Chapter 225

"!!!"

The moment Wu Zhuyin fell, Wen Jianyan took a sharp breath and suddenly came out of the semi-chaotic, almost death state.

[Prosperity Building] In this copy, falling into darkness is a certain death in the rules.

Although Wen Jianyan dragged the mirror fragments to him at the last moment, in fact, he did go through hell this time. He is still alive. The extreme fear of death has not been eradicated on the physical and psychological levels.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank to the size of a thin needle tip, staring into space as if he had nowhere to go.

His mind was empty, and the touch of cold air still remained on his skin. The touch from death was clear and real. The intense pain brought by the boundless darkness choked his throat, causing his throat to scream like drowning.

Wu Zhu frowned.

In the palm of his hand, his waist trembled, and his skin lost its human warmth and became closer to his cold body temperature.

He was used to this guy's cunning and vicious look. Even when he grabbed his throat and tied his limbs, his eyes were filled with a vivid desire for survival. But now that he suddenly saw his empty eyes and his intensely stressed look, Wu Zhu unexpectedly

It feels a little weird.

He frowned and put aside the weird feeling in his heart.

It's strange to say that since the last time he merged with that fragment, Wu Zhu has always felt a little strange about his current self, as if he has a lot more emotions that shouldn't belong to him.

Normally, he would not cause any fluctuations.

Maybe it's time to seal the fragment back up.

While Wu Zhu was deep in thought, the young man in front of him suddenly jumped up violently, like a lively fish, fluttering his limbs, punching and kicking, and struggling violently.

As a result, Wu Zhu, who was closest to him, became the victim and received several blows.

"..."

Although it didn't hurt, Wu Zhu's forehead couldn't help but beat.

He raised his hands and tied the person up skillfully.

The strange feeling disappeared.

It's probably an illusion.

Wen Jianyan struggled, but found that he couldn't move anymore, and finally calmed down.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his pupils gradually returned to normal, and his eyes gradually became rational and bright.

The stress and vulnerability just now seemed to be just a disguise, disappearing in an instant and being deeply hidden from the light.

What just happened?

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on Wu Zhu, and it seemed that it took him two seconds to remember the identity of the right person.

After realizing this, the previous memories quickly came back.

The female corpse in red, the television, the world inside the mirror...

Yes, he blocked the curse transmission bug, used the difference in the number of people to restrain the gaze of the head, created opportunities for teammates in the mirror world, and lifted the curse. Yes, he was preparing to return to the mirror world. When his teammates brought him out, the oil lamp

But it was suddenly blown out.

Wen Jianyan's expression darkened slightly.

Even without a lampshade, he didn't think that the oil lamp in the copy would be blown out so easily, let alone that the doors and windows of the shop were closed at that time, and the gust of wind had nowhere to come from, so there was only one possibility.

The question is, how does the other side do it?

Wen Jianyan recalled the fragmentary clues he had inquired about before entering the dungeon, and couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression.

Suddenly, he seemed to suddenly realize something. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Wu Zhu:

"Wait, where is An Xin?"

"..."

Wu Zhu raised his eyes and looked steadily at the young man in front of him.

"That's the anchor walking with me. Is he alive?"

Wen Jianyan asked eagerly.

After the lights go out, the law of death in darkness must be triggered indiscriminately. The same should be true for An Xin. If he is left in a dark shop, he will definitely die.

After Qi Qian's temporary "death", An Xin became the only remaining combat member of the entire team. If there is a conflict with other teams later, his talent can have a great deterrent effect. If he died in this operation, they

I'm afraid the team's vitality will be severely damaged.

Wu Zhu still had that indifferent expression, his eyes showed a metallic texture and luster, and he stared at him without any emotion, with a primitive sense of inhumanity hidden in his eyes.

It's no different than before.

"Without An Xin, we would only have three and a half teammates left. One has an overstretched talent that cannot be used, one is cursed and gasps for breath after taking two steps, and there is a prophet who has no fighting ability," Wen Jianyan said,

"With him gone, the next dungeon will probably be very difficult."

He looked at the man in front of him and said sincerely and sincerely:

"But don't you want me to clear this dungeon?"

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Zhu finally showed mercy and said indifferently: "He is fine."

It's not that he was very kind, but the mirror fragments fell to the ground and the indiscriminate protection mechanism was activated. An Xin happened to be nearby, so he was dragged directly. His life fell into Wu Zhu's hands without any surprise.

He was tightly bound by the darkness and is still in a state of near-death.

I almost died just now.

But now there is a high probability that he will survive.

"..."

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, it's so hard to deal with.

Especially when this guy holds great power and is completely unaware of his own thoughts and desires... If he is not a person who is accustomed to observing words and emotions and has quick and keen reactions, I am afraid that he will guess someone unknown.

It's a minefield.

After hearing that An Xin was fine, Wen Jianyan's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

He leaned back a little exhausted, and the darkness behind him held him firmly, preventing him from falling.

Since he and Wu Zhu reached the so-called "agreement", this place will no longer pose a threat to his life for the time being. Compared with the inside of Changsheng Building, it is like a resort.

After dealing with so many weird and terrifying corpses, even Wu Zhu's expressionless face seemed a lot more friendly.

Thinking like this, Wen Jianyan smiled at Wu Zhu sincerely and said, "Thank you."

I don’t know why, but Wu Zhu’s face doesn’t look good.

"It's time for you to go." He said coldly.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Damn, this stupid god is so difficult to coax, he is simply moody and unpredictable, and even he is a bit difficult to deal with.

However, Wu Zhu was right on this point.

The longer he stayed here, the longer Su Cheng and the others stayed in the mirror world. But they didn't have the red comb in their hands, so they had no intention of leaving the mirror. Although they had obtained the props from the source of the curse, there was still a body inside the mirror.

The female corpse may become active at any time. The longer it is delayed, the higher the risk.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"By the way," Wen Jianyan suddenly thought about something, "The task you gave me is to clear this dungeon, but this is a limited-time dungeon. That is to say, no matter how many floors you climb in the end, as long as you survive 12 hours, it will be

If you can pass the level, I think that what you want to get, or what you hope to accomplish, should be something that can be successfully obtained by spending 12 hours on the first floor... Can you give me a floor range?"

Wu Zhu turned to look at him, his gaze suddenly paused and moved downward.

At this time, Wen Jianyan noticed that his appearance had disappeared, but his clothes were still there.

The slender figure of the adult man forced his clothes to open, and the fabric that could have covered his knees was now lifted up to the middle of his thighs.

"..."

Even though Wen Jianyan thought he was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he couldn't stand it now.

Although he chose it himself,...

It's really not very elegant.

Wu Zhu's eyes fell on him.

There was a gloomy light shining in those golden, animal-like pupils, which suddenly made Wen Jianyan's hair stand on end, giving him a particularly dangerous premonition.

He subconsciously took a step back and couldn't help but speak faster:

"But I think it's better for me to find the answer to this question myself. After all, you can rest assured of my ability so I won't bother you with the answer."

After the endless, scalp-numbing silence, Wu Zhu finally spat out two words:
To be continued...