Chapter 439

In the past ten minutes, the audience in the [Integrity First] live broadcast room was like riding a roller coaster.

Things turned so fast that no one could have predicted it.

A second ago, they felt that the future was bleak, and that this impressive team would be buried here in such an aggrieved manner. However, the subsequent twists and turns and changes in the dungeon made it hard for them to believe that things would happen like this However, just as they were screaming for the anchor to turn the tide, the sudden blow knocked them out of their wits.

On the screen of the live broadcast room, there was a rare still picture.

The office was dark, and it was eerily quiet, except for intermittent, difficult and thin breathing sounds from the corner.

The young man fell to the ground in embarrassment, covering the side of his neck with one hand, blood gushed out from between his fingers, and a small pool of sticky blood had already formed on the ground, while the other hand fell powerlessly to the side.

His hair was soaked in blood, sticking to his pale side face.

Even so, he still managed to raise his eyes, his eyelashes were trembling, and his light-colored, tear-soaked eyes looked towards the air through the messy hair, and his slack eyes were shaking, unable to focus.

Snow white, pitch black, bright red, the conflict of colors is too sharp, people are instantly captured by this dying, almost desperate beauty.

Anyone could see that he was dying.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room received the exposure treatment of the Hall of Fame, and was hung high in the most conspicuous recommendation position in the entire live broadcast room, open to all audiences.

Every viewer, no matter which dungeon they are watching or which anchor's live broadcast room they are in, can't help but look up and look at this live broadcast room with the highest priorityeven if they have never entered or even heard of this live broadcast room before. The anchor is still deeply attracted uncontrollably.

Like a bird whose chest was pierced by a rose branch, the sharp and thin bones pierced the flesh and blood, and the hot, soft, feathered little chest trembled, but it was still making a bright, survival cry.

So pathetic and so beautiful.

"Who is this?"

"It seems to be the one that was very popular a while ago?"

"Dying so soon?"

"Go, go, go and have a look, or it will be too late!"

Unlike the crowd of fun people who flocked to the live broadcast room, the old fans in the live broadcast room of [Integrity First] were extremely anxious.

In this kind of open dungeon that can hardly be opened to the main story line, the plot offset is forced to be full, which makes the dungeon deepen and change, and even turns the world around with one's own power, and rescues all teammates who are in danger...

However, after accomplishing such a feat, because there was no one to rescue and help him, he died silently and alone, and stopped breathing in a dark pool of blood?

This ending is too unacceptable.

Unfortunately

There is nothing they can do about it.

The six-hour safety zone in the dungeon is not only for the npc in the dungeon, but also for the host in the dungeon.

To be fair, during this period, the abilities of both parties will be limited by the rules.

The npc cannot harm the host during this period, and the talent of the host will also enter a six-hour cooling-off period. Although the props can still be used, there is no object to use the props. state.

in this state. The anchors can only rest, and cannot use this safe time to explore and decrypt in the dungeon.

The rules are absolute and cannot be broken by anyone.

This means that unless Wen Jianyan takes the initiative to go out, no one will be able to enter the administrative building.

In Wen Jianyan's current state, he can't even stand up, so why leave on his own initiative?

"Ah, ah, no, I can't accept it!"

"How could this be!"

"Please, please, who can save my Treasure anchor, I would like to contribute 1000 points!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

However, when the barrage was raging, snowflakes reappeared on the screen of the live broadcast room without warning.

"??? Nightmare, are you giving me something wrong at this time??"

"Are you **** sick? Let's fix the junk signal, save those points to buy a coffin for yourself, right?"

"Die to me!"

Unlike the noisy and chaotic scene in the live broadcast room, the dungeon is still dead silent, as if it has not been disturbed at all.

In the office, shadows were blurred in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly, and the strong smell of blood floated in the air, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Wen Jianyan collapsed in a pool of blood, struggling to lift his blood-soaked eyelashes.

Not far away, there was a figure that could not be captured by any lens. He appeared without a sound, as if he was part of the darkness.

In the chaos of terrifying illusions, his existence was so abrupt that it almost made people unable to control their heart.

Wu Zhu lowered his eyes, staring at the embarrassed young man in front of him.

The alien's golden eyes were hidden in the darkness, and they stared silently at the human's distracted, tear-drenched eyes.

"It's you?"

Wen Jianyan fell into the blood, his voice was weak, and he felt a little dazed, as if he was still in an illusion.

Wu Zhu withdrew his gaze, glanced at the mineral water bottle in his hand, then threw it back carelessly, and invisible tentacles stretched out from the darkness, easily swept it away.

It disappeared without making a sound.

Wen Jianyan's originally slack eyesight suddenly focused, he stared at the other party, gritted his teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, intermittently, mixed with intermittent panting and coughing, in the The edge of death trembled, but it exploded with astonishing power like a flash of light.

This time, he didn't seem to be asking, but he seemed to be making a firm conclusion:

"-It's you."

Wu Zhu looked at him again.

This time, he seemed to smile: "Yes."

The man standing in the darkness stepped forward, bent down, and very lightly picked up the young man on the ground.

To him, this seemed to be no problem.

One hand held up the opponent's head soaked in blood and tears, and the other hand passed through the bend of the leg. The weight of an adult man was easily overcome in this way, and he was helplessly kept away from the ground and the pool of blood.

Wen Jianyan was panting, and seemed to want to struggle.

His palm fell weakly on the opponent's shoulder, but it was almost useless except for leaving a few blood marks.

Wu Zhu stood there and thought for a while, then decided to sit down on the chair beside her.

Human beings who have lost their resistance are nestled in his arms, like a powerless baby.

His legs were hanging weakly on the same side, his head rested on the opponent's shoulder, and the hand covering the wound fell down at some point. I don't know if it was due to the excessive bleeding, and the bleeding speed of the wound slowed down. , but the shirt on Wu Zhu's body was still unavoidably wet.

Wu Zhu didn't seem to care that the human costume he chose for the first time was destroyed by blood.

He caressed the young man's back with one handeven through the shirt, the young man's body temperature was already very low, and the raised shoulder blades looked very thin, and he trembled slightly under his touch. It was hard to say whether he was afraid of death, or Still struggling unwillingly, trying to get out of his control.

"It's always been you," Wen Jianyan tightly pulled the other party's neckline with his weak fingers, his voice was intermittent, and he had to stop and rest for a while every time he said a word.

In the end, he even seemed to be biting his teeth:

"Always."

Although his current state was unprecedentedly bad, at this moment, Wen Jianyan's mind became inexplicably clear. All the previous doubts were connected into lines at this moment, and the truth in all the fog became clear.

"Ouroboros is deactivating...so you came out"

In this dungeon, the weaker he is, the stronger Wu Zhu will be.

Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality due to the lowered san value, Wu Zhu would appear by his side in the form of hallucinations until the moment when the power was reversed.

I don't know if it was because of the drop in body temperature, or because of emotional anger, his body was trembling slightly.

"You fucking..."

Wu Zhu turned his face sideways, pressed his lips on the young man's blood-stained forehead, and said in a rare and gentle voice:

"Hush."

He brushed Wen Jianyan's blood-soaked hair away with his fingers, and gently rubbed his cold fingertips:

"It's about to end."

Wu Zhu kissed the top of his hair, and said warmly: "It will be soon."

Regardless of his tone, the implication of this sentence is creepy

Rest assured, death will come quickly.

Wen Jianyan's analysis and guess were right.

However, this is not important anymore.

Before entering the administrative building, Wu Zhu still followed Wen Jianyan even after his San value was recovered through props, but this time he did not show up and was not prepared to intervene.

On the one hand, it was because Wen Jianyan said that after the san value was restored, the brain would become flexible again. It would be very unwise for Wu Zhu to show up again under such circumstances.

On the other hand, it was because, while Wu Zhu felt strange about his previous subconscious actions, at the same time he vaguely felt some strange crises.

So, he decided to stand on the sidelines.

He was very curious about how far this human being could go.

And the other party obviously did not disappoint him.

"You did very well."

Although there were some small mistakes in the middle, the overall development of the matter was still quite different from the direction he expected.

Wu Zhu is not used to analyzing his mentality.

Overall, at least, he's happy with where things are now.

Wu Zhu clasped the waist of the human being in his arms, letting him lean on his shoulders, like holding a large toy.

Wen Jianyan had never been so well-behaved before, she would nestle in his arms without any resistance, put all her weight on his arms and legs, and be completely surrounded by himeven though the human vitality in her arms He was losing body temperature and breath, and the breath falling on his neck gradually became weaker as time went by, but for Wu Zhu, this was not a big problem.

Wu Zhu stroked Wen Jianyan's hair for a while, and carefully smoothed it out for him, then raised his hand to rub against his face, wiping away the blood that hadn't dried up.

He even helped Wen Jianyan turn out the collar that had been folded in not very skillfully, so that he could look more decent.

He worked tirelessly and patiently with the human nestled in his arms, seemingly not minding the slow death of the other.

Surrounded by the strong smell of blood, the Ouroboros ring on the opponent's ring finger looked increasingly dim.

"Take a good rest."

Soon, their accounts can be settled slowly one by one.

Wu Zhu lowered his eyes, casually combing the hair of the young man in his arms, enjoying the death of the other party, while recalling the debts owed by the other party in his heart.

The lie and escape of the first meeting, the temptation and betrayal of the second meeting, the hypocrisy and allegiance of the third meeting...

By the way, there are also strange memories in those fragments.

The most important backstab and captivity naturally cannot be forgotten.

Recalling the unprecedented destructive pain caused by the other party sending the blade into his body, Wu Zhu felt that the cold blood all over his body seemed to be slowly burning, anger, excitement, rare emotions Rush through his veins, the heat of desire tightening his throat.

He really doesn't quite understand his changes, and he doesn't know what he really wants...

But that's okay, they have plenty of time.

Wu Zhu lowered his head and kissed the top of Wen Jianyan's hair:

"You are mine."

Wen Jianyan seemed to be irritated by this sentence.

Suddenly, the human who had not resisted just now, and only nestled in his arms obediently raised his head. The Ouroboros, whose ring finger was still dim just now, had already drank the blood at some point, and became cold and bright again like a flash of light. , the next second, with the sound of jingling, the chains emerged from the metal ring, and a powerful force seemed to erupt from the human's frail body. He yanked and forced the other party to bow his head.

Wu Zhu didn't expect this, his golden eyes shrank, and he stared at the other party in astonishment.

He didn't expect that at the moment when Ouroboros had no restraint, Wen Jianyan could use blood to forcibly activate it by consuming his own vitality. lock him up.

Wen Jianyan grabbed the chain and stared at him fiercely:

"give me back."

Wu Zhu: "What?"

Wen Jianyan: "...my water!"

The cold brass sharp blade appeared in the young man's palm at some point, and was pressed hard against Wu Zhu's throat, cutting out a thin, golden line of blood.

Wu Zhu raised his head, letting the opponent's trembling blade press against his throat.

He looked at the other party's ugly cheeks due to blood loss, eyes blurred by tears, red eyelids, trembling and panting pale lips, showing a strange look.

"What if I don't?"

Wu Zhu tightened the hand on the opponent's waist, letting him lean into his arms.

With a flick of the blade, the inset deepened.

Golden-yellow, scalding blood gushes out from the wound and drips down quickly.

The dark room smelled of blood and death, and the air was filled with a tingling silence.

The dying human and the monster that was about to escape from his control looked at each other.

"You know you have no advantage, don't you?"

Wu Zhu looked at him like a wild animal examining its prey, or like a child seeing a new toy. He didn't quite understand what the other party was doing, but he was full of interest in it, with a strange and inhuman nature cruelty.

Wen Jianyan is a smart man.

He should be clear that he is at an absolute disadvantage during this period of time.

During the safe time, his talent could not be used, and he lost the only way to confront Wu Zhu head-on. Fortunately in misfortune, although the props can work, but in his current state, even if he is holding a sharp blade that can kill gods, he is still limited by the threat he can cause due to his almost zero San value and HP. This is not what it used to be.

To make matters worse, the water was not in Wu Zhu's hands, but was "put away" by him.

Therefore, even if Wen Jianyan succeeds in killing Wu Zhu again, there is a high probability that the item will be permanently lost.

or

Can use what he is best at.

Find a way, find an excuse, make up a lie.

He is a liar with a smooth tongue, and has always been the best at using sweet words to confuse others and save himself from crises.

He's done it many times and wouldn't mind doing it more in the future.

It doesn't matter even if he has been tricked by him before, he is a master of escape who is well versed in the art of language, if he presents a performance and pours a few doses of drugs, there will always be someone who will step on the whole set one after another.

However, looking at Wu Zhu's face close at hand, Wen Jianyan was startled for the first time.

Unknowingly... I seem to have exposed too much in front of the other party.

He is a reliable teammate and a cunning enemy. He pretends to be sympathetic in front of the audience and bluffs in front of his opponents. He is a mystery with many faces and no qualitative fog. Different, selectively wear different masks.

However, in front of this monster who is not even considered human, he tore off his mask layer by layer, exposing his true side.

His cruelty, his arrogance, and his lust.

so what? Think quickly.

There's always another lie to come up with.

Just put on the next mask

I don't know if it's because the san value is too low, the consumption is too high, and he is on the verge of death, Wen Jianyan feels exhausted.

so troublesome.

This time, Wen Jianyan suddenly didn't feel like lying.

He didn't hide it, and said straight to the point:

"Let's make a bet."

Wu Zhu: "A bet?"

Just from his expression, it is impossible to tell whether he is interested in this bet.

He even seemed uninterested: "Sounds familiar."

If I remember correctly, he was deceived by a similar method a long time ago.

"Shut up."

Wen Jian said.

Wu Zhu paused and looked up at him.

The young man's face was pale, his eyes were immersed in the darkness, his voice was very low, so weak that it was almost breathless.

"You escaped from ouroboros' restraints, even from my eyes - well done, I admit.

So this is the first and only time I've decided to open up and talk about this with you...but there won't be a second time so you better listen and I won't repeat it a second time . "

"Let's make a bet."

Wen Jianyan bent down, and the two almost exchanged breaths:

"Just bet, as a human being, I can use my own means to destroy the entire nightmare."

"I know you and Nightmare are at odds. You will fight **** for tat. You will have a long and endless struggle. Maybe you will win in the end, but who knows... After all, time has no meaning to you, but I am different. I am a superficial human being. I don't want to wait, I don't want to wait decades, hundreds of years, I want to see it pay the price for everything, collapse and perish, and turn into pieces."

Wen Jianyan restrained her voice, forcing herself not to pause or tremble.

He stared at each other without blinking, and spoke clearly. In those light-colored, dying eyes, there was a fire of ambition that belonged to human beings, arrogant and unruly:

"So, I will dismantle it bit by bit with my own hands, destroy it, and there will be no dregs left."

"You might be able to save hundreds of years of effort... Whatever, ghosts don't care."

Wen Jianyan said indifferently.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, his breathing was slightly rapid, and he was staring at the other party with his eyes.

"But it's always good for you, so I need you to stop **** holding me back and causing trouble like this time and countless times before."

This time, the lying liar was terribly honest. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was rude, even unceremoniously showing his indifference and malice, hardly like a man trying to make a bet to survive. people.

Wu Zhu stared at him without saying a word.

he meant it.

This human being really thinks so.

Mingming has already realized that there is a hostile relationship between you and Nightmare, and no one knows it better than him. As long as you hand over all this to him, an inhuman, alien, and incomplete evil **** without memory, he wants to Everything will come true.

Although the time may be a little longer, it is no more than a hundred years at most.

As long as he is with him, Wen Jianyan will not die, but will live forever. For human beings with finite life spans, this is an irresistible temptation.

However, he made such a choice.

To deal with the behemoths occupying the virtual world and the real world alone, even surpassing the entity and the dimension, for this reason, he even did not hesitate to make a deal with an existence like him and make a bet.

for what?

"If I win, you let me go, and our old accounts will be written off."

"If I lose."

He paused and said in a calm tone:

"Soul, body, whatever, it's all yours, you can have it for as long as you want, and you can do whatever you want, revenge or sex, it's up to you."

Wen Jianyan stared at the golden eyes of the other party who were close at hand, and the distance between the tip of their noses was almost within a hair's breadth of meeting.

He slowly spit out two words:

"Gambling?"

Wu Zhu didn't respond to him immediately.

He stared at the young man in front of him, as if he was looking at a strange species he had seen for the first time.

"What if I still disagree?"

A few seconds later, Wu Zhu spoke again, the expression on his face was unpredictable, and the emotion in his voice was also the same.

"...it doesn't matter."

Wen Jianyan moved closer, their foreheads almost touching each other.

I don't know if it was because of his ruthlessness, the chains locked around Wu Zhu's neck became more solid, heavy and taut, shining with a metal-like cold texture.

The human youth's breathing was unsteady, he gritted his teeth, the terrible desire to survive burned in his eyes, and said with a vicious ferocity, "Even if I cut your throat, I will live by drinking your blood, understand ?"

I don't bother to use any honorifics or titles anymore, I don't bother to cover up any more, I don't even pretend to be harmless, pretending to be docile, only the bare//naked straightforwardness and sharpness remain.

At that moment, Wu Zhu's eyes seemed to light up.

He showed a slight smile: "Really."

The short burst of energy just now was slowly draining from his body, Wen Jianyan felt countless shadows appearing in front of his eyes again, and the area he could see was also covered by large shadows.

He felt dizzy, as if the whole world was shaking, and he could only do his best to maintain his current posture.

The fingers holding the knife also started to get cold, and everything felt distant, as if he had exhausted all his abilities just by holding the knife handle tightly.

The chain extending from the ring gradually became dim, and even began to flicker slightly, as if it would disappear in the next second.

"All right."

Wu Zhu said.

"..." Wen Jianyan stared at him.

What?

...He didn't think how clever his negotiating skills were just now.

If it was a time when his san was not too low, Wen Jianyan would have scoffed at seeing someone showing such an attitude in a dying situation, thinking that person might be crazy.

Of course, according to his current san value, it is estimated that he is not far from crazy.

Wu Zhu moved closer and repeated: "I said, okay."

Wen Jianyan silently stared at the man in front of him, the man's overly talkative attitude made him feel a little unreal.

Wu Zhu didn't seem to care about Wen Jianyan's unenthusiastic reaction.

He raised his hand to rub the wound on his neck, and as his fingers passed by, the golden blood-seeking gap disappeared, replaced by ice-cold, white, flawless skin like marble.

Wu Zhu turned his neck, then raised his hand.

In the next second, invisible tentacles wrapped around his fingers in the darkness, and after the darkness disappeared, only a basic mineral water bottle appeared in his palm.

Wu Zhu: "The bet is established."

Wen Jianyan looked at him firmly, then quickly stretched out his hand to take back what belonged to him from his hand.

Wu Zhu looked at the other party's unceremonious actions with tolerance, and did not stop him.

Wen Jianyan quickly unscrewed the bottle cap, poured the remaining water into his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled tremblingly, and quickly drank the last bit of mineral water.

In the upper right corner, the numbers slowly climb.

From a dangerous 3 points, it rose back to 9 points a little bit.

Although it is still below the danger line, at least this bad state where all the values are continuously falling has been stopped.

Wen Jianyan slowed down, took out the capsule that Hugo gave him before from his pocket, and was about to eat another one, but was suddenly caught by Wu Zhu and threw it back.

The capsule disappeared into the darkness without landing, as if it was swept away by something.

"?!" Wen Jianyan was startled, and raised her voice, "What are you doing?"

Even when Wen Jianyan pointed a knife at him just now, Wu Zhu didn't look so unhappy.

"Bad stuff."

Wu Zhu frowned and commented expressionlessly.

I don't know if they are evaluating this thing or the person who gave this thing to Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan: "?"

The next second, the palm that had been resting on his lower back just now exerted force, and the human youth, whose body was still weak, fell into the opponent's arms uncontrollably. Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously reached out to touch the opponent's shoulder, But Wu Zhu caught him first.

"do not move."

Soon, the cold lips and tongue fell on the side of the neck, and under the wet licking, it brought a piercing pain and an itching like flesh growth.

"You-uh!"

The rest of the voice was stuck in the throat, and only a short breath came out.

The whole process was quick, almost over in the blink of an eye.

Soon, Wu Zhu raised his head, he licked the blood from his lips, and said:

"alright."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand subconsciously and pressed her neck.

The original wound has been completely healed, not only is it no longer bleeding, even the lost flesh has grown back intact.

cured?

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

In such a dungeon with fixed rules, the wound that could only be healed by using the props provided by the dungeon disappeared so easily?

This is too...

Wu Zhu seemed to be in a better mood.

"It's better, isn't it?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Wu Zhu raised his voice: "Isn't it?"

Wen Jianyan: "...Yes."

"So, you won't need that kind of inferior stuff in the future." Wu Zhu said.

Including the people who gave things, it is best to disappear along with them.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

So you are not going to return the things to me, are you?

However, Wen Jianyan is not ready to entangle this issue anymore, he has already wasted too much time here, although no npc here will come out to attack him in the next six hours, but this does not mean that It means that the administrative building is a place to stay for a long time.

He supported the table beside him, and got up from Wu Zhu's arms. Although he staggered a bit, he still stood firm.

Wu Zhu watched his every move.

It's hard to see if he's actually regretting that his plans fell through.

Wen Jianyan staggered towards the door, but before she was about to go out, she was suddenly stopped by Wu Zhu: "Wait a minute."

Every nerve in Wen Jianyan's body tensed up.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned his head, trying to maintain a calm posture: "What's wrong?"

"Did you find nothing?"

Wu Zhu stood up at some point, the shirt on his side shoulders was already wet with blood, his cold and handsome face was hidden in the darkness, his golden eyes stared at him unblinkingly, with a strange and sinister look.

Wen Jianyan has raised his vigilance to 120 points, and is ready to deal with any terrible behavior of the other party.

He repeated calmly:

"...found what?"

Wu Zhu didn't speak.

Wen Jianyan chose his words carefully: "You are no longer bound by ouroboros, and I will not pose any threats to you again. I know that the past grievances will not be wiped out, but I will not break the bet

After all, you know how to find me anytime. "

Wu Zhu still didn't speak.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and asked patiently, "Can I go?"

Wu Zhu: "..."

After a few seconds, he let out a low "huh".

Wen Jianyan took a steady look at him, and after making sure that he would not make any more messes, she finally turned around and walked out of the classroom step by step.

Standing in the middle of the classroom, Wu Zhu looked down at the carefully selected human attire on his body, looking a little disappointed.

Didn't notice?