Chapter 389

"What's this?"

Wu Zhu frowned slightly, raised his hand, and touched the iron cage on his face.

He seems to have noticed this extra on his face...

Weird new stuff.

Black leather and twisted metal bite stops caught on the jaw, in stark contrast to the excessively pale skin.

"you guess?"

Wen Jianyan smiled.

It took only a few seconds before and after, and he became elegant and frivolous again, with ease, and he never showed a trace.

Wu Zhu frowned, and used his fingertips to trace the thing on his face. After finding that he couldn't take it off, he immediately realized the meaning of its existence.

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes, and his eyes fixed on Wen Jianyan's face.

It can be seen through the metal cage that there seems to be a slight smile on his lips, and there is an inexplicable meaning in his deep voice:

"Are you afraid that I will bite you?"

Afraid?

Wen Jianyan frowned.

Although the other party guessed correctly about the object's purpose, the use of words was unpleasant.

"I'd rather you see it as a gift."

The young man leaned closer, with a gentle smile without any aggression, and tapped the other person's cheek with his finger, "Help you take care of your mouth and teeth, so that you can be more obedient."

His voice was soft, but his tone carried a contemptuousness as if he wanted to provoke the other party deliberately.

By the way, I realized that I was the one whose limbs were chained and the neck was shackled.

"I see," Wu Zhu's mood didn't seem to be affected.

He put down his hand and looked at Wen Jianyan, "When will you take it off?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes: "Of course it's when I'm in a good mood."

Unknowingly, Wu Zhu leaned over and approached.

Long black hair hung down from his pale, strong back, and a pair of golden eyes shone in the backlit darkness.

"So, how can you be in a good mood?"

Even if Wen Jianyan knows that in the space inside the Ouroboros, the other party is not only completely controlled by his own language, but also wears a bite stopper made in the live broadcast room on his face, it is impossible to make any outrageous actions towards him However, at the moment the distance shortened, he still involuntarily suffocated.

"...at least start by staying away from me."

Wen Jianyan pinched the quilt next to her with her fingers, and her voice seemed to come out from between her teeth.

Wu Zhu seemed to be very regretful, and slowly pulled away, but although he left, his eyes did not follow him away, but still wandered around his body, like a huge invisible python tightening its coils little by little. .

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and sat up straight.

Although his purpose of coming in Ouroboros was to have a conversation with Wu Zhu himself, but it had to be said that even if he just sat opposite each other, the presence of the other party would make him nervous.

He was a little annoyed, the strength of his fingers increased unconsciously, and his fingertips turned white.

This is really...

It's not as good as when the other party can't speak and their intelligence is not high.

At least whether it's fooling or cheating, it will be much easier than it is now.

While Wen Jianyan was in a trance, his palm, which was trapped in the soft quilt, was suddenly grabbed.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but was caught and couldn't move.

"what you do?"

He looked at Wu Zhu, frowning tightly.

"Do nothing."

Wu Zhu didn't raise his head, and looked at the human palm in his palm as if he was very interested.

The metacarpal bones are slender and well-proportioned, the thin knuckles are slightly raised, and the skin is fair. Because the force is no longer applied, the blood color has returned again, and the fingernails are slightly red near the flesh.

It looks like people want to leave a tooth mark on it.

Wu Zhu touched the metal cage on his face, it seemed a pity.

So, he retreated to the next best thing, and held his fingers back into the opponent's fingers. The palms of the palms were tightly pressed against each other, one cold and one hot, inseparable, as if to make the palm prints fit together Same.

Although it was a very simple action, it seemed to stir up waves in Wen Jianyan's heart.

The previous scene in Xingwang Hotel flashed in his mind, he looked at Wu Zhu suddenly, and even forgot the movement of withdrawing his hand.

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

"Can you feel what's going on outside the ring?"

He stared at the other party, not missing any expression changes on his face, and asked,

"Or, do you remember what happened in the last dungeon?"

Wu Zhu didn't seem to feel that he had done anything strange.

He replied, "No."

He shook the chain on his hand and made a "jingling" sound: "Have you forgotten, I am your prisoner now, and I cannot leave here."

Wen Jianyan looked at him firmly.

Wu Zhu: "Why are you asking this?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer, just lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The faint light fell on his face, and the slender eyelashes cast slight shadows on his fair cheeks, making him look very deep.

Soon, he raised his head: "Come here."

This time, Wu Zhu didn't expect it.

He paused, but Wen Jianyan lost his patience and gave the order directly.

With the crisp sound of the chains colliding, Wu Zhu was once again locked on the bed in the same way as before. His two arms were bound by the chains, and he couldn't move his body.

Wen Jianyan didn't care too much, and stepped up directly.

He bent down and carefully studied the other party's pale chest covered with pitch-black spells, or in other words, the hideous scar in the center of the chest.

As if it wasn't enough, Wen Jianyan took the initiative without hesitation.

He rubbed the shape of the scar with his fingertips over and over again, measuring and describing it inch by inch with his fingertips, for fear that it would miss the slightest change.

The young man's breath was fine and dense, and his fingertips were soft and warm. It was obviously an act full of probing, but at this moment it was tinged with a different color.

Wu Zhu's eyes darkened.

The golden eyes stared at the other party from bottom to top, with a strange heat that could wrap a person to death.

But Wen Jianyan didn't seem to notice the distance between them at all, and even got closer, looking at the scar carefully under the weak light.

According to the answer of Wu Zhu in the box garden of [Prosperous Hotel], the imprint on his body makes him an anchor point, and all fragments that come into contact with him will gradually "become" the main personality. In the presence of anchor points, what kind of changes will occur in the main personality.

But the move Wu Zhu made just now exploded in his mind like a thunderstorm.

An unbelievable guess emerged.

Is Wu Zhu really recovering?

But Wen Jianyan is not sure whether it is because he became the anchor point, or because he used the same prop to "kill" the second fragment. Perhaps, it was not killing, but the fragment was also contained in the same place. Ouroboros came in, fused with the original piece...or, both?

This is simply frightening to think about.

It's easy for Ouroboros to trap a fragment of a witch candle, but Wen Jianyan himself is not sure about the success rate of controlling a complete witch candle.

If that was the case, Wu Zhu would never answer honestly.

However, due to the special nature of weapons, scars don't lie.

However, Wen Jianyan touched left and right, but still didn't find any difference between the scar and the previous one.

There is no extra one, and there is no superposition of a second one, as if the previous one was just a mistake under the light.

Wen Jianyan withdrew her hand and straightened up.

He still maintains the posture of straddling the other party, and the suspicious look on his face still hasn't faded away.

Could it be that he was too jittery, and the grass and trees were all soldiers?

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to feel something, and suddenly bounced off the opponent's body, because the movement was too violent, he almost fell off the bed directly.

He supported the edge of the bed to stabilize his body, his face was full of blood, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Are you sick?!"

Wu Zhu maintained the posture of being trapped and controlled by others, and tilted his head slightly, with a very calm expression, as if he had no sense of shame that should exist at all:

"No."

He looked over, his eyes flickered with faint enthusiasm in the darkness, like a snake trying to catch a bird with its sight, but it also looked completely confused:

"I can't do anything, why are you leaving?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He didn't know whether he was angry or blocked by the other party's inexplicable but smooth logic. He actually stared, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"In addition to the bite stopper, there may be something more suitable for you."

He pressed his voice and said through gritted teeth.

It's a pity that we didn't prepare everything all at once.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu actually asked, "What?"

"You'll see me next time." Wen Jianyan cast a gloomy glance at him.

"Hmm." Wu Zhu seemed looking forward to it, "Are there more 'gifts'?"

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that if that kind of thing was really exchanged, but with Wu Zhu's understanding of the human world, he must not understand what it was.

Then wouldn't he want to personally...

Wen Jianyan was frightened by the thoughts in his head.

Although he has always thought that he is not a thin-skinned person, this level of shame is still too much for him to bear.

His face turned red and white, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence between his teeth:

"...you're dreaming."

...Damn it, forget it.

He can't afford to lose this man.

The room fell into dead silence for a moment.

Wu Zhu and Wen Jianyan, one was on the bed, the other retreated to the sofa. Although they were in the same space, it seemed like they were separated by thousands of miles. The atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost suffocating. broken.

After a long time, Wen Jianyan seemed to have finally eliminated all the things that affected his thinking, took a deep breath, and raised his head.

He didn't plan to gossip with the other party this time, but went straight to the point:

"I'm here this time to ask you a question."

Wu Zhu: "Huh?"

"How much do you know about nightmares?"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and asked slowly, as if weighing every word carefully.

In fact, if you want to understand the Nightmare live broadcast room, understand Wu Zhu, and why he was divided into pieces and scattered in different copies of the Nightmare live broadcast room, what are the countless intertwined, complex and intertwined formless forces? The existence of... The most straightforward way must be to ask Wu Zhu.

However, I have to say that before this time, even though Wen Jianyan had trapped Wu Zhu to death in the Ouroboros, he never thought of asking questions.

It is probably the sequelae of lying too much in life, so when Wen Jianyan distrusts a person from the bottom of his heart, it is absolutely impossible to believe every word the other person says.

That being the case, what is the need to ask?

And now...Wen Jianyan doesn't think the situation has changed, but it seems that there is not much harm in listening to the other party's thoughts?

Of course, the possibility of the other party answering is itself very low.

"I don't understand." Wu Zhu said.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, and obviously didn't expect much from it. Even if he got such an answer, he seemed very flat. He shrugged:

"All right."

It's never bad to try a little bit.

He stood up, ready to leave here.

However, before Wen Jianyan left, Wu Zhu's voice came from behind.

"it is true."

Wen Jianyan paused and turned slightly to look.

The other party still maintained the imprisoned posture, raised his eyes and looked over, his expressionless face was consistent and calm, as if there was no hiding at all.

Wen Jianyan frowned: "Huh?"

"Since waking up to now, I have no memory, only instinct."

Wu Zhu said.

But...how is this possible?

Wen Jianyan frowned even tighter.

He recalled every confrontation with the other party since he entered the nightmare, every move made by the other party, and every "order" issued by the other party, it did not look like someone who "didn't know what he was doing", On the contrary, it is more like an existence capable of controlling and scheduling the overall situation.

Meticulous, ruthless, ambitious.

As if knowing what Wen Jianyan was thinking, Wu Zhu continued:

"I just instinctively know what my enemy is, where I'm going next, and what I'm going to do. It's like an intuition that pulls me forward invisibly."

Wu Zhu turned his head and focused on Wen Jianyan.

In the darkness, his eyes were like golden flames.

"All my memories start from the first time we looked at each other."

It was obviously a very plain sentence, but it made Wen Jianyan's heart skip a beat for no reason.

The air was quiet again.

Is such a thing really possible?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and frowned.

Without any memory, just relying on some kind of hidden instinct to complete the step-by-step confrontation with the nightmare...

But, in fact, he has almost believed the other party's words.

In a way, all of this was foreshadowed.

Why would an evil **** who has been turned into countless fragments be so heartbroken about the first human being who deceived him, and even crossed the dungeon to chase after him, and...

Looking back now, in fact, when I was the "bishop" of the other party, every order of Wu Zhu was actually very vague, basically just guiding him to a copy and a direction.

Before that, Wen Jianyan always thought it was some kind of religious **** like "gods act in mysterious ways", but now it seems that it is very likely that this false **** himself didn't know what he was looking for, but was just relying on Instinct gives orders, and doesn't bother to explain.

Wen Jianyan was a little disappointed.

If this is the case, the witch candle is almost useless in terms of the truth of the nightmare and the nature of the world.

As if feeling Wen Jianyan's shaking, the chains that had been tight just now loosened little by little.

Wu Zhu sat up.

"But, if you want, I can tell you about certain things, how I really feel."

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look.

With the jingling of chains, Wu Zhu came over.

He leaned over the edge of the sofa:

"I'll tell you everything."

Wen Jianyan hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, like a broken can, he raised his hand and stroked his hair, and sat down on the other side of the sofa: "Okay then."

You're here, you can't just leave without getting any information, right?

"Come one by one," Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said, "First, the Nightmare Live Studio."

Wu Zhu's answer was simple: "Hate."

There is not much content, but the emotion is simple and straightforward.

Wen Jianyan nodded and wrote down the other party's answer.

"The evil Bodhisattva in the Antai community."

Except for the community, it basically didn't appear in other dungeons. However, more than two dungeons were more or less affected by it.

Residents in the Antai community have gone to Fukang Hospital for treatment, and on the fifth floor of the copy of the Changsheng Building, there is a lotus symbol of an evil Bodhisattva on the handle of the copper knife in the coffin.

Wu Zhu frowned: "Disgusted."

Not surprisingly.

After all, the source of the knife that "killed" him twice was suspected to come from the three-faced evil Bodhisattva statue.

Wen Jianyan: "The eyes of the sky in the fantasy amusement park."

Wu Zhu frowned tightly: "Disgusting."

Stronger feedback.

Wen Jianyan glanced at him unexpectedly.

"Then, what about the Changsheng Building itself?"

This is a human creation, and it is also an important existence for Wen Jianyan to judge Wu Zhu's position.

Wu Zhu's answer did not hesitate: "I hate it."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Fine.

"Where's the road in the Boom Hotel instance?" he asked.

Wu Zhu: "I can't be sure when I'm in the ring."

Wen Jianyan frowned.

In this case, the sample is still too small, and there is almost no way for him to make a decision.

He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to be straightforward, and asked slowly:

"Humanity?"

Wu Zhu replied without hesitation: "Dirty things."

Wen Jianyan expressionless: "..."

oh.

"Okay, I understand." Wen Jianyan collected his thoughts, raised his head, and smiled on his lips, "Thank you for your cooperation, this information has helped me a lot."

"You feel better?"

Wu Zhu watched him.

Wen Jianyan: "Yes."

He stepped forward, leaned down with great kindness, untied the iron cage on the other's face, and said with a smile, "I'm in a good mood."

He still knows the truth about sugar and whips.

In addition, the information I need to collect is basically almost there, so I can leave.

In this case, it doesn't matter even if the bite stopper is undone on the other person's face.

However, Wen Jianyan paused, as if he suddenly remembered something.

He frowned, looked at Wu Zhu, glanced at the scar on the other's chest, and seemed a little confused: "Speaking of it, if..."

Wen Jianyan stopped speaking halfway.

He pressed his lips with one hand, as if he was pondering, and seemed to be stopping his next words.

"What if?" Wu Zhu repeated his words.

"It's nothing." Wen Jianyan quickly contained the emotions he had just leaked to the outside. He blinked, and when he raised his eyes again, he had completely recovered.

He waved his hand lightly: "See you next time."

However, before he could stand up, his wrist was grabbed.

"Don't you ask yourself?"

Wu Zhu raised his eyes and stared at the human beings who were close at hand. Without the cover of the bite stopper, his overly handsome face looked more and more sinister.

Wen Jianyan: "...I don't think there is any need to ask."

Since he had just helped the other party remove the iron cage with his own hands, the distance between them had already been reduced a bit too close.

Wu Zhu didn't seem satisfied with this answer.

He leaned forward again.

"Why."

Wen Jianyan leaned back slightly, his upper body was almost pressed into the sofa, and his tone was dry and cold: "Because it's not necessary, don't you understand?"

"All right."

Wu Zhu didn't ask, but let go directly.

However, before Wen Jianyan could breathe a sigh of relief, his heart was raised again.

Wu Zhu stared at him with downcast eyes, and supported his ears with pale and strong arms:

"I'm being nice today, aren't I?"

Wen Jianyan: "...Huh?"

He was taken aback by the other party's sudden low "self-proclaiming".

"I'm hungry."

Wu Zhu said bluntly.

The golden eyes glowed brightly in the darkness, like a beast finally showing its sharp teeth.

The long black hair hangs down, flowing on the young man's slightly undulating chest and abdomen, like the legendary beauty snake that swallows people.

I don't know if it was because of the close distance, but Wen Jianyan felt the brand on his hip bone burn, and his vision was trapped in a small space, so he felt a little lack of oxygen.

But he still frowned:

"...you want more blood?"

Wen Jianyan is clear that blood is closely related to the opponent's strength, and it must not be...

"No."

The darkness behind Wu Zhu flickered, he narrowed his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

"In fact, I find myself preferring what you spill when you're happy to the blood of pain."

Even when he said these words, Wu Zhu's expression was still calm and open.

The evil **** without any human shame is just like this, and commented openly:

"It was delicious."