Chapter 262

In front of the counter, Su Cheng and others were waiting anxiously.

Soon, a rush of footsteps came from the dark room, running straight in this direction!

"They are back!" Zhang Yu said in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Qian and the others rushed straight into the light. Although they looked embarrassed, they were not seriously injured.

"Did you succeed?" Zhang Yu greeted him.

Su Cheng also hurriedly stepped forward and looked at Wen Jianyan in An Xin's arms:

"How is he?"

With An Xin's support, Wen Jianyan sat down closest to the oil lamp.

His eyelashes were drooped, his face had no color at all, and he looked horribly pale. His body was as cold as a corpse, as if his life force was still being continuously drained from his body. He took a breath and shook his head,

He said in a weak voice:

"……good."

He took a deep breath: "Wait."

This time, they did not use sacrifices that could share the damage. After all, they only had the last half of the incense on hand, and there was no point in using it.

Therefore, this time, the role of the incense is not to offer sacrifices, but to introduce the "customers" into the dark room and start worshiping at the place closest to the tomb.

As soon as the worship begins, the "road" that is more restrictive but has more stringent conditions will emerge.

Next, what they need to do is to use methods other than sacrifices to introduce "customers" before the incense burns out.

During this entire process, the burning of the incense cannot be stopped, otherwise, the "road" will disappear immediately, which means that until the copy determines that the customer enters the tomb, Wen Jianyan's vitality must continue to flow.

The ground was "eaten".

Their action this time is tantamount to a big gamble.

The bet is a time difference.

Should the remaining half of the incense be burned first, or should the customers be led into the tomb first?

All they can do now is wait.

Wen Jianyan leaned against the wall, the energy in his body gradually drained away, and his eyes gradually became slanted. His eyelids seemed to become heavier as time went by, and he seemed a little drowsy.

"Isn't it over yet?" Su Cheng was waiting beside him with an anxious look on his face, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He shook Wen Jianyan's hand on the side: "His hand is getting colder and colder."

Qi Qian shook his head solemnly:

"It seems that it takes longer for customers to walk into the tomb than I thought."

Moreover, what is very bad is that this dungeon of [Prosperous Building] is different from other dungeons. Because it is too difficult and has its own internal system, the crises in the dungeon basically cannot be solved using the props in the system mall, even if there is a sequel.

The tools of destiny cannot be used on Wen Jianyan.

Although burning lamp oil can slowly restore human vitality, the difference between the speed of recovery and the speed of consumption is really too big. It is simply a drop in the bucket and will not have much impact.

"Here."

Orange Tang, who had been leaning not far away with her eyes closed and concentrating, looked over at some point. She took something out of her pocket and threw it to Su Cheng, who was closest to Wen Jianyan.

Su Cheng hurriedly took the things and took a closer look.

...It turned out to be the spare lamp oil from the Orange Candy Team.

"If one plate isn't enough, order this one too." After finishing Orange Candy, he closed his eyes again and lay back down.

Su Cheng: "Many, thank you very much."

The group of people immediately became busy. They did not care about saving resources now. Instead, they lit all the lamp oil trays and candles they could collect and placed them near Wen Jianyan.

Different colors of light were superimposed on each other, and the back of the counter suddenly lit up. I don't know if it was an illusion, but under the light, the other party's face did not seem as bad as before.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, his long silver hair covering his pale face, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

Su Cheng and others stared at his face nervously, waiting quietly.

It must be useful!

The feeling of losing life force is very strange. At first, you will feel scared and weak, but later, you will only feel cold.

Wen Jianyan was drowsy.

He felt that his body temperature was losing, and his consciousness became gradually darker and blurry, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

So cold.

He closed his eyes and shivered, and instinctively leaned to the side, but the other beings around him didn't seem to be warm either.

It was even colder than him, like an ice cellar.

A deep voice sounded, and the tone seemed a little unhappy: "You are too cold."

Wen Jianyan was startled, raised his eyelids, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Wu Zhu frowned, leaned over and looked at the human being leaning into his arms, and commented naturally: "I still prefer you when you are warm."

Wen Jianyan: "."

Ah, it looked like he had fainted again, otherwise this guy wouldn't have appeared in front of him so boldly.

I don’t know whether it was because I was used to this not-too-dangerous way of getting along, or because it was too cold and my brain was frozen, so a cold joke slipped out without thinking:

"Because... you have to eat while it's hot?"

Wu Zhu tilted his head slowly, his cold and inhuman golden eyes shining in the darkness, as if he was seriously considering the feasibility of Wen Jianyan's words.

He lowered his head and came closer.

At the same time, the surrounding black fog condensed into tentacles, forcing Wen Jianyan to raise his head.

The cold and wet tongue slowly licked the young man's throat, and the sharp teeth even picked up a small piece of flesh, nibbling it like molars.

"...!"

In fact, Wen Jianyan regretted it as soon as the truth came out of his mouth.

He raised his head and felt the other person licking and biting his throat. The place where the cold lips and tongue had bitten suddenly became hot. An instinctive shudder came over him. He couldn't help but feel stiff all over and his scalp was numb.

——You said you reminded him of this!

Wen Jianyan regretted his mistake.

After a few seconds, Wu Zhu let go of the human's soft and white neck, and the tip of his scarlet tongue licked the corners of his lips with unfinished intent.

He said: "Yes."

Those golden eyes were locked on the young man in front of him, as if he was still biting the prey's throat. His voice was low and hoarse, like the cold threat of death, or like a private whisper between lovers.

"I prefer to eat it hot."

he concluded.

"!"

Wen Jianyan took a sharp breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

The excessively bright light made him dizzy, and his physical weakness had not fully recovered. The violent movements made his vision suddenly go dark, and he almost fainted again.

"Wenwen! You're awake!!" A joyful voice came from the side,

"Great!" Su Cheng swooped over with an eager expression, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? How do you feel?"

"Well..." Wen Jianyan let out a painful groan.

He felt as if his body had been thrown from a tall building. His bones, muscles, and skin were all separated from each other. The strong sense of collapse made him extremely cold, and his whole body was shivering uncontrollably.

"It's... not bad."

He took a deep breath, and after the dizziness in his vision dissipated a little, he raised his eyes and looked:

"Where are the customers? Have they been sent away?"

Seeing that Wen Jianyan was fine, Su Cheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. He nodded and replied, "Yes, your plan succeeded."

Qi Qian on the side added:

"Half a minute before you woke up, the darkness in the store began to gradually dissipate. Although we have not yet entered the dark room to check, judging from the current situation in the store, there should be no great suspense.

"

After getting the exact answer, Wen Jianyan breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The hell coin..."

Just as he was about to get up, Su Cheng pushed him back forcefully, "An Xin went to get it. He should be back soon. Don't worry about it. Just take a rest."

Only then did Wen Jianyan realize that he was almost lying in a sea of ​​light. All the lamp oil trays and candles were lit and placed in front of him. The smell of rotten and sweet corpse oil was now gone.

It seemed to bring a slight warmth, flowing into his body continuously.

No wonder he woke up so early despite losing so much this time.
To be continued...