medium will wake up, but the spell will be transferred to the user until it is used.

The person killed by the medium will not be like other people who died in this town. The body will be pulled under the water and will only appear when the living person is ready to take the painting away from the town.

, but it will be like this now...

The corpse stood upright on the spot, covered with human skin.

Although there is only one person above the water, there are two shadows standing under the water.

Under this theory, an idea that makes people feel hairy can be derived.

Chen Mo was startled and looked at the corpse walking forward step by step with stiff steps: "Wait a minute, isn't that..."

Wen Jianyan nodded:

"That's right."

In other words... if someone dies under an umbrella, or dies in their clothes, then their bodies will remain above the water and become a stable channel.

The ghost attached to it can move freely on the ground through this corpse.

If any one of them dies under the umbrella, he will become a walking zombie and a prop controlled by the evil ghost in the water, just like the members of Zhongshan's team.

"These people's leather jackets should have been used to the limit, which is why such a situation occurred," Wen Jianyan said slowly, "But the problem is that no one of us used it this time."
To be continued...