Chapter 62

Su Cheng is too lazy to pay attention to Wen Jianyan's "praise".

He stood there taking a breath and asked:

"So, what's next? What do we do?"

Wen Jianyan did not answer directly, but turned to look into the depths of the corridor not far away.

Under the dark red light, one of the doors was closed tightly, and the four numbers 1316 were faintly visible on the slightly faded brass sign. The chain charms that sealed the door in the inner world had disappeared, leaving only

With a bare door panel, the deserted corridor looked particularly intimidating.

The anchor team that was just lured is the last obstacle standing in front of the destination.

Su Cheng followed Wen Jianyan's gaze and looked in that direction. His eyes fell on the house number and he was stunned: "1316?"

He obviously also recalled the countless strange magic weapons that were sealed in a room when he was in the ministry world, and he couldn't help but feel a little numb: "You, are you planning to go in next?"

Although they had already gone in once during the meeting before and found it empty after checking, Su Cheng still instinctively felt that the room was unusual and always felt a little scared:

"I know it was empty when I visited, but it's not necessarily empty now..."

Su Cheng tried to persuade Wen Jianyan to change his mind.

"I know."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned to look at Su Cheng, and said dryly: "I've been in there."

Su Cheng was surprised: "What...?"

"Didn't we separate when we first came in?" Wen Jianyan said slowly.

Su Cheng took a breath and looked at 1316 with the door closed again: "Wait... Could it be that you went in?"

Wen Jianyan nodded: "That's right."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and showed the other party the scars on his arms that had not yet healed.

On the fair skin, the wounds caused by corrosion show a deep and thick red color, like deep and shallow rouge covering the limbs, bringing a shocking and weird beauty:

"I left these in that room."

Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly, in disbelief: "Then are you planning to go next?"

Wen Jianyan put down his sleeves and sighed sadly: "There is no way."

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs?

He told Su Cheng: "Same as in person, you stay at the door and wait until I call you. Do you understand? In the meantime, no matter what happens inside, don't act rashly."

Su Cheng couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat.

He suppressed the nervousness in his heart and nodded slowly.

After receiving a positive reply, Wen Jianyan turned around and approached the door of room 1316 step by step. The further he moved forward, the stronger the smell of blood he smelled on his nose. Through the thin door panel, he could almost reach inside.

There was a wet and sticky squirming sound.

The memories linked to this slowly revived.

Recalling the provocative remarks he made when he broke into the house last time, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his scalp numb and his palms wet with sweat.

To be honest, if he had known that there would be a day, he would never have spoken so harshly!

Regret, I really regret it.

Wen Jianyan wiped his face.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head at the door and checked the backpack in his machine. After confirming that all the props were correct, Wen Jianyan calmed down, pressed it on the door handle, and then applied a slight downward force.

"Squeak——"

The harsh sound of metal friction sounded deep in the corridor, and the door panel slowly slid inward according to his strength.

A strong, strong smell of blood that could devour people hit his face, and a cold and ominous feeling was like some kind of slippery and sticky cold-blooded animal climbing up the skin.

The next second, a huge force came from inside the door, and Wen Jianyan was violently pulled in!

"Pfft!"

The scarlet touch penetrated straight through his chest, the sound of broken skin and bones could be clearly heard in the room, and warm blood spurted out from the wound.

The young man's face suddenly turned pale, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Wen Jianyan coughed a few times, turned around and spit out blood foam, the corners of his pale and bloody lips curled up, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice:

"...Okay, I deserve it."

His expectations before walking in were pretty much the same.

A system mechanical beep sounded in my ears:

"Ding, it has been detected that the anchor suffered a fatal injury, [Lin Qing's medical certificate] has been activated."

The next second, the wound on Wen Jianyan's chest began to heal quickly, the bones were restored, and the organs began to recover. Under the torn clothes and fabric, the wounds of broken flesh and bones began to repair themselves, and gradually grew back.

Wen Jianyan's face turned even paler, his brows twitched, and he bit his teeth viciously.

Oh shit.

The repair is not painless.

"You are so brave."

That vague and chaotic voice sounded in the room again: "How dare you come back."

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan raised his bloodless face, his chest heaved rapidly under the severe pain, his forehead was pale and sweaty, and the lines from his chin to his neck were tight and trembling slightly.

However, there was still a shallow, almost intimate smile on his lips:

"After all, I think we get along very well."

[Honesty comes first] In the live broadcast room:

"God, it hurts just looking at it!"

"I'm sorry, I'm guilty. Seeing how the liar endured the pain and deceived people, I actually... got shamefully excited."

"Uuuuuuuuuuah, the battle damage is so sexy."

"You...are, dishonest." There was an unskilled pause in the voice.

"No, quite the opposite,"

Wen Jianyan raised his head, his amber eyes half-squinted: "In the next minute, you may not see a more honest person than me."

His wound was repaired successfully, and his chest under the broken cloth became white and smooth again, unscathed.

The system beeps in my ears:

"Because the anchor received Lin Qing's blessing, the props are more effective."

[The one-minute golden body has been obtained]

【00:01:00】

A thin, shimmering golden film covered the young man's body, completely wrapping his whole body in it, helping him block any harm that tried to inflict on him.

Obviously, the "existence" in room 1316 also realized that it dragged Wen Jianyan into the wall again. Scarlet, corrosive flesh and blood wrapped around his body, trying to eat away the shroud on his body.

protective layer.

If it continues like this, as long as it lasts for one minute, he will definitely die without a burial place.

But unfortunately, Wen Jianyan did not dodge or resist.

"I am a believer in God the Father. The purpose of my coming here is to break the seal and wake him up from his slumber."

The young man's voice is smooth and his pronunciation is clear and calm.

Wrapped in the wall of flesh and blood, he raised his arm with difficulty, and the almost torn cloth fell apart at this moment, exposing half of his body.

The dark, spell-like lines appeared on the fair skin. At this moment, it almost completely covered Wen Jianyan's arms. It climbed along the shoulders to the junction of the neck and chest, and undulated slightly with the young man's breathing.

.

Under the shroud of scarlet luster, it seemed to be tightly bound to a tight body full of vitality like a living creature.

"You told the same lie again."

That voice was completely unconventional: "You disrespect God the Father..."

"You're right."

Wen Jianyan laughed briefly and admitted unabashedly: "I am indeed a believer in God the Father, but I believe in his existence and acknowledge his power, and the conditions for respect and love are different."

"He is the omnipotent God, our Father, and our Lord, right?"

Wen Jianyan stared at the creeping scarlet wall in front of him for a moment, with an indescribable gloomy glimmer deep in his amber eyes:
To be continued...