Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 533: The last room
Chapter 533 The last room
When I went to the show for an interview for the first time, I knew that there were many floors underground in this building, but for various reasons, I never went deeper underground to see it. I didn’t expect this live broadcast to be in a deep dream Had this chance.
I checked the rooms one by one, and the interior layout was almost the same. I soon lost interest and walked towards the stairs.
"Are you leaving?" Truman followed behind me, this place was very strange to him.
"Don't worry." I went down the stairs and came to the fifth floor that I had never been before.
The long corridor seems to have no end, and the creaking sound of wooden boards can be heard in my ears, which is very strange.
"Is it the end?" Standing at the corner of the stairs on the fifth floor underground, the corridor leading to the sixth floor underground was locked by an iron door. The area I can explore is only the top five floors.
"How many floors are there underground in this building?" I looked down through the gaps in the handrails, and I couldn't see the bottom at a glance, "It is conservatively estimated that there are more than ten floors. Could this building be constructed to correspond to the legendary eighteen floors of hell? "
In the deeper place, there is a faint shadow shaking, I don't know what it is, the iron gate is locked, the passage is sealed, and it is impossible to go down.
"The biggest secret of the show is probably still deeper underground. Forget it, this time I have the opportunity to explore the top five floors. It's not easy." affect yourself.
Retreat to the fifth basement floor, I am going to check the rooms one by one.
"Room 451?" The number on the decayed wooden door was still very clear, so I pushed the door open and entered.
A musty smell poured into the nostrils, probably because it was sealed underground for a long time. The room is damp and stuffy, and once you enter it suddenly, you will feel a suffocating feeling.
"Anchor, be careful, there are problems in this room no matter how you look at it." Truman seemed to be particularly resistant to these rooms.
"You stay on guard outside, I'll come out soon." It took a long time to search all the rooms on the fourth floor. Likely to follow along.
Stepping on the thick carpet and entering the house, there are more things left in the room on the fifth floor. There are some blank books, pens that cannot be written, etc. It seems that there are few "people" patronizing this place , Truman and I did not dare to enter this block because of our "thoughts" chasing us. Only Nightmare dared to enter, and even Nightmare, after entering, all hid their bodies, as if they were afraid of alarming something terrifying .
"What is this?"
I rummaged through the box, and suddenly saw a broken paper mask under the table.
"It's not the same as the ones worn by the show examiners." The mask is full of cracks, and it shattered as soon as I touched it. I couldn't take a second look: "Unfortunately..."
Just as I was sighing, I swept my eyes and suddenly found a light green under the table under the mask.
Green means vitality in dreams. This is a rare color. I squatted down, got under the table, and took pictures with my mobile phone.
Growing under the table next to the paper mask is a strange grass.
It is too small, about the thickness of a baby's little finger, with solitary grass blades spiraling inward, a bit like a mimosa in reality.
"Are you kidding? I actually found a grass in the deep dream? And it's in a building that seems to be the lair of the underworld show!" If I didn't have the eye, if someone else came in, I would have ignored it directly : "Do you want to ask Truman, his research on dreams is deeper than mine, but...forget it."
I thought of something that happened before, and I didn't inform Truman outside the door: "One thing more is worse than one thing less, let's hurry up and find something useful."
Just as I was about to get up, a faint consciousness suddenly appeared in my liver orifice, as if telling me something.
"Come from the body?" I looked inside, and the only living thing in the liver aperture was the Dream Wing Gu. It is said that with it at least in the middle dream, I can enter and exit at will. The key is when I am fighting against the Sanyin sect , the contemporary Meng Po wanted to seduce my soul, but in the end Dream Wing Gu saved me with serious injuries. The thousand-year-old pagoda tree flower consumed most of it, and it fell into a deep sleep because of it.
I looked at the grass under the table, it was full of vitality, not like a poisonous weed: "If the Dream Wing Gu needs..."
My eyes lit up, and I suddenly thought of a possibility, the grass under the table is most likely the Dream Wing Gu's favorite food - Dream Wing Grass.
Reach for the grass root, which is growing from under the rug and looks incredible.
The glowing green light washes away the vitality, the moment I touch it with my finger, the leaf veins that originally rotated inward instantly wrapped around my finger, and then a little bit of greenness poured into my body, heading straight to the liver orifice. Then it was like nothing happened, nothing happened.
"It should be Dream Wing Grass, that's right, it's just that the quantity is too small, not enough for the Dream Wing Gu to recover." I looked at my palm, and the Dream Wing Grass in my hand had withered, and its color had changed from emerald green to grayish yellow .
"If I can find a large amount of Dream Wing Grass to restore the Dream Wing Gu, then my chances of escape will be greatly increased!" The owner of the Gu worm, if you really want to say it, is also a coincidence, and I have to thank the blood fox. In the face of the crisis of life and death, Dream Wing Gu bowed his head and was willing to leave with me.
Although I didn't find any clues about the underworld show, I'm still very happy to have gained a possibility of escape.
"Look for it again." Leaving room 451, I went into other rooms on the fifth basement floor to check, and soon found a pattern, wherever there is a paper mask, there must be dreamwort growing around it.
"This Dream Wing grass can only be found in dreams, and there must be a paper mask next to it. What is the relationship between the two?" Plants need nutrients to grow, and this is the first time I have seen plants growing in dreams." Could it be the nourishment absorbed from the paper man’s mask? No, what nourishment can a mask have?”
Thinking of this, I suddenly froze for a moment: "The paper mask is not nutritious, but the person or the memory of the person wearing the mask is gone. Could it be that this dreamy weed has absorbed the vitality and memory of the mask wearer? Did it grow out?"
I don't know enough about dreamwort, so I can only guess.
After absorbing six plants of dreamying grass in a row, the vitality contained in the liver orifice became more intense. The liver belongs to wood, and the more plants and trees there are, it also helped me to open the liver orifice road lock.
The only pity is that even after swallowing so many Dream Wing Grass, the Dream Wing Gu still hasn't changed and is still in a deep sleep.
"At the beginning, the product information given to me by the underworld show said that Dream Wing Grass is the favorite food of Dream Wing Gu. Taking a large amount may make Dream Wing Gu break through. Could it be that I was deceived by the show? Is the quantity not big enough?" Just to find these six dreamyweeds, I searched through more than half of the rooms on the fifth floor, wasting a lot of time.
"Anchor, should we go? You've been running around, and you haven't seen any real gains. I think we'd better get out of here quickly." Truman urged in the corridor. I stepped into the house, so I didn't know that I was picking dream weeds in the house.
"Wait a little longer." Steady on Truman, I carried out a carpet search, without missing any room, until I reached the end of the corridor.
Except for those six plants, I have nothing to gain. Standing in front of the last door, I don't have much hope.
I stretched out my hand and pushed the door, but the wooden door didn't move at all. I was a little surprised: "It's actually locked?"
I didn't care at first, I kicked twice with all my strength, and the wooden door didn't move at all. Then I cheered up: "It's weird, the other wooden doors have been rotten for a long time, and they can be opened with one kick."
With the help of the light source of the mobile phone, I looked at the lock head. It was a very strange composite lock with a plum blossom-shaped lock cylinder.
"Plum Blossom? It looks familiar." I compared the wound on my wrist, and the lock cylinder was exactly the same as the wound bitten by the Plum Blossom Gu: "This kind of composite lock can only be opened by looking for something close to the lock cylinder. If you find two lengths of wire, you won’t be able to break it.”
I was just talking to myself unconsciously, and after I finished speaking, my eyes suddenly glanced at the pendant hanging on the mobile phone in the underworld show. This little gift from Xia Qingzhi happened to be in the shape of a plum blossom!
"The key was given to me a long time ago..."