Published at 20th of July 2022 06:34:40 AM

Decai Middle School

The moment Wen Jianyan's voice fell, the air suddenly fell into a dead silence.

The smile on the face of the man in the mirror disappeared at some point. He has the same face as Wen Jianyan, but his expression was cold and frightening.

He slowly repeated: What?

The young man in front of him was pale, the wound on the back of his hand was badly mangled, and the blood was still dripping down.

Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still smiled calmly. His lips were pale because of blood loss and stained with scarlet blood, looking almost glamorous in the dark.

A person's most valuable thing is his soul, isn't it?

Wen Jianyan stared at himself in the mirror: Obviously, taking the initiative to make a deal with you to deliver the soul is more profitable than robbing it.

He smiled slightly:

What's more, it's a soul as pure as mine, right?

Years of professional experience have made Wen Jianyan develop a good habit.

The more critical the situation, the calmer his thinking became.

Although he was at the critical juncture of life and death, his brain was still spinning non-stop, carefully reviewing everything that had happened since he entered the room.

The two 408s in the dormitory and the teaching building are obviously mirror images, and many of the rules inside are the same.

After a careful review, Wen Jianyan was sure that every step he took was right.

He should have gotten out of here without a hitch.

After all, this is still a D-level instance in the end, and there shouldn't be any mortal barriers for newcomers like them.

But the mortal barrier has clearly appeared.

Although Wen Jianyan has been playing the game according to the rules, this time, the mirror did not follow the rules.

After he clearly broke the deal, the mirror still did not give up but instead led him over, and even tried to forcibly eat him without reaching a deal.

This is very unreasonable.

Unless

He has something very precious on him, and the other party wants it too much, even at the risk of breaking the rules.

Based on the content of the manual he got from locker 368, it most likely refers to his soul.

Although Wen Jianyan himself doesn't think his soul is anything special, even if this guess only has a possibility of 1, he has to regard it as 100.

The man in the mirror looked back at him expressionlessly without saying anything.

Wen Jianyan made a bold guess based on the few words he heard before being pulled into the mirror.

This mirror was probably used to awaken the God the Father, and it is necessary to sacrifice human souls for it, which is why it is so unscrupulous in trying to grab more souls.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible for it to make a deal about its own God the Father, that's why Wen Jianyan took such a big gamble.

However, he was not prepared to speak out about these speculations.

The young man narrowed his eyes a little loosely:

Well as for the reason

He glanced at the phantom in the mirror, and the soft and wet tip of his tongue hooked lightly over his lips, licking away the sticky scarlet blood from the corners of his lips. His pale face looked a little sinister in the dark. Wen Jianyan smiled and said frivolously:

It's probably love at first sight, right?

The live broadcast room of No. 789326qwk suddenly became restless.

[He's so good at it, he's so good at it, he's so good at it!!]

[Nice lecher ah (covering my heart)]

[Hello everyone, I declare that I am the object of anchor's love at first sight, thank you for your blessings.]

[The few vegetables in front, are they drunk and talking nonsense?]

[As long as you eat peanut rice]

[Wait? It's obvious that no anchor has played this part before, but why is no one paying attention to the plot at all! Aren't you focusing on the wrong thing?]

The already gloomy expression of the person in the mirror looks almost twisted at the moment.

Wen Jianyan sighed with a slight smile on his face looking particularly rude:

Oh, don't make this kind of expression while using my face. It's really ugly.

You guessed it right.

However, the gloomy look quickly disappeared from the face of the person in the mirror:

I can't make this deal.

He smiled again as usual: Obviously, you realise that I also have to abide by the rules. If a human makes a wish that I can't fulfil, I can't take the other person's soul.

Wen Jianyan in the mirror applauded and praised:

Wonderful.

But Wen Jianyan himself was not happy because of the compliment, instead, he narrowed his eyes subconsciously and watched himself in the mirror vigilantly.

The other party still has something up his sleeves.

The curvature of the mouth of the person in the mirror gradually widened:

But what you don't know is that although after breaking the rules, there will be a certain price to pay, it is not completely impossible to achieve.

A click sound sounded.

'

A thin crack appeared on the mirror surface, just across the face of Wen Jianyan in the mirror. The upright and handsome face was divided by the crack, looking strangely distorted.

He smiled and said:

I can still forcibly take your soul. Of course, the loss may be a little more, but I can bear the necessary loss.

At the moment when the voice fell, the once-stopped devouring started again, and the youth's body once again began to continue to sink downwards.

However, in the next second, the winning expression on the face of the person in the mirror suddenly disappeared:

Wait, this

His voice was sharp and high-pitched, but it was cut off abruptly in the next second!

Wen Jianyan's eyes became a little blurry, and the scene in front of him changed abruptly.

His whole body fell backwards uncontrollably

The next second, his back slammed into the ground, his bones seemed to be broken apart, and a heavy dull pain spread from the contact surface, causing him to hiss and take a cold breath.

Brother XiaoWen, are you alright!

Su Cheng hurried up and held Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

Wen Jianyan was dizzy after the fall. He waved his hand to indicate that he was okay, and slowly got up with the help of the other party.

Whether it was the labyrinth, the mirror, or the phantom sleeping in the mirror, all had disappeared.

In front of him was a familiar corridor with a closed door.

The weird 408 has also disappeared.

I haven't seen you in a while since I came out of 408, so

Su Cheng organised the language, and then said vaguely: Brother XiaoWen, you should remember what I told you before, about those supernatural props, right?

Of course, Wen Jianyan remembered.

The reason why he was beating around the bush with the mirror just now was to delay time and wait for the live broadcast system to go online, but he didn't expect that as soon as the live broadcast system went online before he had time to use the props, he was directly pulled out by Su Cheng's props.

Wen Jianyan glanced at Su Cheng in surprise and nodded.

If he remembered correctly, the price of the item Su Cheng used was not low, and the other party was willing to use it on him, an NPC, which was indeed something he didn't expect.

Su Cheng patted his chest: Didn't I just say that if something goes wrong, I will definitely protect you.

Wen Jianyan gave him a second look: Thank you.

He straightened up and took his hand from the other side, Su Cheng noticed the wound on Wen Jianyan's hand, and couldn't help being surprised: Are you injured?

Only then did Wen Jianyan feel the pain.

He lowered his head and glanced at his bloody palms. With a pale face, he pretended to be calm and choked out:

It's okay.

Fart!

This is a piece of meat he bit off with his teeth! How could it be okay!

It's very painful!

Although Wen Jianyan himself is an extreme hedonist in ordinary life, at a critical juncture, he is extremely cruel to himself, and there is almost nothing he can't do.

He is familiar with the distribution of meridians and muscles on the human hand, and even if he bit down with his teeth, he deliberately avoided the key parts to ensure normal actions later.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and ripped off a piece with the hem of his shirt, and skillfully bandaged his hand to stop bleeding.

Blood splattered out of the fabric, looking startling.

After dealing with everything, Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng. As if he remembered something, he asked, 408, you went in?

Yes.

Su Cheng shook his head in confusion: But there was nothing inside.

All he saw was an empty dormitory room with a cramped area, no table or anything, but only a thick layer of dust on the ground. After finding nothing, he turned back to the corridor, but Wen Jianyan was gone by then.

Su Cheng waited anxiously for a long time, but still did not see the shadow of the other party, so he gritted his teeth and used the prop.

Wen Jianyan showed a thoughtful look.

It seems that although Su Cheng pushed open the door, he did not walk into the real 408.

So, the conditions for entering 408 are selective?

What about you?

Su Cheng lowered his head and glanced at the blood-stained cloth on Wen Jianyan's hand, frowned worriedly, and asked:

Did you encounter any danger in the corridor?

Danger.

The moment he heard the word, what flashed in Wen Jianyan's mind was not the mirror that was trying to forcibly snatch his soul, but the blurry male phantom in the mirror.

He doesn't know why, obviously he didn't do anything harmful to him, but the sense of oppression was far heavier than that mirror.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, held his wrist and moved the injured part carefully. He opened his mouth and replied:

I

He just made a short syllable when the sound of footsteps suddenly came from one side of the corridor, interrupting his unfinished words.

Su Cheng was shocked and turned his head to look in that direction.

Wen Jianyan also jumped up suddenly.

His eyes were bright and he stared at the place where the voice came from. His injured arm was hanging by his side, and his slender body was taut and slightly arched, like some kind of graceful feline.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer, more and more hurried and messy as if several people were rushing in this direction.

A flickering beam of light pierced through the darkness and shone from a distance.

The other side also seemed to have noticed the two uninvited guests, and suddenly stopped the pace and pulled away:

Who is there?

Across the heavy darkness, the other side's voice seemed very tense, revealing a strong sense of vigilance.

This voice seems a little familiar.

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

Su Cheng's eyes widened: Wait, you are?

The beam of light carefully dangled over the faces of the two people, revealing their faces clearly.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes blocked the strong light, and his face remained calm.

Soon, the light beam was pressed down, and accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the three people on the opposite side stepped forward.

The man in the lead held a flashlight in his hand, and the slightly dangling light and shadow flashed across his face. Wen Jianyan instantly recognized the identity of the other partythe senior anchor who explained the rules in the canteen.

Kong Shixing's gaze swept across the two people in front of him, and there was a trace of imperceptible surprise in his eyes:

You?

One is a rookie anchor, and the other is an NPC who is frantically searched by instance monsters. This combination is really too strange for him to imagine.

Why are you here?

Su Cheng was obviously relieved after seeing a person who was also an anchor like him.

He took a step forward and said:

We've been up for a while. This floor is really too evil, and we can't get down at all.

Su Cheng sighed and asked, How about you?

Kong Shixing frowned and said, We've been up here for a while. There is no way to leave at all.

He glanced at Wen Jianyan without a trace.

Su Cheng didn't notice the other's small movements at all.

He said excitedly: That's great, we can be together next

Before Su Cheng finished speaking, Kong Shixing interrupted: Of course.

He took a step forward, raised his hand familiarly to wrap his arm around Su Cheng's neck and showed a very close look: We are all classmates, and we have known each other for so long. So of course, we need to help each other.

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