Chapter 229

"!"

In an instant, the girl's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the amber eyes, the huge spider that suddenly rushed was reflected, and the already pale face suddenly lost blood. He opened his mouth, but there was only a thin hoarse gasp in his throat. The next second, All voices are cut off deep in the throat.

The blood-red tentacles sank deep into the back of the snow-white neck, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Like a puppet whose strings have been cut, the girl hangs her head, and her limbs lose strength.

Loose and soft hair hangs down, covering half of her face, only revealing the thin chin and pale lips, and the incapacitated body is like a snow-white and soft ribbon, fluttering towards her. After falling, it appears fragile and brittle.

One of the team members standing behind him quickly supported him—

Then he was almost crushed and staggered.

Team member: "?"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Unexpectedly, the one you caught was actually my 1.8 meter hunk!"

"..."

The team member stabilized his figure, lowered his head, and was surprised to find that the soft and slender girl in his arms, who looked light and light, but was as heavy as a block of iron, seemed suspicious.

At the same time, Orange Tang's expression remained unchanged, with a slight smile on his face, he turned to look at Mu Sen who was not far away:

"Musen, what are you doing?"

"Are you not trusting your props, or are you not trusting me?"

Tangerine Tang tilted her head and asked with a smile.

In an instant, there was a dead silence in the dark shop.

Anyone who is familiar with Tangerine Candy knows that the captain's seemingly calm appearance is actually the prelude to the storm.

"No no... I don't trust your ability."

Mu Sen coughed twice, his already pale and gray face became even uglier at this moment.

I was dazzled by anger just now, and I almost forgot that the captain I was working with this time, can handle things well. Although he is strong, his emotions are not stable, and he often does not act according to reason. Now inside the dungeon, there are crises everywhere. Whether he can survive depends on the little ancestor's thoughts, so he is more cautious in his words and deeds, so as not to touch the opponent's minefield.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his fear, disgust and impatience towards orange candy, and explained in a very respectful language:

"The Lord is, I met this person on the second floor, didn't I? I think that the person on the opposite side is a prophet, and he shouldn't have approached me so easily with his real body on the second floor. In addition, The one just now wasn’t my prop, so I have doubts... so I can only rely on this method to confirm it.”

"Oh, that's how it is…"

Tangerine Candy draws his tone slightly, unable to hear whether he accepts this explanation.

She looked at Mu Sen, with an almost genuine curiosity on her face:

"This way? Tell me carefully?"

Mu Sen was slightly startled.

He turned his head and looked around, and suddenly realized that under the influence of his emotions, he seemed to have exposed a lot of his hole cards.

but…

He calmed down quickly.

Even if he saw it, even if he put all the facts in front of these people, it was impossible for him to understand the reason.

Although he is reluctant, Musen can still avoid the other party in order to stabilize the other party, and reveal a little bit of his secret to Orange Candy to seek more long-term benefits: "I once fought with this prophet. I remember the smell of blood on his body."

He stopped there and stopped explaining:

"Trust me, the results should be out soon."

Fortunately, Tangerine Candy just shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"Okay, just wait."

Mu Sen let go without a trace.

Although the captain was moody and difficult to deal with, he was still a child after all, and he seized this opportunity to continue asking questions.

After finally stabilizing Tangerine Candy, Mu Sen turned his head and looked in Wen Jianyan's direction.

The other party was helped to sit down, leaning on the counter at the door, barely fell down, with his head drooping, his fine hair hanging down, the shadow covered most of his face, and the dim light of the oil lamp danced slightly, covering his body.

It seems that he is still in a coma.

"..."

Mu Sen frowned, although his face remained calm, a trace of doubt gradually emerged in his heart.

This... will take a long time.

In the explanation of Orange Candy just now, although he did not disclose the real key information, he did not lie.

He can indeed use the breath of blood to recognize whether the other party is the prophet who once confronted him briefly and then escaped successfully. Generally speaking, after such a long time, he should have been able to draw a conclusion, but...

Mu Sen lowered his head, his eyes fell on his little finger.

There, a looming, blood-red silk thread was entwined, and no one except himself could see it. The silk thread that should have been trembling slightly was silent at this moment, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no reaction at all.

strangeness…

This kind of reaction shouldn't be.

Mu Sen frowned even tighter.

at the same time.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and hid most of his face in deep shadows.

As early as in the dungeon of [Ping An Nursing Home], he and Su Chengcheng had used each other's tricks, and without any precautions, they were almost tricked into being overturned. Therefore, before entering this dungeon, Wen Jianyan had passed Various channels have carefully investigated this mysterious "manipulator".

It's a pity that, perhaps because the oracle's protection is too perfect, even Wen Jianyan, who is as good at dancing and has a superb level of routine, can rarely find very detailed information from it—or in other words, the oracle The relevant information seems to have been deliberately blocked. All the teams that have cooperated with him are either silent or know nothing about it. Wen Jianyan can only collect some relatively superficial and fragmentary information. information.

Although he made some vague guesses based on this, but due to any evidence, the guesses can only stay at the stage of ideas.

The reason why Wen Jianyan used the appearance to enter the dungeon was precisely for this reason.

If he personally followed Su Cheng into it, with the oracle's prudence and mysticism, there is a high probability that he would give up directly and choose to wait for the next opportunity. However, he might replace the members who started, and choose one who is not as convenient as Mu Sen. , but he is even more unfamiliar with the opponent.

This is what Wen Jianyan is most worried about.

Therefore, he will spend this capital.

Not only spend a lot of points to buy the appearance that can enter the dungeon, but also deliberately create a track that can be tracked before entering the dungeon, and then pay a certain amount of points to buy the appearance that you use most for Ji Guan, and reimburse Ji Guan After he entered the dungeon, he spent all the money in the anchor hall to make the illusion that he did not enter the dungeon.

Only in this way can the vigilance of the oracle be reduced.

Coupled with Su Cheng's title of "the most powerful prophet", and his guild's stealthy actions - Wen Jianyan is very good at controlling this speed, neither too blatantly arousing suspicion, nor completely low-key to the oracle There is no way to check.

In this way, several measures have been taken together to contribute to the current situation.

Even so, Wen Jianyan was prepared that the opponent might stand still, and he would need at least a few dungeons to transfer to Big Fish.

Fortunately, in this respect, his luck is not bad at all, and the oracle is obviously so cautious that he is worried... In other words, if he stays on the throne for a long time, sooner or later he will be blinded by the illusion of smooth sailing Well, the oracle couldn't have imagined that this little rookie anchor, who was just emerging, would get the same qualification as him to negotiate the price with Nightmare in such a short period of time.

Even because of this, he has the privilege of being immune to control, otherwise, Wen Jianyan would not have taken the risk of taking the role of a prophet and entering this team on the premise of knowing the opponent's ability, and letting the opponent put the bugs that can exert control into the team. own body.

This may also be thanks to Wu Zhu's bug.

but…

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, and beads of sweat slowly ooze from his forehead.

In order not to startle the snake, the other party's endowment is still "effective" for him, but he can take over the control of the body at any time.

But now... the situation is a little bit different from what I imagined.

He was supposed to be unconscious, but he was completely unconscious. The voices of the people around him could still be heard clearly, but his body couldn't move.

Kind of like... a lucid dream from which you can't wake up.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

Suddenly he found himself moving.

The body regained the ability to move, and the thin eyelids moved slightly, opening a narrow gap. The huge shop was pitch black, and the only oil lamp was on, barely illuminating a small area in front of it. It was a dark silence.

Wen Jianyan was stunned and opened his eyes completely.

He realized that in the shop in front of him, he was the only one left for some time, whether it was Mu Sen or the orange candy team, they had all disappeared.

A strong sense of familiarity struck, and Wen Jianyan felt a strange ominous feeling in his heart.

wait a minute...

"What's this?"

A deep voice sounded from the side.

"?!"

Wen Jianyan shrank his pupils, turned his head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the voice.

Wu Zhu stood in front of the counter, the faintly lit yellow light fell on his face and sank into his golden eyes. He lowered his head, frowned slightly, and pinched a spider with his index finger and thumb.

The eight pointed and thin legs struggled vigorously in the air. Although they couldn't make a sound, there was a strong panic in their movements. Although they wanted to escape, they couldn't get rid of the iron hoop-like shackles.

"It's ugly."

He commented calmly.

In the next second, the fingertips were slightly closed, and the spider's figure suddenly twisted.

"Wait!" Wen Jianyan gasped and shouted, "Don't pinch to death!!"

Although in a sense, Wu Zhu is indeed "helping", but...

You don't add "chaos" at this time, okay! !

It was hard for him to get in! !

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