Chapter 383

A few minutes ago, in the banquet hall.

The air was dead silent, and everyone's faces were ashen, staring at the sugar ball in the gentleman's palm.

Because of the body temperature, the strawberry-flavored sugar **** melted a little, sticking stickily to the skin, exuding a sweet smell, like a silent mockery.

"This, what's going on?" an anchor asked through gritted teeth.

No one knows the answer to the question.

They only know that they have been tricked.

It's all over.

As the disguised props showed their original shape, the walls, floor, and ceiling gradually took on the shape of blood and flesh, and the originally dispelled darkness descended again.

On the side of the long table, countless figures emerged.

However, the rules that have always restricted them before have disappeared.

"Not good! Withdraw quickly!"

Broadcasters are aware of the danger.

It turned out that this was why, after everything was over, the anchor of the red party rushed out of the banquet hall in such a hurry.

After the false pretense is exposed, everything will come back again.

and

According to their past experience, after deceiving ghosts and gods to gain a short period of peace, the price of fighting back will definitely be unbearably high.

Corpses stood up from the chairs one by one, pale faces looming in the deepening darkness, looking extraordinarily hollow and terrifying, more corpses emerged from the darkness, walking stiffly towards the place of human breath direction.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" One of them screamed piercingly, his feet were caught by something, and he disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye, leaving only a chilling silence.

There is no way out.

The darkness has completely blocked the surroundings, and there is no escape route to leave.

In the live broadcast room of the black anchor, the joyful celebration of the victory suddenly turned into fear and tension.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Help, save! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh how can I win this wave, I can't survive at all!"

One after another, the live broadcast room was cut off and closed permanently.

"There are really too many ghosts, there is absolutely no way for people to survive!"

"I'm really in a cold sweat. This speed, I would like to call it a massacre...It's terrible, this is the difficulty of survival at the **** level?!"

"The few anchors I followed didn't even have time to use their talents, so they just disappeared!"

"So desperate..."

The numbers are dwindling at a frightening rate.

Surrounded by so many unrestricted, only murderous, terrifying ghosts, everything happened in an instant, and in the end, only a few most powerful anchors were left struggling.

Even they are just trying to support themselves, try their best to ensure that they will not die temporarily, let alone escape.

"...Damn it," Anis clenched his teeth, blood dripping from the bottom of his eyes, his face turned ferocious, at first his murmuring voice gradually expanded and became almost crazy: "Damn it, **** it!"

If he dies here, then the life he left in the gallery before will be used, and after the dungeon is over, if he is still judged to have lost the match, his existence will also be wiped out by the nightmare, that is the real died.

Must live.

Must live.

He raised his hand slowly.

At that moment, all the corpses around stopped as if they were controlled by some invisible existence.

In the live room:

"I'm stupid! I'm stupid! It worked! Awesome!"

"Has he charged so many ghosts before?"

"Absolutely not... This time it has completely exceeded the upper limit of his previous ghost control..."

Snake-like blue veins protruded from his neck, red blood streaked all over the whites of his eyes, and countless bluish-purple corpse spots emerged from under the skin, as if moisture had been drained from his body, his cheeks sunken rapidly .

Under the empty sleeves, there were only bones left on the palms and wrists, and only a layer of shriveled skin covered them, which looked shocking.

In the darkness, countless corpses stood stiff and upright, exuding a ghostly aura, but they couldn't take a step forward.

Finally got room to breathe.

However, before everyone breathed a sigh of relief, behind countless figures, a terrifying white-clothed female corpse loomed.

Anis' methods seemed to be ineffective against it.

It comes step by step.

The closer it got, the more human skin peeled off its body.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, it gradually peeled off its original human-like appearance, and turned into a puddle, which could hardly be called a human shape.

Bloody, squirming flesh and blood, inside there are countless small, like undeveloped eyeballs.

It is completely different from the ghost next to it, instead it looks like...

A limb extending from the huge Prosperous Hotel itself.

It slowly approached with what could not be called legs.

Getting closer, getting closer.

The intense despair and oppressive feeling of death made it hard to breathe.

And just then

"Crack".

I don't know if it was an illusion, but from an extremely distant place, there was a slight sound, like the sound of something being crushed, leaping through the wriggling walls.

The air was dead silent.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the "corpse" stopped, turned around, and left.

Terribly fast.

It's just like

Perceived the real culprit in general.

[The dungeon is being forcibly closed!

[The dungeon is being forcibly closed!

The whole world seemed to be shaking.

The originally hard ground under his feet turned into a slippery scarlet mass of flesh at some point, it wriggled and twitched violently, as if struggling to digest its contents.

The more you run forward, the more difficult it will be.

Everyone struggled and ran forward with difficulty.

Not far away, between the deformed flesh and blood, is an open door, and the outside is a faint light different from the weird inside, like a straw that falls in despair.

near!

closer!

They gritted their teeth, let out a bang, and rushed out!

The moment he stepped out of the hotel threshold, the image of the host's body would fluctuate suddenly, and then disappear out of thin air.

Obviously, after leaving the [hotel]'s control area, they will be forcibly removed from the dungeon by Nightmare and sent back to the safe anchor hall.

Wen Jianyan followed closely behind.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed at the edge of his vision.

At that moment, a creepy chill ran up his spine.

Wen Jianyan was startled and looked at it suddenly.

Shirai disappeared.

However, under Wen Jianyan's gaze, a silhouette like a human face seemed to be faintly emerging on the wall of throbbing flesh and blood.

There was a horrible smile on that **** face, and he stared at him with rolling eyes.

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

not good!

In the next second, the flesh and blood ground broke open without warning, and a pair of strange, dead hands stretched out from below, grabbing Wen Jianyan's ankle firmly.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but staggered.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room was shocked by this sudden change.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"I'll go, I'm afraid the host wants to bury this dungeon with it!"

Everything happens in this instant.

It's just that after a few seconds, the gate that gradually returned to the flesh and blood form seemed to be unable to maintain its original shape at last, and suddenly collapsed, like a mouth that was suddenly closed.

The upper and lower flesh and blood fit together, growing together in the blink of an eye.

The huge, ugly, sarcomatoid structure was crumbling, and its creators were buried beneath the rubble.

The walls and ceiling of the corridor have lost their original shape, like a closed throat, wriggling and tightening, but in the blink of an eye, the passage that could have passed several people was compressed to the point where both arms could not be stretched .

The space to breathe, the room to struggle, are being swallowed up and consumed.

However, this is no longer important.

Wen Jianyan felt that wherever he touched the wall of flesh and blood, it began to become icy cold, heat and vitality were being withdrawn from the body, passing away, and a familiar feeling came over him.

It was like what he had experienced when his sanity was polluted in the amusement park before.

The ability to think is disappearing, the edge of vision is collapsing, everything has become weird, distorted, and bizarre. He seems to be rapidly becoming chaotic and crazy.

In the hallucination, Wen Jianyan saw that above the Xingwang Hotel, there was a huge blood-colored eyeball, staring at him without moving or blinking.

In comparison, everything is extremely small.

Terrible, terrible, terrible.

All sights are capable of driving one mad with fear.

The Flesh Hotel, which was collapsing, was right in the center of the pupils, as if frozen and locked by the sight, exuding an ominous breath of death.

tick.

There was a sound in the distance.

Like something dripped down.

Tick, tick, tick.

One after another.

The raindrops fell on the hotel, and the moment it came into contact with the deformed blood mud, the terrifying flesh below instantly twitched, making a hissing sound like a scream.

The rain is getting heavier.

Wen Jianyan exhausted the last bit of strength.

Eyelids fell down as if filled with lead.

Caught in a long black dream.

An invisible road stretches across the barren wilderness.

This road leads beyond the human world, to the eerie and silent huge cemetery, and even...the deeper, more terrifying world in the cemetery.

That is a taboo place that even this road cannot reach.

Born here, buried here, kept here

In the dark, it seems that someone is chanting silently over and over again, like a spell from ancient times, which has been repeated for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years.

At the end of the road, towns began to be built.

The town was not big, and no matter how many years it passed, it would not expand, no matter how many wars it went through, it would not disappearand it could not disappear.

It exists only for this path.

The residents of the small town have survived from generation to generation. Although they have completely forgotten their ancestors, they still have the same blood and continue the same tradition from generation to generation.

Every person who dies leaves a portrait.

Every portrait is a curse, every dead is a shackle.

If there is no change, they will be hidden in the darkness forever and ever, and they will never see the sun one day.

Tick, tick.

There seemed to be the sound of rain dripping in the darkness.

It was as if someone was crying silently, and the tears fell like pouring rain.

Crazy whispers came from afar.

"It came from my dream..."

"Dead... Everyone is dead... It's all my fault... Can't go on, can't go on... If this goes on... It's all over... Everything..."

"Can't be given to anyone...can't be taken by anyone...can't be..."

"...it's a nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare..."

The same words as in the memory, but it seems... there are some different contents.

tick.

Cold water dripped on his face.

One drop fell, and another drop.

"Well"

Wen Jianyan's eyelashes trembled, and he struggled to lift his heavy eyelids.

In the chaotic, whether it was an illusion or real vision, he saw that the wall of flesh and blood in front of him was torn apart from the outside, and pale, thin hands came in from the outside, wrapping around his body. Arms, waist, legs... pulled him away.

The crackling rain fell on his face, washing away the blood on his body.

In the haze, he seemed to vaguely see a woman in white clothes standing in front of her, surrounded by dozens of children with indistinct figures.

Unlike before, this time, her face was clearly visible.

It was a sad face, the eyelids were covered with horrible, forcibly nailed blood, and the eyes were distant and clear.

She bent down and silently bowed to Wen Jianyan.

Immediately afterwards, she turned around and walked into the distance.

"wait"

Wen Jianyan opened his mouth, but only a broken, unspeakable voice came out of his throat, and he couldn't organize a complete sentence at all.

He struggled to get up:

"Wait a moment!"

Wen Jianyan suddenly opened his eyes.

...tick.

A drop of cold rain fell from the dark sky and hit his eyelid.

Wen Jianyan's eyelids trembled.

The rain slid down his eyelashes and dripped onto the ground.

The rain stopped.

Wen Jianyan was a little taken aback, he raised his hand and touched his wet eyelashes.

Everything I just saw...

Is it a dream?

Zizi...Zizi...

A familiar system sound suddenly sounded in my ear.

[Dungeon... Zizi... It has been forcibly closed successfully... Zizi]

That voice brought Wen Jianyan back from his trance to reality.

He was startled.

The copy has been forcibly closed successfully? etc? That means?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked behind where Xingwang Hotel should be.

Whether it was the gloomy tall buildings or the **** mass of flesh that challenged the limits of human acceptance, all of them had disappeared, leaving only an empty ground.

Under the dark sky, the ground was soaked by rain, showing a wet black.

Thrive Hotel

Disappeared.

Right.

After all, unlike the [Prosperity Building] built by humans, [Prosperity Hotel] is just a poor imitation. After someone artificially created a bug, it will naturally disappear, not like the Prosperity Building. restore the original order.

The scene I saw in a trance before came back to my mind.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the wet ground.

Regardless of whether it was a dream or not, many unanswered mysteries seemed to be clarified.

When he was in the dungeon of [Changsheng Building] before, Wen Jianyan had wondered how such an existence that went beyond human common sense and reshaped order in the gloomy and weird was created, and the dungeon he is now seems to be Finally, some of his doubts were answered.

Obviously, although [Prosperous Hotel] was not made by humans.

But this town is.

It was built at the end of the road, and every dead person will be turned into a portrait guarding the town, just to prevent the horror world at the end of the road from spreading into reality.

Those ghosts who live in the portraits and wander in the town are of the same nature as the red-clothed female corpse in the previous dungeon, but perhaps because they are only portraits of the ancestors in the town, so , no matter the degree of terror or autonomy, it is far inferior to that red-clothed female corpse.

However, such tranquility was broken.

Something ominous invaded the real world through the dream of an ordinary person in the small town, trying to untie the shackles, not only killing all the residents in the small town, but also taking all the children's souls as Sacrificial offerings, creating the Boom Hotel, trying to use the mechanics in it to send all the ghosts away.

However, just before success, the person who was invaded first and who was tortured the longest woke up.

She realized the horror of all this, so, in order to further aggravate the situation, she took the initiative to fall into the well with the most critical soul props, ending all this.

Then, the replica is established.

After the dungeon was forcibly closed during Hugo's entry, Nightmare created a mirror dungeon based on the dungeon of [Prosperous Hotel] in order to use the Hakoniwa node to erase the witch candle and make the dungeon "platinum" again.

Perhaps it was to complete the guidance, so the alien who occupied the image of the woman in white became the only "ghost" allowed to enter the mirror copy.

However, perhaps because of this, the real woman in white also entered it.

Because she couldn't stop crying all day long, the town in the mirror copy was shrouded in rain. This rain tried to wipe out everything that entered the town, just to prevent the last moment from coming.

By the end, the mirror copy is gone.

The rain also came to the real copy, and...

It really worked.

Everything is as clear as day.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help flashing the scene he saw in the dream just now.

The last look of the other party, and the deeply bowed head.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forcibly pulled himself out of his emotions. He raised his hand, wiped off the cold rain and blood on his face, and looked into the sky:

"Hey, hello! Live broadcast room!"

"Isn't this dungeon over? Why haven't I gone back yet?"

There was a dead silence around my ears.

There was no response from the live broadcast room.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface. Since the dungeon was forcibly closed, most of the anchors were pulled away, and the live broadcast signal was turned off. However, the backpack items were still usable.

He sneered in his heart.

Nightmare is a dog.

Although at the end of the copy of [Prosperity Mansion], in order to gain freedom and win the trust of Nightmare, he personally "killed" Wu Zhu, and Nightmare seemed to accept it without any obstacles, but now it seems that it has changed from a At the beginning, I didn't fully believe in myself, so the copy of [Xingwang Hotel] appeared.

On the surface, this is just a normal confrontation, but in fact, Nightmare has already prepared multiple traps.

If Wen Jianyan had even a slight negligence, he would have already wiped out all possible follow-up possibilities through Xiaoting, or used the cheap props delivered to his door to successfully achieve platinum. Although he still won the victory of the dungeon, but, in When the nightmare and the real world are interlinked, it is simply unimaginable how terrible things will happen in the future.

Since Nightmare couldn't respond for the time being, Wen Jianyan didn't plan to ask meaningless questions anymore.

He closed the live broadcast interface and started walking around, trying to find a little more clues.

The area where the Xingwang Hotel is located has been completely emptied. There is nothing in the dark muddy ground, and there is a wet creaking sound when stepped on it.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan saw something bright shining in the soil.

He paused, turned around and walked in that direction.

In the soil, half of the mirror fragments were buried deep.

Wen Jianyan squatted down and dug it out of the soil.

Irregular mirror fragments flickered under the faint light, the surface was cold and smooth, without any dirt at all.

The moment he got it, a familiar system prompt sounded in his ears.

Ding! The epic props in the anchor's backpack: Mr. Mirror is being completed]

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

...so, is it one of the shards of the mirror.

He remembered the moment when he smashed the mirror with a brass dagger in the corridor.

Under the sharp blade, the mirror split into pieces and scattered in all directions, each stained with his own blood.

And one of them is scattered here.

By accident, Wen Jianyan raised his hand, and lightly touched the mirror with his own blood-stained fingers.

In the next second, he felt a strange attraction coming from it.

Immediately afterwards, there was a familiar whirlwind.

When Wen Jianyan stabilized his figure, he found that he was already standing in a very familiar place.

It was dark all around, and the soft loess was underfoot.

In the distance were countless dead graves, but not far in front of him was the familiar empty grave.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

What, why are you back again? !

He subconsciously searched for the mask.

Wen Jianyan realized that the mask had been lost when he was in distress earlier.

However, the strange thing is that although he is not wearing any mask on his face now, he is standing in this familiar place, but there is no sign of being attacked.

Could it be...

Wen Jianyan put down his searching hand and looked around.

Although there is dead silence here, it is so weird that it is not as terrifying and suffocating as before.

At the same time, there is also a familiar, weird heat that begins to climb in the lower abdomen.

Wen Jianyan paused, raised his hand, and pressed it to his side.

Under the wet shirt, the skin was hot.

As if being pulled by some unknown force, he took a step forward.

The empty tomb is getting closer.

For some reason, Wen Jianyan felt her heart beating fast.

Maybe it was nervousness, maybe fear, or maybe it was because of some premonition... The heart was beating violently, pounding against the ribs, even a little painful.

He couldn't help slowing down.

However, the open empty tomb still entered his field of vision little by little.

However, unlike before, this time, the tomb was not empty.

A man lay quietly under the grave.

Long black hair, pale skin, and branch-like spells.

witch candle.

His eyes were closed and his expression was calm.

...as expected.

Wen Jianyan stood still and looked down.

He had actually found it strange before.

When he was in the little garden before, Hugo obviously just went to the end of the road to get the props, and he couldn't rush back to the hotel in such a short time after they separated.

That is to say, in the last round, before the banquet actually started, the dungeon had already collapsed.

And he also saw Hugo in a coma in the painting shop.

This is also the reason why Wen Jianyan finally came to the conclusion that "Wu Zhu is not restricted in the prison".

After all, the banquet hadn't even started, and the restrictions hadn't been lifted, so how could the prisoners be released so quickly?

That

Why did the witch candle appear?

Wen Jianyan flashed the previous picture in his mind.

Hugo fell on the ground unconsciously, blood was flowing, and his breath was like gossamer. If there was no painting at that time, he might have died.

As such a strong streamer, even if his level wasn't too high at the time, he shouldn't be subdued, hurt, or even killed so easily.

but

If the source is Wu Zhu, then all this can be explained.

Wen Jianyan tightened his palm slightly.

In the center of the palm, the skin was scorching hot, and the feeling from when the opponent's fingers slid across seemed to still remain on the skin.

No

In other words, Wu Zhu didn't want the restriction to be released.

Maybe... that's why he was selected and became the key piece that was thrown into this dungeon.

If other people try to do this, no matter how powerful the anchor is, once they try to touch the taboo of this dungeon, they will be killed mercilessly.

But Wen Jianyan...

Obviously the exception.

The only exception.

If he wanted to break the seal, Wu Zhu could only write the word "No" in his hand.

Therefore, he is obviously the best choice if you want to make this copy platinum.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, with lowered eyes and no expression on his face, as if he was lost in his own thoughts.

In the next second, a familiar voice rang in my ears:

[The anchor has not yet completed the task]

[Please clean up the dungeon BUG as soon as possible.

Just knew it was so.

The reason why Nightmare didn't pull him away at the last moment, but left him alone in the closed copy, was clearly the idea.

Wen Jianyan sneered in her heart.

He walked forward, knelt down in front of the grave, and took out the brass knife from his backpack.

The blade is sharp and sharp.

He gestured for a distance.

a bit far.

Wen Jianyan thought for a while, put one hand aside, the veins on the back of her white hand were bulging, and she tapped the edge of the coffin with her fingers.

He stepped into the coffin.

Directly below, was the opponent's chest that was as cold as marble, without any ups and downs of breathing, engraved with dark runes, like a curse from an unknown language.

His hair was still wet, and the icy rain fell down his hair and fell on the opponent's body.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes inadvertently, but suddenly met a pair of golden eyes that were opened.

At that moment, he almost stopped breathing, and then reflexively hid the knife behind his back.

The lines on the abdomen and hips are hot and painful.

Swish, Swish.

There was a grinding sound in the darkness.

Wu Zhu tapped Wen Jianyan's waist with one hand, and slowly sat up from the coffin.

The two looked at each other.

Wen Jianyan paused in place, holding the knife behind his back, his whole body tensed.

Wu Zhu's gaze moved down and landed on Wen Jianyan's hand.

He reached out and grabbed Wen Jianyan's hand.

Not the one with the knife, but the other one.

Maybe it was because the aliens were stronger than humans, or maybe Wen Jianyan didn't have much resistance and was easily pulled away.

It was a horrible hand, the fingertips showed a translucent paleness due to blood loss, and the gauze wrapped around the wound was completely soaked in blood, without any whiteness.

Wu Zhu loosened the gauze over and over again.

When the last layer of gauze was removed, Wen Jianyan shuddered and subconsciously wanted to pull away, but was fixed at a distance.

The gauze was torn open, revealing the **** wound underneath that hadn't shown any signs of healing from the very beginning.

That's what's left of holding the brass knife tight to keep it from falling.

Wu Zhu pulled his hand up, and his golden eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

He maintained his posture of watching Wen Jianyan, sticking out his scarlet tongue.

The cold tip of her tongue landed on the scalding wound, which made Wen Jianyan's eyes darken, and she almost bounced violently.

However, the opponent's fingers were like iron hoops, firmly controlling his wrist.

Wu Zhu slowly licked his wound.

One click, one click, one click.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the pain seems to be... lessened.

Wen Jianyan could clearly feel the touch left when the opponent's tongue brushed against his no longer painful, itchy skin.

Cool, soft, moist tongue, both dangerous and sensational.

Wen Jianyan felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

Not like fear, but it made him restless.

Soon, Wu Zhu let him go.

Wen Jianyan looked down.

In the palm, there was only a pink line left from the wound that was originally ferocious like a centipede, winding on the fair skin, and because it had just grown up, there was a tickling itch.

...healed?

Wen Jianyan was startled.

[Please host to clean up the dungeon BUG as soon as possible.

The ruthless system sound sounded again, as if urging.

That voice called Wen Jianyan back, and he responded in his heart:

"Don't rush, I know."

He stroked the handle of the knife.

"However, Wu Zhu is awake now," Wen Jianyan said to Mengyan in his heart, "You know what happened before, he is already prepared for my backstab, and I have used my talent just now, The chances of success this time are very low."

[Please use the mysterious rewards that have been sent to the backpack]

Wen Jianyan was startled.

Mystery reward?

Oh yes

When he was in the painting shop last time, he completed the task of kissing the evil spirit for thirty seconds and received a mysterious reward.

But as for what it was, he didn't have time to open it at the time, and because he was too busy later, he never remembered it.

[Is it open?

"yes."

Wen Jianyan collected himself and replied in his heart.

A gift package exploded in front of my eyes, and a system voice sounded in my ears:

[Item: A special cooling coupon]

[Effect: Reduce the cooling time of the talent, and make it more than 50% effective]

wait a minute, this means...

Wen Jianyan was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized.

The meaning of Nightmare giving this prop is already obvious, hoping that he will use his talent in this situation, control him by deceiving Wu Zhu, and then kill him.

Wen Jianyan looked up at Wu Zhu.

Obviously following the anchor all the time, the other party seems to have never regained the ability to speak, and has remained silent from beginning to end.

Those golden eyes stared at him for a moment.

Quite simple.

He did it more than once or twice.

[Please host to clean up the dungeon BUG as soon as possible, otherwise the agreement will be deemed invalid]

The sound of the system is cold.

Deceive the opponent first, and then pierce the opponent's chest.

The palm was wet, maybe it was the remaining rainwater from before.

Wu Zhu held his hand and stared at him with lowered eyes. Although there was no expression on his face, the expression in his eyes seemed to be waiting for praise.

Pretty much the same as every other moment in this dungeon.

The previous scenes strangely appeared in front of my eyes.

Whether the other party stubbornly sticks up to hold his hand, or stays alone in the bathroom after being reprimanded, his eyes brighten up when he sees him coming in.

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan felt that he was not a conscientious person.

But at this moment, he has a little conscience.

He thought for a while, raised the hand with the pink scar on it, held Wu Zhu's chin, and whispered: "Come here."

Under his guidance, the other party leaned over and approached.

Wen Jianyan pressed against the other's lips.

Gentle, wet, with the smell of rain.

The other's face was close at hand, and the pair of golden eyes that made him feel a little uneasy were closed.

The hand behind the back was brought to the front of the body, and the blade of the brass knife reflected cold light.

Wen Jianyan didn't close her eyes, she just stared at Wu Zhu for a moment.

He leaned forward, and the tip of the knife lightly touched the skin of the opponent's chest.

The cold and sharp feeling is so clear.

Wu Zhu opened his eyes.

Wen Jianyan did not activate the props for the time being, nor did he do anything for the time being.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when Wu Zhu realized all this.

Or rage, or indifference, or cruelty...

Any kind of feedback is great.

That way, he naturally doesn't have to feel any negativity.

Those complex feelings of guilt that had just arisen and disturbed him naturally disappeared.

Wen Jianyan has always been calculating.

He is a selfish person, so he naturally hates this unpleasant feeling.

Wen Jianyan carefully considered every move, controlled every piece on the chessboard, and made things develop in the direction he wanted through various inducements.

Even for himself.

Wu Zhu stared down at the human in front of him, suddenly raised his hand, clasped the back of Wen Jianyan's neck, and dragged him into a fierce, almost suffocating kiss.

The distance is shortened.

The blade sank into the chest.