Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 194

The darkness became more intense.

Sticky shadows entwined each other like tree roots deep into a crimson ocean.

"Yes, I called you."

Wen Jianyan came back to her senses and answered calmly.

"..." Wu Zhu turned his head, and his eyes with no emotion fell on the human in front of him.

"Isn't that why you chose me?"

Wen Jianyan looked at the other party without hesitation, her eyes were clear, and her expression was almost sincere, "I'll find the fragments for you and help you regain your strength."

Wu Zhu is an incomplete god. He was divided, sealed, suppressed, and used. Obviously, since the first fragment was awakened, his purpose was to restore his strength and put himself back together.

The "God" who was about to be successfully cultivated in front of him was obviously beyond the expectations of the other party.

The cause of everything is just a little mistake before the end of the last dungeon.

The witch candle fragments imprisoned in the [Fantasy Amusement Park] are not complete at all, they are primitive and full of biological souls. Under this premise, Wen Jianyan, who is carrying the Ouroboros prop, has some kind of relationship with the other party. A degree of intimacy—the entanglement and embrace of shadows, the exchange and licking of blood.

In the process, the Ouroboros Item snatched a small portion of the Soul Fragment.

Even Wu Zhu didn't notice it.

After all, he himself was already too broken, and he couldn't even notice if the part that was filled back into his body was missing a small part.

And this piece of too small, too unconscious, was taken by Wen Jianyan to this copy that was originally used for [Creation of Gods], so he began to feast on it.

Assimilate, devour, fuse.

In the end, under the catalysis of the entire copy rule, it was logically cultivated into a complete form.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the task bar beside him.

"Task 1: Complete the [Ping An Sanatorium] Incubating God Project Rewards: ???"

[Completion: 92%]

The degree of completion has increased again.

"If you can, I hope you can wait a little longer," he thought for a while, and suggested, "Now that the progress has just reached 92%, it's better to wait until the 99%, and then it will not be too late for you to merge with your fragments."

"The purpose of this dungeon is to create a god. Using the power provided by the rules to follow the trend, the benefits will far exceed the most original plan."

Wen Jianyan glanced at Wu Zhu and added:

"This is also feasible when the progress bar reaches 100%, but, after all, I don't know how far this dungeon rule can achieve, whether it can cultivate your consciousness again, so I recommend stuck at 99%. Fusion...it's not about questioning your authority, it's just a matter of insurance."

At this moment, with the appearance of Wu Zhu and the increasing progress of the God-creation plan, the level of interference in the live broadcast room has become deeper.

The dense snowflakes filled the screen, and it was almost impossible to see the anchor in the live broadcast room, and his voice became intermittent, almost indistinguishable.

"Help, why is the optimization of the live broadcast room so bad now!"

"I can't see what happened at all!"

"It's really annoying, I'm already complaining."

Wen Jianyan stared at the task bar, waiting for the completion level to increase.

97%...98%...99%

At the moment when the number reached the expected critical value, he raised his eyes: "It is now."

No hesitation, no procrastination, no scheming.

He did not repeat the old tricks, leading the birth of a new god, and let them criticize each other like last time.

Just like a true, devout and faithful believer, none of Wen Jianyan's suggestions and actions were not for Wu Zhu.

Practical, sensible, and well-founded.

As long as he is willing, he will be the most perfect teammate and subordinate, making every decision for the master, thinking about every step, and completing every task.

During the whole process, Wu Zhu kept staring at him, the dark golden eyes glowing with inorganic luster, and there was no emotion on the cold and pale face like a stone carving.

He didn't respond whether he agreed with Wen Jianyan's plan, or even spit out a word.

However, just the second after Wen Jianyan's voice fell, a shadow came.

The darkness was controlled, and from behind the witch candle, overwhelmingly pressed towards the egg that was about to take shape in the distance—!

Devour and fusion begins.

What happened in that instant was far beyond any human system that could comprehend it.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes were pitch black, and he suddenly had the illusion that he had fallen into the drum of a giant washing machine.

A strong sense of weightlessness and loss of strength came, like an endless fall, and all the internal organs were oppressed, as if they were about to be squeezed out of his throat.

Time and space were all torn apart and fell shattered.

Wen Jianyan's whole person seems to be caught in the gap between dimensions, as if he has been wandering in the cold and boundless darkness for hundreds of centuries, and it seems that he has only experienced a short moment——

It's over.

Wen Jianyan was panting violently, his face was frighteningly pale, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously. Even so, the first second he came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand and opened his live broadcast interface.

It was a cold, silent blue.

There are only four words on it.

【Signal missing】

very good.

Wen Jianyan raised the corners of her bloodless lips, revealing a satisfied smile.

He was right.

Wu Zhu itself has an extremely intuitive impact on Nightmare's live broadcast system, and this time, it is equivalent to hatching a "Witch Candle" again. Although the progress bar has only reached 99%, after adding Wu Zhu. The existence of the candle body is enough to disconnect Nightmare's system once.

Wen Jianyan turned off the live broadcast interface and looked up not far away.

There, dark shadows gathered together.

Pseudo-gods are present in it.

And the half-finished product previously conceived disappears - the conscious one swallows the unconscious, and the two become one.

Wen Jianyan could feel that the heat on his hip bone was rising, and the branded lines were about to move, as if celebrating the master's victory.

The witch candle stood in the middle of the darkness.

He lowered his eyes.

This time, his followers didn't lie.

After merging with the soul cultivated using the dungeon rules, he even had a long-lost sense of integrity - at that moment, the broken and missing body was filled with a large piece, and he felt stronger than ever before, with a sense of power filling his body.

However, this time the memory is too complicated, and it takes longer to integrate.

"How do you feel?"

Not far away, there is the sound of human exploration.

Wu Zhu raised his eyes and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

The next second, the young man's figure came into view.

The short and broken picture swept across my eyes, and before I could capture it, it disappeared.

?

"..."

Wu Zhu reflexively froze for a moment.

So the screen disappeared.

The rest is a young man suspended in the darkness, his face is pale, his expression is concerned and inquiring, and he does not appear embarrassed at all.

He frowned.

what is that?

Do you have this fragment of your own memory?

Wu Zhu frowned and stopped thinking.

There is no need to think about this.

He raised his hand, hooked his fingertips, and the shadow wrapped around the figure of the human youth, dragging him to his eyes.

The face of youth is close at hand.

The man lowered his eyes condescendingly, and his eyes fell on the other's face.

"well done."

"Thank you for your compliment," the young man smiled. "After all, I am your believer and bishop. This is my mission, isn't it?"

He took a deep breath:

"I know that you question my loyalty and my sincerity..."

Wen Jianyan restrained her smile, and her expression suddenly became indifferent, as if she had suddenly changed her personality:

"You are right."

Wu Zhu stared blankly at the human in front of him.

"Praise, obey, kiss, swear, obey... those are all lies, just for the sake of survival," the young man narrowed his eyes casually, and said a line of honest and cruel words that were not adulterated at all. , in the end, not even the honorific.

"Also, your branding hurts too much, Wu Zhu."

Wen Jianyan blew himself up without warning.

He mercilessly exposed his hypocrisy and fake face.

Even if more and more shadows cling to the body, icyly choking their necks, they are still addicted.

It's like opening the gate to release water, all the time.

He happily provokes the authority of the other party, and easily wipes out all the advantages he has accumulated step by step——

Just a minute.

He kicked himself from a docile obedient back to the position of the enemy.

At this moment, the other party devoured the fragments that he had been bred to almost complete, which was unprecedentedly powerful, and he cut off the connection with the live broadcast room and used up all his talents. He was simply weaker than ever before.

And all of this was done by him himself.

"..."

Daredevil humans.

Wu Zhu's gaze fell on the other's lips, and he was no longer listening.

Because he never really believed in this guy's loyalty.

The first time we met, he was fooled by lies, and the second time we met, he faced each other with a knife... Even if he was cut into pieces, his memory and consciousness were broken together, and he was incomplete from soul to godhead, but since the third time we met , his self-awareness began to gradually recover, and Wu Zhu never believed in the "obedience" and "religion" in this guy's mouth.

Ignorance does not mean stupid.

For this human being, he couldn't talk about trust, let alone betrayal and anger.

However, this does not mean that he will tolerate provocation.

When the symbolic obedience is broken, the original symbolic peace loses its meaning.

He feels hungry.

It was a pleasant hunger.

Busted with long-suffering desires, longing for satisfaction.

Since he took the initiative to tear off his false disguise, then... he should bear the possible consequences of breaking the balance.

The shadow wrapped around the young man's neck, although it was not his palm, it was still a part of him.

Wu Zhu can feel the temperature of human skin, the soft and greasy texture, the fragile throat, trembling slightly in the sound, the blood rushing under the skin, exuding heat.

Suddenly, the picture in my mind jumped out without warning.

Amber, embarrassed and angry, with watery eyes, a slender body, a red skirt with a torn hem, and stockings with pearly luster on her slender legs—

The body bounced under the pressure, and the young man who was restrained uttered sullen curses.

Those fragments were strange and eerie.

It looks like it came from another dimension, but it actually exists.

lifelike.

"?!"

Wu Zhu was stunned for a moment, and a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

what is that?

why--

In the brief confusion, the corner of his eyes involuntarily fell on the human lips.

That nasty mouth.

The truth and the lie are easily created, the words wrapped in bullets or poison.

When swearing, it will unconsciously bring a fine guttural sound, wrapped in intermittent gasps, sweet as honey.

"..."

Uncontrolled restlessness is fermenting.

Jumping inside the beast-like pure golden eyes, the shadow wrapped around the young man's neck slowly tightened, the throat bone made a rattling sound under the pressure, the other party's breathing became rapid and difficult, and the frequency of the hot blood pumping accelerated, Jumping suddenly.

bang bang.

bang bang.

Physiological blush stains the pale face.

The human frowned, opened and closed his lips, struggling to absorb the thin air, and his voice became hoarse and weak.

His eyes were still unruly, even pleasant and calm.

Wu Zhu watched, the light-colored, soft lips opened and closed, revealing snow-white teeth from time to time, as well as the moist and soft tip of the tongue lying in the dentition, the fluttering, flexible, warm soft flesh.

Morbid fanaticism is passing on.

Hunger's primal instincts are twitching.

punish him.

eat him.