Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 230

Inside the shop.

"!"

Without warning, Mu Sen's pupils shrank, he lowered his head subconsciously, and looked at his hand.

Under the dim yellow oil lamp, above the little finger, the thin red silk thread that no one can see is taut, trembling violently, and it reflects the intermittent luster, as if being dragged by some invisible force, as if the next second Torn apart, torn apart.

The little finger trembled violently, and bright red marks were strangled on the pale skin, and it was gradually deepening.

? ? ?

What? ? ?

A horrified look flashed across Mu Sen's eyes, and he could hardly believe his own eyes.

Even when he failed the last time, he had never seen such a situation - not just the power dissipating, the thin line disintegrating, and there seemed to be some more terrifying power beyond that, which seemed to be able to affect in turn. himself!

Mu Sen turned his head sharply and looked at the girl not far away in surprise.

The other party was still in a coma, with his head lowered, leaning motionless in front of the counter, looking slender and fragile, without any ability to fight back.

Why is this happening? !

At the same time, in the illusory space between reality and dream.

"..."

Wu Zhu's movements paused slightly, his pale fingertips pinched the terrifyingly writhing worm, and there was only an inch away from completely crushing it.

He turned his head and looked at Wen Jianyan, who was leaning against the counter:

"why?"

"Trust me, I keep it for a reason!"

Wen Jianyan supported the counter and stood up.

His speech was very fast, and when he was speaking, he still stared at Wu Zhu's movements, for fear that the other party would accidentally crush it to death, "Everything I do is for the purpose of successfully ascending the fifth floor and completing the Your mission, everything is just a stopgap!"

Wu Zhu lowered his eyes, and the lustre of the candle flame jumped in his golden eyes: "So, you know its purpose, right?"

Wen Jianyan's breath suffocated slightly.

He realized the danger lurking behind this question, but, with the arrow on the line, Wen Jianyan could only follow along, and he had to bite the bullet and admit, "Yes."

Wu Zhu stood there and didn't move, twirling the fragile spider casually, and asked in a calm tone, "Then what are you going to do with it later, eh?"

coming.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

The answer is of course: use the Nightmare Live Room to solve it.

However, this is something that Wen Jianyan must not tell Wu Zhu. If the other party finds out about this, then the transaction between him and Nightmare will be exposed, and his dangerous game of double spy will be a complete failure. , the cooperative relationship between them is already in jeopardy, especially under the premise that Wen Jianyan is still a two-faced person.

As for those desires that have not been clearly controlled by the other party for the time being, they are all too primitive and barbaric. Sex and appetite are firmly bound. They are neither warm nor pure. On the contrary, due to the evil nature of the subject, they appear extremely dark and full of strong The violent nature of his, once it is really catalyzed and stimulated by some kind of evil desire, so that the other party "recognizes" the way of satisfaction, then the evil consequences he planted before will inevitably erupt in a terrifying way that exceeds the ability of human beings.

Wen Jianyan wasn't sure if she could afford the price.

Compared to that...death would even be a better choice.

Taking advantage of the cognitive gap between the two sides, Wen Jianyan just managed to deceive some false "equality". However, such equality is based on a fragile and unbalanced power relationship. This extremely unstable relationship can be broken almost at any time. .

It's like under the thin and fragile ice layer, the hot magma that is enough to swallow him up is tumbling below.

It has to be said that although Wu Zhu's cognition in some aspects is extremely poor and shallow, he has a beast-like intuition on some very critical issues.

Wu Zhu and Nightmare, although they are opposites, are equally terrifying. If he wants to play with two behemoths at the same time, he will probably have to be more careful in the future.

In just a few short moments, Wen Jianyan adjusted his suddenly disordered heartbeat.

He raised his eyes, looked at the other party, and analyzed clearly:

"The difficulty of each floor has increased too much. Just to the second floor, the dangerous difficulty has increased to an unimaginable level. Although my former teammates barely survived a few waves of attacks, they did not die with a bit of luck. But the power in the team is basically on the verge of being exhausted, and being stuck with them in the third floor, my success rate will be very low."

He said in a very calm, almost cruel tone.

"Using the ability of this anchor, I can temporarily gain the trust of the other party. Using this, I can survive the third floor."

That is to say, Wen Jianyan is going to temporarily join the Tangerine Candy Squad as the cannon fodder he uses on the third floor.

"Aren't you worried about turning back into their tool?"

Wu Zhu stood where he was, watching Wen Jianyan.

The oil lamp was burning, and the weak light illuminated his overly perfect human skin. It was easy for people to forget what a strange existence was hidden under this seemingly peaceful face.

"They are reluctant." Wen Jianyan smiled.

When he said this, his attitude was so easy that it was almost arrogant, his eyebrows were calm, and there was a deep seductive meaning, "My value is very high, it is too wasteful to be cannon fodder, they will soon understand this. ."

In an instant, Wu Zhu's eyes moved, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, and he continued to ask:

"Aren't you afraid of accidents?"

"Of course I'm afraid."

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan admitted it unabashedly.

He took another step forward and unknowingly approached Wu Zhu.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes, her pale lips raised, revealing a slight smile:

"But aren't you still here?"

"As long as you pass the third floor, and between the fifth floor, there is only the last floor left, and the goal is right in front of you... I believe that at that time, you will not completely let go of me, right?"

The young man smiled, both his eyes and his posture showed a little sweetness and softness.

The light-colored eyeballs showed a clear texture under the light, like a slowly melting hard candy, warm, intimate, and sticky.

"...We are partners."

*

Inside the shop.

Mu Sen was startled and looked down at his fingers.

I don't know when I left, the pain that was gradually increasing gradually eased, the red marks stretched out by the thin thread dissipated, and the thin thread that was about to fall apart gradually became solid again, and everything seemed to be in place. Back to normal.

He cast a startled glance at Wen Jianyan, who was sitting on the ground.

The other party sat on the spot with his head lowered, as if he didn't know anything about it.

Why did he gradually regain control?

what just happened?

Mu Sen frowned, feeling that he couldn't understand everything before.

"Hey, Mu Sen, what are you still doing?"

Not far away came the shout of Tangerine Candy.

He was startled, turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice came, and saw that the other party was staring at him impatiently, and raised his finger to the old-fashioned clock above his head: "Don't you look at the time?"

The moment the first team entered the shop and lit the fuel lights, the fifteen-minute countdown began.

The countdown is over and darkness is coming. If there are still teams that have not entered this layer by then, they will be eliminated, and at that time, this layer will also attract a new round of challenges.

On the dial, the minute hand moves at a slow speed, surely moving in the direction of 12, which means that the night comes within a minute and the "customer" is about to come to the door.

"Captain, what should she do then?"

One of the team members looked down at Wen Jianyan, who was sitting in front of the counter, and asked.

Tangerine Candy turned to look at Mu Sen:

"So, is your certification over? Is she the seer?"

Mu Sen, who had just boasted that "it will be fine right away", shook his head slowly, showing a look of shame: "It's a pity, not yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tangerine Candy seemed to lose interest:

"Okay, let me know when you have the results."

She waved her hand to signal him to shut up, and then raised her chin towards her teammates:

"Carry it into the counter."

The little girl looked at Wen Jianyan who was sleeping in front of her with a smile: "Such a beautiful big sister, whether she is a prophet or not, can't die so quickly."

Mu Sen knew that he was wrong and closed his mouth firmly.

Soon, darkness falls.

The boundless shadow shrouded everything outside the glass door, as if entering the next world, no light could penetrate it, only the oil lamps in the store swayed slightly, barely illuminating the store in front of them.

but……

Unlike the first and second floors, the store on the third floor has no shelves.

Instead, it presents an even more bizarre picture.

There are scarlet wooden tables and chairs in the huge shop, and the walls are covered with hanging pictures. The picture frames and scrolls are the same texture as the furniture, exuding a strong ominous signal.

Every painting is a portrait.

*

Wu Zhu lowered his eyes, the jumping candlelight illuminated his profile, his fingertips still pinched the struggling spider, and he didn't know how much he had just listened to Wen Jianyan's rhetoric.

The waiting time was quiet and long. Although Wen Jianyan's expression did not change, he was still a little confused.

Finally, Wu Zhu spoke.

"As you please," he said.

Wu Zhu let go of his hand, his pale and slender fingers were slightly closed, and he put the tortured dying spider on the counter. Although he was out of the control of the terrifying aura, the spider remained motionless and shivered. Shrinking in place, did not dare to escape at will.

Wen Jianyan blinked and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

It seemed that Wu Zhu finally accepted his explanation.

And, I don't know if it's an illusion... The other party's mood seems to have subtly improved?

Wu Zhu leaned over slightly, those dazzling golden eyes were like a calm lake, but also like a bottomless abyss, clearly reflecting the face of the young man in front of him, he raised his hand and gently pressed the opponent's side neck .

His fingers were extremely cold, touching the warm and soft human skin, causing a slight tremor.

The young man seemed to want to retreat, but he was abruptly held back at the edge of his action, and he was obediently held in his palm.

Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked at Wu Zhu with the help of the opponent's strength.

The fingertips rubbed the joint between the neck and the lower jaw, feeling the beating and flowing of the blood under the soft skin, Wu Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his lips, and revealed a smile similar to that of pleasure, with sharp white teeth in the Opening and closing room display:

"You know how to call me."

And, next time, he'll take a small fee.

"I am looking forward."

Wu Zhu whispered.