(MTL) Welcome to the Nightmare Live

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===Chapter 291 Prosperous Hotel===

Chapter 291

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Looking at the new line of words that appeared on the black leather booklet, Wen Jianyan felt a chill rise from behind.

It seems that this is the clue to complete the main mission.

If you want to become a regular employee from an intern at Xingwang Hotel, you have to welcome guests to check in at Xingwang Hotel.

so who will the guest be

As a former employee of 【Changsheng Building】, Wen Jianyan almost quickly came to a conclusion. He raised his head and looked towards the painting in front of him.

In the huge, disproportionate picture frame, there is a strange scene of continuous rain, that vague pale figure stands quietly in the skewed window, the face that cannot be seen clearly is facing the outside of the picture, motionless, but But inexplicably it makes people feel cold.

Wait a moment

The yellow hair on the side noticed Wen Jianyan's gaze, couldn't help but gasped, and stammered:

You, you mean, don't you mean... the woman in the painting is the guest we are going to welcome?

Wen Jianyan sighed:

I'm afraid so.

Although they were already mentally prepared, after getting a positive reply, everyone still couldn't help but feel a sinking heart.

Obviously, the residents in this instance of 【Prosperous Hotel】 are not human beings.

Even if you haven't fully figured out the rules of the instance, this fact is enough to make people feel scared.

Wen Jianyan looked at the painting in front of him.

And, greet the word...

It's not good.

It seems that the residents of this instance do not act on their own like the previous instance, but need to be greeted to enter here.

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and he walked towards the huge picture frame in front of him.

As the distance drew closer, a thick, damp smell flooded his nostrils.

Wen Jianyan hesitated for a moment, and carefully raised his hand to press the oil painting in front of him. The uneven and rough canvas was dented, and the picture frame hanging on the wall hit the wall with a bang. Muffled.

!

Yun Bilan was startled: the back is empty

Wen Jianyan didn't look back, just groped with his fingers between the oil painting frame and the wall, suddenly, he didn't know where he touched——

With a creaking sound, the huge oil painting in front of him was slowly pulled open like a door, and a dark wind filled with dull and damp air blew in instantly.

This overly large oil painting is actually a door that can be opened!

It looks like a small town behind the door.

And the scene in the town is almost the same as in the painting.

The gray-black, gloomy sky was covered with overcast clouds, and fine and dense raindrops fell down, converging into small patches of stagnant water on the bumpy bluestone road.

The stone road extends to the distance, and at the end of the road...

It turned out to be exactly the same dilapidated house as in the oil painting.