Chapter 62

Su Cheng is too lazy to pay attention to Wen Jianyan's "praise".

He stood still and took a breath, and asked:

"So, what's next? How do we do it?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer directly, but turned her head and looked into the depths of the corridor not far away.

Under the dark red light, the door of one of the rooms was closed tightly, and the four numbers 1316 were faintly visible on the slightly faded brass sign. The chains and spells that sealed the door in the outside world had disappeared, leaving only a bare door panel, empty. In the empty corridor, it seemed particularly infiltrating.

The team of anchors who had just been diverted away was the last obstacle in front of the destination.

Su Cheng followed Wen Jianyan's gaze and looked in that direction. His eyes fell on the house number, and he was startled: "1316?"

He obviously also recalled the countless weird magical artifacts sealed outside this room when he was in the outside world, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling: "You, are you going to go in next?"

Although they had already entered once when they were outside, and found it was empty after opening it, Su Cheng still instinctively felt that this room was very unusual, and always felt a little apprehensive:

"I know it was empty when I was outside, but it's not necessarily empty now..."

Su Cheng tried to persuade Wen Jianyan to change his mind.

"I know."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned to look at Su Cheng, and said dryly, "I went in."

Su Cheng was surprised: "What...?"

"Didn't we separate when we first came in?" Wen Jianyan said slowly.

Su Cheng took a breath, and looked at 1316 with the closed door again: "Wait... Did you just go in here?"

Wen Jianyan nodded: "That's right."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and showed the other party the unhealed wounds on his arms.

On the fair skin, those corroded wounds showed a deep and thick red color, like deep and shallow rouge covering the limbs, bringing a shocking and weird beauty:

"These are what I left in that room."

Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly, a little unbelievable: "Then you plan to go next?"

Wen Jianyan put down his sleeves, and sighed with some pain: "There is no way."

How can you get tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's lair?

He told Su Cheng: "It's still the same as when you were outside. You watch the wind at the door and only use props when I call you, understand? In the meantime, no matter what happens inside, don't act rashly."

Su Cheng's heart couldn't help but lifted into his throat.

He suppressed the tension in his heart and nodded slowly.

After getting the affirmative answer from the other party, Wen Jianyan turned around and approached the door of room 1316 step by step. The further he moved forward, the stronger the smell of blood became. Through the thin door panel, he could almost hear the smell of blood. There was a wet and sticky wriggling sound coming from inside.

The memory linked to this is slowly recovering.

Recalling his provocative death remarks when he broke into this place last time, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle and his palms wet with sweat.

To be honest, if he had known this day would come, he would never have spoken so harshly back then!

Regret, is really regret.

Wen Jianyan wiped his face.

He took a deep breath, and looked down at the door to check the backpack in his mobile phone. After confirming that all the props were correct, Wen Jianyan finally calmed down, raised his hand and pressed it on the doorknob, and then slightly lowered Apply force.

"Squeak"

The harsh sound of metal friction sounded in the depths of the corridor, and the door panel slowly slid towards the door along with his strength.

A strong **** smell that seemed to be able to swallow people rushed towards the face, and the cold ominous feeling was like some kind of cold-blooded animal that was slippery and sticky, climbing up the skin.

The next second, a great force came from inside the door, pulling Wen Jianyan in violently!

"Pfft!"

The scarlet tentacles pierced straight through his chest, tearing open the flesh, the sound of bones breaking clearly resounded in the room, and warm blood sprayed out from the wound.

The young man's face suddenly turned pale, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough."

Wen Jianyan coughed a few times, turned her head and spat out blood foam, the corners of her pale, **** lips curled up, and her voice was somewhat helpless:

"...well, I deserve it."

It was about the same as he expected before entering the door.

A system mechanical notification sounded in the ears:

"Ding, it was detected that the anchor suffered a fatal injury, [Lin Qing's doctor certificate] has been activated."

In the next second, the wound on Wen Jianyan's chest began to heal quickly, the bones were restored, and the organs began to recover. Under the fabric of the clothes where a big hole was torn, the flesh and bone wounds began to repair themselves and gradually healed again.

Wen Jianyan's face turned even paler, his brows twitched, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

Oh shit.

This repair is not painless.

"You are so brave."

The vague and chaotic voice sounded again in the room: "How dare you come back."

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan raised a bloodless face, his chest was heaving rapidly under the severe pain, his forehead was pale and wet with sweat, the line from his chin to his neck was tight and trembling slightly.

However, there was still a faint, almost intimate smile on his lips:

"After all, I think we hit it off really well."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"God, it hurts me to look at it!"

"I'm sorry, I'm guilty. Seeing this dog liar trying to deceive people, I actually... shamefully became excited."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"."

"You... are, dishonest." There was an unskilled pause in the voice.

"No, on the contrary,"

Wen Jianyan raised her head, her amber eyes half-closed: "In the next minute, you may not meet someone who is more honest than me."

His wounds were healed successfully, and the chest under the torn cloth became white and smooth again, unscathed.

The system prompt sounds in the ear:

"Because the anchor received *Lin Qing's blessing, the effectiveness of the props has increased."

[The one-minute golden body has been obtained]

00:01:00

A thin, shimmering golden film covered the young man's body, completely enveloping him in it, helping him to block any damage that was attempted to be done to him.

Obviously, the "existence" in room 1316 was also aware of this day, and it dragged Wen Jianyan into the wall again, wrapped the opponent's body in scarlet, corrosive flesh, trying to eat away The protective layer that hangs over him.

If it continues like this, as long as it is delayed until the end of a minute, he will definitely die without a place to bury him.

But surprisingly, Wen Jianyan didn't dodge or dodge, and didn't resist.

"I am a believer in God the Father. The purpose of my coming this time is to break the seal and wake him up from his deep sleep."

The young man's voice is steady, and his pronunciation is clear and calm.

Under the wrapping of the wall of flesh and blood, he raised his arm with difficulty, and the already torn fabric was also scattered at this moment, exposing half of his body.

The dark, spell-like lines appeared on the fair skin. At this moment, it almost completely covered Wen Jianyan's arm, climbed along the shoulder to the junction of the neck and chest, and slightly undulated with the young man's panting. with.

Under the shroud of scarlet luster, it seems to be tightly bound to the opponent's firm body full of vitality like a living thing.

"You, again, the same lie."

That voice didn't like Wen Jianyan's set at all: "You, disrespect, Father God..."

"You're right."

Wen Jianyan gave a short laugh, and admitted unabashedly: "I am indeed a believer in God the Father, but I believe in his existence, admit his strength, and the conditions of respect and love are different."

"He's the omnipotent God, our Father, our Lord, isn't he?"

Wen Jianyan stared at the creeping scarlet wall in front of him for a moment, and there was an inexplicable gloomy glimmer in the depths of her amber eyes:

"So, where was he when I was desperate?"

"You have huge resentment and power, but you are imprisoned here by the followers of the evil Bodhisattva. When you are forced to be trapped in the small space of 1316 forever, where is he?"

The young man's gaze moved slightly, and landed on a row of black pottery soul-locking altars not far away.

His voice is very calm, but in the depths of the seemingly unwavering voice, it seems that there are silent and turbulent waves hidden:

"Where was he when his people were slaughtered, persecuted, tortured, howling and begging, begging God the Father to save them?"

The other party was silent.

"God doesn't love me."

Wen Jianyan said firmly:

"That being the case, what qualifications do I have for such a god? What qualifications do I have for our unconditional faith and love?"

His eyes seemed to be able to see through all illusory sharp blades: "Could it be that during this period of time, you have never questioned the existence of God the Father at all? Don't you have any resentment or anxiety in your heart?"

The youth's voice is as deceptive as a devil:

"Don't you want to be free?"

"Or, are you willing to stay in this narrow room of 1316, lamenting, praying, and waiting for the "salvation" that God the Father will come at any time?"

"Indeed, the purpose of my coming here is to wake up Father God and release him from the seal, but I changed my mind." Wen Jianyan said slowly:

"Why wait for his salvation? Why put your hope in the mercy of the gods?"

"It is better to ask God than to ask yourself."

Wen Jianyan smiled, her amber eyes narrowed, and there was a little scarlet light reflected in her eyes:

"Why do we have to be believers when we have the opportunity to be gods?"

"Gods need believers to be called gods, and gods without believers are worthless."

The youth whispered:

"It's not that we need him, it's that he needs us."

This remark was so unprecedentedly bold and terrifying, the wall stopped creeping for a while, and its voice sounded again, still stuck and stumbling, but it seemed extraordinarily panicked and pale:

"You, this is disrespectful...!"

"As I said, in this minute, no human being in this world will be more honest than me."

The one-minute countdown is over.

The golden film covering Wen Jianyan's body disappeared instantly.

But he still didn't move, despite his body being corroded, except that his face was paler than usual, he looked almost unchanged from usual.

"Continue to believe in your Father God, and you will get nothing."

"You will continue to be permanently kept in a small space of less than 100 square meters, and they will be forever stuffed in small jars, only the size of a palm, enduring endless torture and pain."

On the young man's body, spell-like lines spread, like branches and ropes.

"I have a way to liberate you from 1316, I have a way to bring those four innocent souls back home, and I have a way to punish the woman who imprisoned and tortured you."

The young man smiled and said:

"And God the Father is still sleeping."

Despair is the best way to foster faith.

Wen Jianyan raised her head, the curve of her neck was pale and graceful, with a wonderful sense of fragility.

"In that case, why don't you try to trust me?"

"I will not replace your belief, nor will I change my love and worship of God the Father, because you see, I am also a believer in evil spirits," Wen Jianyan said softly:

"I just feel that sometimes...

Even believers in gods need a savior in the world. "

He smiled slightly, with an invisible, sinful fragrance exuding from the corners of his brows and eyes: "Isn't it?"