[February 20, 2023, 23:17 Monday, fine weather]

Snake Eyes' countdown has been reduced to 12 minutes and 31 seconds.

"You shouldn't follow me," Yan Lan turned off her phone and looked at the doctor next to her, "It's easier to have an accident if you follow me." ”

"I'm the only one left in a team of three, and it's normal to be in a group with you."

Fang Shu was rummaging for something, and his voice was muffled, "And this place is prone to accidents anywhere, I'll take care of myself." ”

Yan Lan was noncommittal.

"Don't worry, even if I die, you won't be exposed to cause and effect, after all, I volunteered."

Fang Shu flipped through his trouser pockets.

took out a medical mask, a few mints, a sealed scalpel, and even a large handful of keys, and finally turned out a bag of shoe covers:

"Here's this, if there's a glass slag or something on the ground, your bare feet will hurt...... Why are you looking at me in such shock? ”

Yan Lanhu was suspicious: "How many things did you bring?" ”

"No, that's all," Fang Shu couldn't laugh and cry, "It's all necessary to enter the operating room, I really just stuffed it to prevent accidents!" ”

Yan Lan was suspicious, and bent over to tie her shoe covers:

"By the way, what did you say before you left?"

Fang Shu caught up from behind, and Yan Lan was still talking to other players when he set off.

"It's nothing," Fang Shu smiled, "just to tell them to protect the snake ring, damage may reduce the time, and finally good luck." ”

"Oh," Yan Lan said casually, "you're so good-tempered. ”

She said this suddenly, but she was really right.

"Is there one? But my colleagues always say I'm out of temper. ”

Fang Shu smiled, thought for a while and asked, "Why did you choose the Dragon God Incense case?" ”

"View Transcript."

Yan Lan went up the steps, lifted the beaded curtain that had knotted the cobwebs, and looked at the ash incense case in the hall.

The statue of the god enshrined in the shrine in front of the case was covered with a red cloth, the incense burner on the case was crooked, the incense ash was sprinkled on the rotten and smelly fruit core, and the two futons in front of the case were already dirty.

Behind the shrine was a black cabinet more than one person high, old and red.

Nine red pillars carved with strange patterns stand all over the hall, and the conch-shaped lanterns on the roof of the hall flicker inappropriately.

It's like hanging on to the last breath, and I don't know when I'm dying.

"I thought that the dragon god incense case enshrined in Kowloon Amusement Park was nine dragon gods, but it turned out that there was only one."

Fang Shu looked at the shrine and folded his hands to worship:

"When you enter the house, you have to call someone, and when you enter the temple, you have to worship God, this is politeness—disturbed."

"The idol of the god has been covered with a red cloth, and it is not visible."

Yan Lan grabbed his shoulders and forced Fang Shu to straighten up, her voice low and calm:

"Something is wrong in this place, if you ask for it and worship the evil god in your heart, you may die."

Fang Shu was shocked by these words, and nodded slightly with a stiff face.

Yan Lan stepped into the hall, looked at the shrine covered by the red cloth for a few seconds, and reached out to help the incense burner on the desk.

[What is this doing, doesn't it say that you can't worship?] ]

[Didn't she say she was looking for incense before?] I can't rule out the possibility of normal incense ash, I guess I want to see if I can trigger the system prompt. ]

[When he first came in, the newcomer was quite cautious.] ]

There is no beep.

Yan Lan twisted the incense ash and looked at the half-hollow black cabinet on the side.

It seems to have something pasted on it.

"Charms?"

Bypassing the magic of checking the red pillar, Yan Lan looked at the old yellow talisman in front of the cabinet, and looked up into the cabinet-

Some damaged ritual vessels, old scriptures, and two yellow books of rituals.

"The Yellow Book of Ritual Affairs, the Charm of Suppression."

Yan Lan glanced at the shrine covered with red cloth and chuckled, "This game is really fair...... It seems that I have to reveal it today. ”

[What does it mean to be fair?] What death does this man want? ]

As soon as the barrage flashed, Yan Lan on the screen pinched the upper corner of the yellow charm and directly removed it.

The black cabinet in front of him shook violently, and the cabinet door opened with a "bang", sucking Yan Lan in suddenly!

"Sister Lan!"

Fang Shu's complexion changed suddenly, and he blurted out, and the cabinet door closed with a "clang", and the wind blew up dust.

The red cloth covered with cobwebs was silently blown off by the wind, and the idol under the shrine slowly revealed its true appearance:

The head is divided into nine, the two men and women in the middle are distinct, smiling weirdly, and the other seven are hideous and gray, and they can't see the concrete image clearly.

The nine dragon heads were each dyed with two red pupils, and they quietly turned their pupils.

Looking at the unaware magic in front of the black cabinet.

"What kind of broken structure is this cabinet, it is still hollowed out as it is from the outside, where did it swallow people?"

Fang Shu couldn't open the cabinet door even after using all the strength of breastfeeding, and grabbed a messy hair irritably:

"Don't irritate her nerves, I haven't read the medical records yet......"

[I'm still worried about other people's little doctors, you yourself are going to suffer]

[I used to like this fresh and a little uninhibited little handsome guy, alas, it's a pity...... I've seen the strategy of this level, and if you don't play it like this, he's going to die. ]

A sticky wriggling sound came from behind him.

Fang Shu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around and crashed into the scarlet eye.

The nine-headed dragon clinging to the shrine sneered at him, greedy and covetous.

……

The cabinet door is closed.

Yan Lan stabilized her figure and landed on the ground, and laughed a little nostalgically:

"*I've really been pulled into the 'nightmare.'"

The realm that the evil cult weaves and controls on its own is named [Nightmare], which can trap its prey like a bag, strengthen its own strength, and weaken its prey ability.

The methods of weakening include, but are not limited to, applying illusions, poison spells, and formations to the prey, and controlling the five elements attacks in the realm.

"It smells of blood."

Reaching out four times and not seeing five fingers, Yan Lan rubbed the corners of her forehead, and her temples jumped suddenly:

"I knew I wanted a mask from the little doctor, but he is not very safe now, so he needs to go out as soon as possible."

There are three ways to break a nightmare.

The first is to run away before the field is formed, and the thirty-six plans are the upper plan; The second is to directly tear this layer of the realm apart with spells, talismans, etc., inside or outside after the formation of the nightmare.

Finally, it is necessary to dissolve the evil realm of the weaving nightmare, which includes voluntary and involuntary dissolution scenarios such as trading, education, and violent killing.

In the past, Yan Lan liked to use the second type.

Something that can be solved in two seconds won't waste time going around in circles, but now that her magic veins are shattered, she can't use magic, and she can't even draw talismans.

"If it weren't for the broken lineage, who would care about this broken talisman?"

Yan Lan sighed and put away the talisman: "The ones I draw casually are better than this one." ”

After she finished speaking, she turned on the lights on her phone and lit up everywhere-

Several pools of slimy brown unidentified objects were smeared around the cabinet, mixed with long black hair, an uneven layer of yellow-white flesh fat and fresh blood clots.

The edges and corners of the black cabinet were broken, revealing the skull and spine that were used as supports, and the blue and red blood vessels on the top of the cabinet were painted in strange patterns, like a distorted human face.

"Oh, it turned out to be a cabinet made of human skin, human bones and fat, no wonder it smelled so bad."

Yan Lan curled her lips and said softly, "You are so bold that you dare to hide the 'Nightmare' in the cabinet where the ritual is placed." ”

The sound of squirming approached, like the shade of a snake spitting letters.

Yan Lan turned on the front camera unhurriedly.

The screen of the mobile phone is blurry, vaguely reflecting her, as well as the extra figure above the back.

The blood-stained long hair hung silently, and with a "click" turned the face of a woman who was randomly sewn.

Malicious soaking through the black pupils, the lips that were cut in half slowly grinned.

[-Guess what's behind you?] ]