Chapter 13

"..."

The moment Wen Jianyan's words fell, the air suddenly fell into dead silence.

The smile on the face of the man in the mirror disappeared at some point. He looked exactly like Wen Jianyan with a cold and terrifying expression.

He repeated slowly: "What?"

The young man in front of him looked pale, and the wound on the back of his hand was bloody and bloody, and blood was still dripping down.

He was obviously at a disadvantage, but he still smiled calmly. His lips, which were pale due to blood loss, were dyed crimson by the blood, almost dazzling in the darkness.

"The most valuable thing a person has is his soul, isn't it?"

Wen Jianyan stared at herself in the mirror: "Obviously, taking the initiative to make a deal with you and handing over my soul will bring greater benefits than robbing you."

He smiled slightly:

"What's more, it's a soul as good as mine, right?"

Years of professional experience have allowed Wen Jianyan to develop good habits.

The more critical the situation, the calmer his thinking.

Although he was at the critical moment of life and death just now, his brain was still spinning all the time, carefully reviewing everything that had happened since he entered the room.

The two 408s in the dormitory and teaching building are obviously mirror images, and many of the rules in them are the same.

After carefully reviewing it, Wen Jianyan was sure that every step he took was correct.

He should have left here smoothly.

After all, this is still a D-level dungeon, so newcomers like them should not be given any certain death levels.

But the inevitable death level clearly appeared.

Although Wen Jianyan has been playing the game according to the rules, this time, "Mirror" did not follow the rules.

After he clearly broke the deal, "Mirror" still didn't give up. Instead, he lured him over. Without reaching a deal, he actually tried to "eat" him by force.

This is very unreasonable.

unless……

There is something very precious about him, and the other person wants it so much that he even breaks the rules.

According to the contents of the manual he obtained from Cabinet No. 368, this most likely refers to his soul.

Although Wen Jianyan himself does not feel that his soul is anything special, even if the possibility of this guess is only 1, he will treat it as 100 to realize it.

The person in the mirror looked back at him expressionlessly, silent.

Based on the few words he heard before being pulled into the mirror, Wen Jianyan made a bold guess.

This "mirror" may be for the purpose of awakening "Father God", so human souls must be sacrificed to him, and that is why he tries to grab more souls by any means necessary.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible for it to trade with its "Father God", so Wen Jianyan made such a huge gamble on this option.

However, he was not prepared to share these speculations.

The young man narrowed his eyes somewhat casually:

"Well...as for the reason..."

He glanced at the shadow in the mirror, and gently hooked the tip of his soft and wet tongue over his lips, licking away the sticky scarlet blood at the corners of his lips. His pale face looked a bit strange in the darkness, and Wen Jianyan smiled.

Come on, he said frivolously:

"It was probably love at first sight, right?"

The live broadcast room of No. 789326qwk suddenly became restless.

"He is good at it, he is good at it, he is good at it!!"

"So... so lustful (cover your heart)

"Hello everyone, I announce that I am the person that the anchor fell in love with at first sight. Thank you everyone for your blessings."

"The first few dishes, how drunk are you like this?"

"As long as you eat a peanut..."

"Wait a minute? No anchor has played this part before, but why is no one paying attention to the plot? Is there something wrong with your focus?"

"..."

The already gloomy expression of the person in the mirror looked almost distorted at this moment.

Wen Jianyan sighed, with a slight smile on his face that looked particularly unbeatable:

"Oh, don't make this expression on my face, it's really ugly."

"You guessed it right."

However, the gloomy look quickly dissipated from the face of the person in the mirror:

"I can't make this deal."

He showed his usual smile again: "Obviously, you realize that I must also abide by the rules. If a human makes a wish that I cannot fulfill, I cannot collect the other person's soul."

"Wen Jianyan" in the mirror applauded and praised:

"Wonderful."

But Wen Jianyan himself did not feel happy about this compliment. Instead, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror warily.

The other side still has a back-up plan.

The curvature of the corners of the person's mouth in the mirror slowly widened:

"But what you don't know is that although breaking the rules will pay a certain price, it is not completely unachievable."

Just listen to a "click" sound.

A thin crack appeared on the mirror, just across the face of "Wen Jianyan" in the mirror. The upright and handsome face was divided by the crack, and it looked a bit weird and distorted.

He smiled and said:

"I can still take your soul by force. Of course, the loss may be a little more, but I can bear this necessary loss."

The moment the words fell, the devouring that had stopped started again, and the young man's body began to sink downward again.

However, the next second, the winning expression on the face of the person in the mirror suddenly disappeared:

"Wait, this-"

His voice was sharp and high-pitched, but it was suddenly cut off the next second!

Wen Jianyan felt his eyes blur as the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

He fell backwards uncontrollably——

The next second, his back hit the ground hard, and his bones seemed to be shattered by the impact. A heavy dull pain spread from the contact surface, making him gasp.

"Brother Wen, are you okay?"

Su Cheng rushed forward hurriedly and held Wen Jianyan's shoulders.

Wen Jianyan was so dizzy after being thrown that he had stars in his eyes. He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and slowly got up with the help of the opponent's strength.

Whether it was the maze, the mirror, or the shadow sleeping in the mirror, all of them had disappeared.

In front of him was a familiar corridor with closed doors.

The weird 408 fan has also disappeared.

"I haven't seen you since I came out of 408 for a while, so..."

Su Cheng organized his words, and then said somewhat vaguely: "Brother Wen, you should still remember what I told you before about those supernatural props, right?"

Of course Wen Jianyan remembers it.

The reason why he kept going around with the mirror just now was to delay time and wait for the live broadcast system to come online. But what he didn't expect was that as soon as the live broadcast system came online, he was directly dragged out by Su Cheng's props before he could use the props.

Wen Jianyan glanced at Su Cheng in surprise and nodded.

If he remembered correctly, the prop used by Su Cheng was not cheap, and the other party was actually willing to give it to him as an "NPC". This was indeed something he did not expect.

Su Cheng patted his chest: "Didn't I just say that if anything happens, I will definitely protect you."

Wen Jianyan glanced at him twice: "Thank you."

He straightened up and put his hands down from the other party's body. Only then did Su Cheng notice the wound on Wen Jianyan's hand and couldn't help being surprised: "Are you injured?"

Only then did Wen Jianyan feel the pain.

He looked down at his bloody palms, with a pale face and a hoarse throat, and pretended to be calm:

"……fine."

fart!

This was a piece of meat that he had bitten off with his teeth! How could it be okay!

It hurts like hell!

Although Wen Jianyan himself is an extreme hedonist in ordinary life, at critical moments, he is very cruel to himself and can do almost anything.

He is familiar with the distribution of meridians and muscles in people's hands, and even if he bites his lower teeth, he deliberately avoids key parts to ensure normal actions in the future.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, pulled off a strip of fabric from the hem of his shirt, and expertly applied a bandage to stop the bleeding.

The blood seeped out of the fabric, which looked shocking.

After finishing everything, Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng, seeming to remember something, and asked: "408, are you in?"
To be continued...