Chapter Two Hundred and Fifth

In the darkness behind them, the stiff footsteps that had always been with them stopped suddenly, then turned around, and walked step by step towards the area far away from them.

"...?!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Zhang Yu, who was ready for the next round of attack, was taken aback.

"It looks like it worked."

Tangerine Tang on the side stared at the darkness, and suddenly spoke.

Only when they found the products being sold in the shop on the fourth floor, would the "customers" abandon their fixed targets and walk towards the incense burner.

"What about us now? Go back?"

Acropolis asked.

"Dang." Tangerine Tang nodded: "Let's go around in another direction."

The person deliberately circled around the store, distanced himself from the "customer"'s footsteps, so as not to attract its attention again, and walked towards the counter.

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In the distance, the dim yellow oil lamp was shining brightly, like the only lighthouse in the boundless, deep sea-like darkness.

Several people quickened their pace, rushed into the light, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Tangerine Candy raised her eyes, glanced around behind the counter, and frowned:

"Where are people?"

Although her words did not refer to anyone, everyone present knew exactly who the person mentioned in Tangerine Candy's words was.

Qi Qian shook his head with a sullen face.

too right.

You know, the location of the incense burner is not far from the counter, and the round trip time between the two places will be shorter, but in the current situation, it is the farthest from the counter, and even in order to avoid customers, the oranges in a big circle are deliberately circled. Tang and the others came back, but Wen Jianyan was still missing.

at the same time-

"Da da da."

The customer's stiff footsteps were slowly approaching, judging simply by the distance of the sound, it seemed that they would soon reach the position of the incense burner.

Everyone's nerves tensed up.

"Wait a little longer." Qi Qian stared deeply at the darkness in the distance, "If she hasn't appeared within an hour, activate the prop."

The nursery rhyme on the side nodded.

The man who activates the prop forcibly pulls it back. The last choice on their side is already available to Wonder. After all, no one knows what Wen Jianyan is doing now. If their actions interfere with what he is doing now, then , all previous efforts may be wasted, and all staff will be exhausted.

Everyone held their breath slightly, and lifted their hearts freely, staring fixedly at the darkness in front of them, silently counting seconds one by one in their hearts, waiting.

*

After Wen Jianyan's blood dripped into the incense burner, he quickly realized how dangerous his current situation was.

Blue smoke, thick with **** smell, floated up, like an invisible bond, tightly connecting him with the incense burner in front of him.

Doing so is tantamount to making yourself a sacrifice and the blood of "customers".

In the distance, in the darkness without candlestick lights, the sound of footsteps following the red light stopped suddenly, and then turned.

Even if he needed to listen carefully, Wen Jianyan knew that it was definitely coming in his direction.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he took a deep breath, suppressing the desire to turn around and run away from the bottom of his heart.

In this situation, Wen Jianyan would have some practical luck, thinking that as long as he stayed away from the area, the "customers" would eat him. In this case, this situation would definitely happen.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

First of all, there should be no doubt that "people" are commodities on the fourth floor.

In the first layer, the "customer" already has a complete body, and in the fourth layer, he enters the next stage... and eats.

On each floor, the number of customers that Bobo needs to receive will increase. When you reach the fourth floor, if you want to continue to go up, you must receive four customers.

However, if one life is sacrificed every time they are received, they need to die four people to enter the fifth floor!

If so, then the fourth floor is definitely better than a dead end.

Their current number is enough, because they have two teams, but, for other teams, if four more people die, it is almost the same as a group.

It's too simple and rude, not only violates the rules of the nightmare, but also has a strong conflict with the strict structure of the [Prosperity Building] at the beginning.

In addition, Wu Zhu sent him back to the first floor before, and asked him to go upstairs in another way, which also means that the fourth floor is not an unsolvable dead end, but there are normal solutions to it.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her hands hanging beside her were clenched into fists, and the palms were covered with greasy cold sweat.

In the faintly lit candlelight, his lips were tightly pressed together, the bruise on his lower lip hadn't dissipated, and now it was stained with the bright blood that had just oozed from his fingertips. It looked particularly shocking.

Think, think quickly!

[Changsheng Building] is a rare sub-structure based on ruthless laws. There are no NPCs, no document records, and no clear clues to point to, but it is self-contained in another weirder way, like a precision machine Like a machine that works, every phenomenon has its explanation, and every clue must have its effect.

...There must be some details that I have overlooked.

In the darkness in the distance, the sound of footsteps was approaching, hitting the ground one after another, like the death knell of death.

Wen Jianyan heard his heart beating wildly, his blood pressure soaring, and his muscles tensed subconsciously.

His eyes lowered and suddenly landed on the sacrifice in front of him.

"..."

Wen Jianyan was startled.

If it is said that human "life" is actually the real sacrifice, then the pastries, fruits, etc. on the plates are actually completely meaningless, right?

Just dripping blood into the incense burner is enough to complete the ceremony.

but…

Contrary to one point, in front of all the spiritual tablets—whether in front of the tomb or in the courtyard—there are some traditional sacrifices that seem useless in a pair, and they are all in a state of decay.

Absolutely coincidental.

That is to say...

These ordinary sacrifices may also be dedicated to a part of the ceremony.

Wen Jianyan bent down and looked closely at the sacrifice in front of him—

Because the light produced by the candle was too dim, he didn't realize until now that there seemed to be a layer of faint green smoke vaguely above the plate of offerings, and the smoke floated like the stick of burning incense. , wrapping around it soundlessly.

With Wen Jianyan's clear bond, the smoke on the sacrifice looked like an unconscious coincidence.

But Wen Jianyan knew that things were different.

It also proved his conjecture that if some sacrifices were simply used without human life, the process of enshrining would not be complete, but without it, it would lead to a near-death situation.

In an instant, like a ray of light flashed through his mind, Wen Jianyan was startled suddenly, as if he suddenly realized something.

He raised his hand, his fingers were hanging on one of the points on the plate, and his fingertips squeezed slightly—

The unhealed wound opened instantly, and the bright red blood dripped down with a "click", landing on one of the snow-white pastries.

The drop of blood was sucked up in an instant.

Almost immediately, the hazy, indiscriminate layer of blue smoke covering the plate of offerings condensed into a thin line, and the incense burner was closely connected with the plate of cakes dripping with blood.

*

The passage of time is slow, every second seems to stretch into a whole century, and it seems to be fast, half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye.

Two seconds left.

Everyone stared at the darkness in the distance, the air was dead silent, only the sound of heavy and stiff footsteps approaching step by step could be heard, the atmosphere was heavy and solid, and breathing seemed to become difficult.

"Da da da."

Judging from the sound, the "customer" should have stopped in front of the place where the incense burner was placed.

However, at this moment, there is still the last second left in one clock.

Everyone's heart sank.

At this time, Wen Jianyan has not successfully returned to the team, so... the probability of his death is already unimaginable.

"Wait," Qi Qian gritted his teeth and looked at the nursery rhyme: "Now—"

The last word has not yet been uttered, only a rush of footsteps came from the darkness in front of them, like a rabbit with its tail burned, almost in the blink of an eye, before they could react, the silver-haired girl holding the candlestick came It has already rushed to the front and crashed straight in!

She has come back!

is back alive!

The moment they saw Wen Jianyan's figure, everyone's spirits were lifted and their eyes lit up.

However, at the same time he rushed into everyone's sight, suddenly, the "customer"'s footsteps stopped without warning.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan was like a puppet whose strings were broken, his legs went limp, and he fell straight down.

"!!"

So the person was startled, showing a shocked expression.

An Xin, who was the closest, strode forward, and held Wen Jianyan's limp body before he fell to the ground—and almost fell into a somersault.

He didn't care about the other person's weight in time, and shook Wen Jianyan's cold body in shock:

"Wen Wen, Wen Wen! Are you okay?"

As soon as the other party moved, he lay face down, his slender limbs hanging limply, looking as if he was dead.

until turned over.

The girl's face was too pale, her long silver hair was soft and thick, hanging down like running water, her eyes were tightly closed, and the eyelashes of the same color drooped, she looked fragile and pitiful. .

An Xin put her finger under his nose, carefully testing it out.

Thin, weak breath fell on his fingertips, An Xin could not help but let out a long breath...

Fortunately, not dead.

*

Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that the process of his vitality being drawn out of his body was very fast and very cold. Then, his knees gave way and he fell down.

Before touching the ground, his eyes went dark and he fell into a short coma.

"...Wen Wen, Wen Wen!"

"How are you!"

An Xin's voice seemed to come from far away, and the anxiety in it was fake.

"..."

Wen Jianyan frowned, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw his naked body lying in An Xin's arms, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, it was almost as if he was dead.

"?"

This perspective was a bit strange, and Wen Jianyan was stunned for two seconds, knowing where he was right now.

Until something spread from the darkness, wrapped around his limbs, and slowly tightened.

A pale and cold hand held Wen Jianyan's waist, and her cold chest pressed against her from behind.

feeling...

Why is it so familiar.

Wen Jianyan turned her head slightly and looked to her side.

The man who should exist here has appeared behind him at this moment, very clear and without any falsehood.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Oh yes, he is in a coma now.

Wu Zhu received a lot of restrictions in the vice, almost completely unable to invade in the normal way, but he could enter his dream—just like when he was fainted by Mu Sen when he was upstairs.

Although Wu Zhu didn't mention it, Wen Jianyan guessed that it might be an additional effect of the brand on his body.

The other party appeared from the darkness behind Wen Jianyan, looked over his shoulder and looked into the distance—the eyes fell on the unconscious Wen Jianyan and An Xin who was holding him.

Under the dim light, the handsome young man hugged the beautiful and fragile girl, his expression of anxiety was beyond words. In such a critical situation, the two cuddled each other, looking extraordinarily intimate.

There was a gloomy look in those golden eyes.

"..."

Knowing why, a sense of premonition surged behind Wen Jianyan's back.

behind the counter.

"What happened to her?" Tangerine Tang frowned and asked.

An Xin shook his head: "I know."

He embraced the other party's slender shoulders, touched Wen Jianyan's cheek with his fingers, and said with a worried face:

"It's cold."

Wu Zhu's arm was retracted suddenly.

"?!"

Wen Jianyan's waist tightened, and she subconsciously sucked in a breath of cool air.

In the next second, the man behind him leaned over, his cold hair drooped down, and dripped into his neck like a snake, causing an unbearable itching, Wen Jianyan shrank his neck involuntarily, and then, in a low voice , I can hear some emotional voice ringing in my ears:

"Who is he?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Qi Qian squatted down, briefly checked Wen Jianyan's pulse and pupils, and said:

"There is nothing life-threatening at the moment."

Su Cheng also squatted down, grabbed the opponent's wrist, observed it carefully, shook his head and said, "There is no sign of decay on the body."

Orange Tang frowned: "Then why is she still awake?"

"I know," Qi Qian said, frowning, "but the customer hasn't left yet. The information she has learned is very important to us, and we must wake her up quickly."

Zhang Yu nodded solemnly: "Okay, I'll look for the system store to see if there are any props that can speed up the process."

"good."

The nursery rhyme on the side suggested:

"To increase the success rate, do you want to try artificial respiration?"

Wen Jianyan, who was standing by, said, "..."

Wu Zhu turned his head slightly, staring at the stiff side face of the young man in his arms, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his deep voice, as if he was just confused, he repeated:

"Artificial respiration?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Oh shit.

Do something now, it may be too late.

Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Wen Jianyan kept a blank face, a hand was freed from the other party's embrace, turned around, caught Wu Zhu's jaw, and before he had time to do anything, he was dragged to the ground. In front of my eyes, I kissed the other party's cold and tightly closed lips forcefully, and let out a "boo".

"..."

Next, it was Wu Zhu's turn to be stunned.

He blinked and paused expressionlessly, as if he hadn't reacted.

But in the next second, a familiar flame burst from those golden eyes.

Wen Jianyan had seen this before, and only once.

Regardless of the seriousness of those perverts in the Ping An Sanatorium, who were still in the paper sedan chair upstairs, Wu Zhu's eyes had exactly the same flame, full of desire, greed, and longing, as if everything was going to be burned up, in the cold golden The abyss of color is silently burning.

As a result, in the next second, the arms around the waist tightened suddenly, and Wu Zhu's face came closer.

Like asking for a kiss, more like hunting.

Wen Jianyan precisely covered the lower half of the opponent's face with his backhand.

Since he had done it once in the sedan chair before, his movements were proficient this time, as if flowing clouds and flowing water, without the slightest pause or lag.

"?"

Wu Zhu let Wen Jianyan cover his mouth and stared at him silently, with a little doubt in the depths of those strange eyes.

seems to understand too well...

Why did the opponent start to move, but now he let himself continue.

"Do you want to know?"

Wen Jianyan approached, raised the corners of his mouth, showed a faint and gentle smile, and said with a smile, "Just artificial respiration."

He leaned closer again, staring at the bottomless golden eyes of the other party, his voice raised slightly, his tone was full of frivolous teasing, and seemed to be provocative:

"I'm going to wake up again, and I'm afraid they will either."

The silver-haired young man sticks out the tip of his scarlet tongue, and slowly and sensationally licks the back of his hand in front of the opponent's lips. The amber eyes are slightly curved, and the ends of the eyes are drawn up like hooks. pick:

"Would you like to see it?"

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