(MTL) Welcome to the Nightmare Live

276-280

===Chapter 276 follow-up===

Text Jun

After the experience just now, the hint given by this D-level instance has become clear:

"As long as you follow the rules, you will not be killed."

However, after the NPC clearly stated the rule "Don't leave the dormitory after turning off the lights at ten o'clock", the live broadcast system immediately updated a task that was completely opposite to the rule:

"Leave the dorm after lights out and explore the campus."

Isn't this clearly pushing the host into a death trap!

They hardly dared to imagine what kind of terrifying situation they would face if they were caught by the old hag after leaving the dormitory.

The echo of the clock echoed in the air.

The entire dormitory building was already surrounded by darkness, only the overhead light at the corner of the corridor was still on, and in the suffocating darkness, there was a dim and faint white light.

In bedroom 201.

The rookie anchor Cheng Huaquan stood alone in the dark, and hadn't reacted to the impact of the live broadcast task.

With trembling hands, he took out his ID card in a panic.

The initial duration was seven hours, and now there are four hours left.

Cheng Huaquan's fingertips turned white, and he held the card tightly, as if the only way to gain a sense of security was in this way.

He stared at the number above, and secretly made up his mind.

He is not going to do this main line.

Anyway, his initial survival time is the longest. Even if he doesn't do this mainline live broadcast task, it shouldn't matter too much. Anyway, he only needs to get points that can be exchanged for three hours to pass the level. He can definitely ask the audience for a reward , before the next settlement cycle is reached, collect the points for clearing the level.

He really didn't want to meet the unknown monster outside the room again.

After completing the psychological construction, Cheng Huaquan turned on the light screen of the live broadcast.

He tried his best to please the audience, and spared no effort to meet any of their increasingly outrageous demands in the live broadcast room, licking his face and humbly begging for more popularity and rewards.

However, what he couldn't understand was that no matter how hard he tried, the number of people online in the live broadcast room was still dropping rapidly and unstoppably.

It's like sand held tightly in the palm of your hand, the harder you use it, the faster it will be lost.

Cheng Huaquan finally panicked when the number of live streamers dropped to three digits.

If this trend continues, he will no longer be able to continue his life.

"Don't go, you don't go!"

He put that pale, sweaty face in front of the light screen, and shouted in panic: "You, what do you want me to do? You just need to mention, I, I will—"

When Cheng Huaquan was sweating all over in anxiety, there was a slight "pushing" sound from behind.

There is a rhythmic, click-on-click sound.

It's so light, so light that if you focus a little, you'll be overlooked.

Unexpectedly, in Cheng Huaquan's live broadcast room, the number of people who had been losing suddenly stopped, and there was even a trend of recovery.