WTNL Chapter 96

Fantasy Amusement Park
Chapter 96: Crazy Little Train

Wen Jianyan had a smile on his lips as he nonchalantly withdrew his gaze.

The “Integrity First” live broadcast room exploded:

[Ahhhhhhhhhh so pretty, so pretty, so pretty! Dog scammer, you are the prettiest, ahhhh! [Tipped 50 points]]

[Wuwuwuwuwu, the dog scammer is committing crimes with his beauty, reported!!]

[Damn it, this guy is definitely plotting some bad idea again! You bad thing! [Tipped 100 points]]

[Fuck, why am I bewitched by wifey every day! My heart can’t take it, help!! [Tipped 100 points]]

“What are you looking at?”

Beside him, Yun Bilan raised her eyes and swept a glance in the direction he had been looking, easily catching sight of Huang Mao’s figure.

She froze slightly and narrowed her eyes:

“Are you sure? They are the ones following us?”

“Yeah.” Wen Jianyan nodded, a cheerful interest in his eyes.

As a scammer who made a living playing with people’s hearts, he was extremely sensitive to people’s gazes and emotions—no matter what kind.

Earlier in the Leisure Zone, he only had a vague feeling of being watched. After entering this attraction, that squad of four streamers, who managed to enter just before it started, formally triggered his radar.

Although Huang Mao was the timid and cowardly one, with all his thoughts written on his face.

However, the ones who truly exposed their squad weren’t him, but his teammates.

That indistinct, yet still leaking targeting and malice despite their attempts to cover it up, the deliberately kept distance, the covert glances, the judging and evaluating scrutiny—it was all too familiar.

Before entering this Nightmare Live Broadcast Room, the world Wen Jianyan lived in was almost entirely composed of such existences.

It was the air he breathed, the soil he grew in, the venom he swallowed.

It was so familiar that Wen Jianyan almost didn’t need to double-check to directly draw a conclusion.

It was them.

Moreover, this squad was different from Scarface and his group. They weren’t a loose team acting under the domination of some emotion and greed; they had extremely clear goals and targets.

They were targeted.

They were very skilled.

If it were anyone else who bought the items, Scarface and his group would have followed them all the same. They were hyenas following the scent, gregarious scavengers, just wanting to bite a piece of meat off the prey. As long as they were beaten over the head, they would tuck their tails and flee barking.

But this group of people was different.

Wen Jianyan could be very certain.

The other party was coming for him, not for the items and prize tickets in his hands.

Plus, he was very self-aware of his ability to make enemies.

Therefore, after realizing the other party was coming for him, Wen Jianyan had basically guessed their intentions closely enough.

The reason he approached Huang Mao wasn’t to confirm whether his guess was correct, but simply for one reason—this streamer was the only weak point in the entire squad.

His emotions were too fragile, like a taut bowstring that could snap with just a light touch.

Timid, fearful, sensitive, cowardly.

Unless protected, this kind of person wouldn’t live long in the Nightmare Live Broadcast.

For a mercenary squad to choose to bring such an emotionally fragile teammate, there was only one possibility.

His talent was irreplaceable.

And even crucial.

Then, what kind of talent would a squad aiming to assassinate streamers for high commissions need?

DPS? Of course.

Crowd control? Perhaps.

But all of these could only be established on the premise of finding the target.

If you want to kill someone, the most important first step is finding them. Being dropped into the same instance is certainly the first step, but that’s not the end of it.

The maps of Nightmare instances are often very large, at the very least an entire building, and the size of this amusement park map was something Wen Jianyan had never experienced before. With so many streamers, how easy was it to find and recognize one person?

Coupled with the gaze he had constantly felt indistinctly, Wen Jianyan was almost certain that the other party’s talent seemed to be related to vision.

Having confirmed this point, he could counter them accordingly.

No matter how many attack methods the other party changed, as long as they still relied on Huang Mao as their “eyes”, it was impossible for them to harm him.

The Hui Cheng squad could never have imagined that even before any formal contact had been made, their behavioral patterns and paths of reliance would be exposed so thoroughly.

And people with fragile minds are the most susceptible to suggestion and influence in this instance—especially under the premise that the Fear Mushroom in Wen Jianyan’s hand hadn’t run out yet.

Just a little physical contact could easily affect the other party’s state.

“Hey, hey, what are you looking at?”

A teammate raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Huang Mao abruptly snapped back to his senses. His face was deathly pale, his forehead sweaty. He raised his hand and tightly grabbed Hui Cheng’s arm: “He, he knows, he absolutely knows!”

Hui Cheng frowned tightly: “Calm down.”

He turned his head and inconspicuously swept a glance behind him.

The target was still looking down at the corpse in front of him, looking almost identical to just now.

The feeling the other party gave him was truly too bizarre, almost to the point of making Huang Mao shudder.

“How about… we don’t do this job…” Huang Mao suggested in a small voice: “Even if our task fails, can we?”

At this, the gazes of everyone turned unfriendly.

“This is an A-rank instance. Do you think we busied ourselves for so long under such dangerous circumstances just to give up halfway now?” A teammate narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him, and asked seemingly unintentionally:

“What exactly did he say in your ear earlier? Was it really just ‘thank you’?”

“…!”

Huang Mao’s pupils shrank, and he subconsciously let go of Hui Cheng’s hand.

An intense fear of being suspected and abandoned by his teammates rose in his heart. He knew that if he showed similar emotions again, it was highly likely to solidify this suspicion.

This was what he feared the most.

“Alright, alright.” Hui Cheng frowned: “Do you guys have to start infighting at this time?”

He looked at Huang Mao: “Get ready; we’ll make our move when we enter the next tunnel. No mistakes this time, understand?”

Huang Mao nodded, not daring to show his emotions on his face anymore, and mumbled:

“U-understood.”

Wen Jianyan stared at the corpse in front of him.

Its body was swollen, its skin presenting an abnormal deathly pallor, its eyes staring wide, looking exceptionally terrifying.

Whether it was Wen Jianyan’s illusion or not…

He kept feeling that beneath its skin, something seemed to be slowly wriggling.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank: “Quick, step back!”

The corpse before his eyes rapidly expanded at a speed that was hard to react to. The originally edematous body swelled up entirely as if inflated with air!

“Bang!”

With a loud noise, the entire corpse exploded from the inside out!

That thin, rubber-like layer of skin slumped limply. No bones, no muscles, no internal organs, just a puddle of semi-fluid liquid wrapped in the skin. That sticky, transparent liquid gurgled out from the skin, filled with dense, wriggling frog eggs.

However, it was different from the frog eggs under Brother Pang’s skin last time.

The eggs growing under Brother Pang’s skin were two to three millimeters in diameter, but this time they had obviously expanded to one or two centimeters, clustered tightly together.

A translucent film lay across Wen Jianyan’s eyes; it was an item he had activated with quick reflexes, just in time to shield the few of them inside, preventing them from being splattered directly.

The translucent frog eggs slowly slid down from the barrier in front of Wen Jianyan.

He panted rapidly, still recovering from the shock, his gaze fixed mid-air, following these frog eggs as they slid down.

The black, unidentified creatures inside swam vigorously, seeming to be struggling hard to break free from the depths of the membrane. Some had even broken free already; pitch-black, bug-like things were swimming in the transparent medium. It was hard to call them tadpoles; they looked more like some kind of bizarre creature belonging to no known species.

Wen Jianyan stared at the liquid and eggs falling onto the floor, his expression a bit ugly.

Compared to the “eggs” they encountered in the haunted house, the growth progress of these frog eggs was clearly a large margin higher, and most had even hatched already.

Could it be… in the future, all these eggs will develop into those “frogs”?

Looking at the number of frog eggs contained in this one corpse, and then thinking about how many streamers had died in this instance, becoming hotbeds for incubating frog eggs…

As time goes on, what will this instance turn into?

Just thinking about this made Wen Jianyan’s scalp tingle involuntarily.

“Ah… ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” A miserable scream came from another carriage not far away.

Wen Jianyan froze and turned his head toward the source of the sound.

He saw a streamer abruptly jump up. A thick layer of sticky liquid covered half of his body; it seemed he had been splattered by one of the corpses in the explosion just now.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh—”

He frantically scratched his body over and over again, as if he wanted to dig through his skin with his fingers and forcefully scratch the flesh off his skeleton.

Beneath the patch of skin he exposed, dense tiny protrusions could be seen, seemingly swimming rapidly and devouring inside this body, almost making one shudder.

“They burrowed in! Burrowed into my body! Ahhhhhh! Help, help! Quick, take them out! Take them out!”

The streamer screamed shrilly, his bloodshot eyes darting rapidly, appearing mad:

“They’re swimming! Swimming! Ahhhhh… haha, hahahahaha—”

His miserable screams gradually blurred, eventually turning into a bizarre, scalp-numbing giggling sound: “Hahahahahahahaha!”

The entire carriage fell into dead silence.

The train was still clattering forward, the carriage swaying slightly. In the narrow space, a fishy, damp smell spread, making one almost nauseous.

On the floor, on the walls, on the seats, the wet mucus dripped down. The pitch-black bugs hiding within wriggled, smelling the scent of blood and swimming towards the humans, appearing greedy and terrifying.

Staring at this scene, everyone’s expression was extremely ugly.

In that moment, everyone understood the origin of this attraction’s name.

[Crazy].

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Author’s Note:

Huang Mao: Ahhhhhhh! (This person is so terrifying!)

Audience: Ahhhhhhh! (Wifey is so pretty!)

Huang Mao: …?

You guys definitely have some aesthetic issues.jpg