Chapter 286

Wen Jianyan sat up from the bed with a gloomy face.

The furnishings and layout of the room in front of me are the same as before. The only difference is that the shadows in those gaps have completely disappeared, and they are filled with orange fire lights that make people feel safe. Everything has completely returned to normal. Apart from

He raised his hand and touched his throat.

"hiss."

A sharp stabbing pain hit, Wen Jianyan gasped.

His brow furrowed fiercely.

really.

Although what happened just now is like a dream, but everything that happened in that space can be truly proved on the body, it is neither reality, nor is it completely equivalent to a dream, but the dog Wu Zhu Stuff... the mouth is really merciless.

He lowered his head and checked the inside of his calf.

Since the bite was not heavy, the light red tooth marks have almost disappeared, but...

The touch of the other party's lips seemed to be still on that piece of skin, the teeth were biting very lightly, it didn't hurt, but it was strange, the coldness made the wet tip of the tongue lick provocatively, leaving an itch that could not be forgotten and ignored .

""

With a gloomy face, Wen Jianyan raised her hand and rubbed her calf vigorously, then climbed off the bed.

He habitually used one foot to reach a slipper beside the bed, but the other slipped through the air.

Just as Wen Jianyan bent down to search under the bed, she suddenly stopped.

He remembered.

My other slipper was thrown in the dream space just now.

Wen Jianyan straightened up, sat on the edge of the bed expressionlessly and sulked.

He likes those slippers very much.

Or he specially found someone to order.

As a result, not only was one lost, but it was also lost in a place that he never wanted to go back to for a second time in the near future.

"..."

Wen Jianyan felt so angry no matter what he thought about it, he punched himself on the soft pillow

...everything is not going your way!

He stepped on a slipper on one foot and walked into the bathroom.

The specially customized extra-large luxurious mirror reflected the young man's face that dripped water, and a deep blood-colored tooth mark on his Adam's apple.

The wound didn't bleed any more, but on his overly fair skin, it looked extremely abrupt, dazzling and overly warm.

What's worse, in order not to attract unnecessary attention, this wound cannot be spent on points, and it can be directly dealt with by the system.

The existence of ouroboros can passivate the succubi's surveillance, otherwise the dungeon of Ping An Sanatorium] would not be so easily polluted by the witch candle fragments in other dungeons. Wen Jianyan has already understood this point. The meeting happened in the form of a "dream", just like the previous few times, it can bypass Nightmare's surveillance and detection—so, Wen Jianyan is sure that his actions this time will not fall into Nightmare's radar range.

However, if he uses the points to repair the body, the results may not be so optimistic.

Sleeping in an empty room and waking up with an inexplicable tooth mark on my neck, no matter how tricky it sounds.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and finally managed to suppress the anger in his heart.

He took off his crumpled, blood-stained T-shirt at the neckline, and threw it into the trash can, then opened the cabinet, found the emergency kit, and dealt with his neck in front of the mirror. the wound.

...hopefully without a rabies shot or something.

Although Wen Jianyan was cursing and cursing, his movements were skillful and quick.

With three strokes, five strokes, and two strokes, the wound on the neck was healed.

After finishing, he washed off the blood remaining on his fingers, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The snow-white gauze wrapped the small piece of skin tightly, and the shape of the wound could no longer be seen from the outside, and finally it was not so strange.

Wen Jianyan touched the outer edge of the gauze, and a deep thought flashed in his eyes.

In any case, this time it was rewarding.

Although Wu Zhu's promise was too fast and too easy, but in any case, this temporary cooperation can be regarded as achieved, and he also took this opportunity to find out the real way of using Ouroboros—even if If the other party wanted to make some small moves later, he also knew how to counter it.

But the problem is...

Wu Zhu said too little about the time to maintain a clear mind.

If it lasts for three minutes at a time, how long does it take to recover?

He didn't say anything, and Wen Jianyan had no way of guessing.

Then, here comes the problem.

Although the two have reached a "cooperation" for the time being, how can Wen Jianyan guarantee that the Wu Zhu released in the dungeon is the one with whom he was able to talk normally before, instead of jumping up and biting him just now? what about the one

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan's brows twitched, and her fingers involuntarily exerted a little force, pressing on the wound.

Light blood oozes out

I don't really have to find a bite stopper, do I?

The negotiation with Wu Zhu came to an end, and Wen Jianyan returned to the guild the next day.

As soon as he entered, he was immediately surrounded by his own guild members.

There are obvious dark circles under Chen Mo's eyes, and Xiang's calm and indifferent voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth: "President, when will you deal with the backlog of affairs now?"

Yun Bilan: "Wen Ya and the others came back from the dungeon and just went to rest, do you want to meet them?"

Su Cheng: "I heard Qi Qian and the others say that you are going to download a dungeon soon. Really, haven't you just come back not long ago?"

Huang Mao moved his gaze to his neck: "Oh, you are injured, why don't you use system points to treat it?"

Wen Jianyan was forced to take a step back:

"Cough... press it for a while, wait, I will deal with it when I come back from the next copy."

"Let Wenya and the others rest well, it won't be too late to see you again when I come back."

He turned his head to look at Su Cheng: "Yes, it's true. I'm here this time to tell you about it. I'll start the next dungeon tomorrow."

"tomorrow"

Everyone gasped and was taken aback.

"So fast"

You know, Wen Jianyan has just returned from a difficult team book, and has risen to the top ten in one breath. He has a lot of privileges. According to common sense, he can rest for three or four months before writing the book. Unexpectedly, just three or four days later, he will enter the dungeon again.

Huangmao: "..."

wait why am i the only one not answered

He stood aside, sunk in deep self-doubt.

Wen Jianyan shrugged and said vaguely: "Well...the reason is very complicated, but I'm afraid I have to download the copy this time."

Su Cheng looked at Wen Jianyan thoughtfully.

He knew that Wen Jianyan was by no means a model worker. Since he said that this time, there might be some compelling reason... This may have a lot to do with the Dream Demon.

Thinking of this, he didn't ask any further questions, just sighed: "That's fine."

Wen Jianyan: "Anyway, I came to the guild this time to select the team members for the next dungeon."

Su Cheng took a step forward habitually: "Then I..."

"You can't this time."

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan directly rejected Su Cheng's application without even thinking about it.

Su Cheng: "Why!"

"You just came back from the last dungeon, the status should not have recovered

"Wen Jianyan said: "I have no choice but to, so there is no need for you. "

Su Cheng frowned: "But..."

"Okay," Wen Jian said indifferently, "I've made a decision."

Seeing that Wen Jianyan was uncompromising, Su Cheng reluctantly closed his mouth and fell silent again.

Wen Jianyan's gaze paused for a moment on Su Cheng.

He didn't let Su Cheng join the team, not only because the opponent had just finished a dungeon and didn't have enough rest, but also because there were other hidden worries.

The talents given by those novice gift packs are essentially soul traits, or in other words, the realization of soul potential.

but…

Why does the prophecy wooden sign made of human souls used by Musen crack or even disintegrate? Why is Orange Sugar so cautious in using its talents and consumes them so strongly?

Was the shrinking in height that Wen Jianyan noticed before just his fantasy?

No, it is not.

Wen Jianyan always believes in his observation ability, which is the capital he relies on for a living.

After integrating a series of clues, he finally came to a terrible conclusion that made his heart tremble.

What the anchor used in the dungeon before, those seemingly very powerful abilities that seemed to be given by the gods, were actually the power of their own souls. And that use often comes at a price.

The stronger the ability, the greater the resulting cost, and the more times it is used, the greater the intensity of consumption.

Essentially, all anchors are consuming their own lives to pass the level.

Every use of talent is tantamount to slow suicide.

In order to avoid immediate death, it is ridiculous to have to commit suicide. It is simply drinking poison to quench thirst.

That is to say, even if there is a host who works hard to download the dungeon, finally completes the terrifying amount of indicators, finally buys the soul contract cancellation ticket, and leaves the Dream Demon live broadcast room... I am afraid that he will not live for long.

In this system, every streamer is a consumable.

However, most streamers will die in the instance before being harvested.

The most direct evidence for Wen Jianyan to confirm his conjecture was the "Secret Council".

The anchors who appeared in the top ten all seemed somewhat "unusual".

Whether it is a mason with a strange waxy smell and an unrememberable face, Bai Xue with white hair and skin and lack of pigment but strange dark eyes, orange candy who always maintains the appearance of a child, with a clear face, but the combination of facial features A gentleman who looks particularly uncoordinated...

In terms of personality, they also have their own extremes.

Of course, it may be because of this "extreme" that is different from ordinary people that they can live through so many copies.

but…

There is another possibility.

That is, they have lived through too many copies, so they become more and more "unusual".

It's like being corrupted by his own talent instead.

The Nightmare is like a huge juicer, it smashes the bones and **** the marrow of the anchor in it, chews it up, squeezes out the last trace of use value, and then spits out the remaining, dry dregs, and ruthlessly throws them away. outside the system.

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