Just a minute ago, the D-level instance of Decai Middle School suddenly dashed on the list without warning, floating up four areas in an instant, and jumped directly to the top of the entire square! Now it was tied for third place with a B-level instance, and the other two instances above it were all A-level.
How is this possible? This is something that has never happened before! What the hell is going on!
The audience in the live broadcast square was sensational, and immediately rushed to the live broadcast hall of ăDecay Middle Schoolă.
Under the name of the instance, the blood-red logo flashed.
Lobby Difficulty Level: D+
Highest Unlocking Progress in History: 100%
Viewing Value: A
âHeaven!! 100%! An anchor has achieved 100% progress in the Decai Middle School instance! He completed the main storyline!â
âNot only has the difficulty increased, but the viewing value has also increased! My mother, my mother, my mother! What the hell happened in this instance!â
âAnd it seems that there are still several hours left before the instance ends, right? Completing the main storyline so soon? What kind of perverted anchors are there in the instance!â
âAwesome! Iâm going!â
While the audience was having a lively discussion, suddenly, someone realized a blind spot that had been ignored before:
âEh? Wait a minute. I remember that if the main storyline is completed ahead of time and the 100% progress is made, the instance would end automatically, right?â
ââŠIt seems to be like this.â
The rest of the audience was stunned.
Yes, it stands to reason that no matter how much time is left in the instance to survive, as long as the main task is completed, the entire instance will end automatically.
ButâŠ
Thinking of this, everyone couldnât help but cast their eyes to the upper right corner of the live broadcast hall.
There, the bright red characters were slowly flashing, which was extremely dazzling and could not be ignored at all.
ăLiveă
Live broadcast.
Almost at the same time, the exact same question popped into the minds of all viewers:
Why is this instance not over yet?
Wen Jianyanâs eyes were spinning.
A strong sense of weightlessness was pulling him, and the whole person seemed to be falling down quickly, the feeling of fear strangled his neck, and the suffocation made his eyes darkâ
âHmmâŠ!â
Before fainting, a muffled groan overflowed from Wen Jianyanâs throt, and he fell to the ground.
The word âgroundâ was not accurate enough.
Beneath him was a thick black shadow, and the only thing he could feel was the coldness that oozes out of it.
Looking around, one could only see the boundless darkness. This space seemed to be independent of the whole world. The passage of time had long stopped, and there was a dead silence in the ears.
Wen Jianyan could only hear the sound of his distorted and rapid breathing, the beating of his heart was chaotic and irritable, and the blood pumped to his ears, hitting his eardrums suddenly, making him unable to think calmly.
He took a deep breath, moved his eyes with some difficulty, and slowly looked not far away.
The entire space was pitch black, but for some reason, the phantom that had been called âGod the Fatherâ by the mirror was still clearly visible.
âŠhe could no longer be called a phantom.
His body was solid and stable, the waist down was immersed in the shadows, and the terrifyingly strange runes was spread along his slender and pale limbs.
In all fairness, this male body was exceptionally perfect, almost transcending the boundaries of gender, like a work of art, and the dark runes add a bit of evil and wild beauty to it.
Wen Jianyan was feeling frightened.
There was a huge power that he couldnât understand, sleeping in the opponentâs body. Because of his existence, the entire space was filled with a high sense of oppression. If it wasnât for the fact that there was no way to escape, Wen Jianyan would turn around and run as far as he could, never approaching the other party even half a step.
He raised his hand and wiped his face hard.
Calm down.
According to what he knew now, there was a high probability that this âGod the Fatherâ was unlikely be able to wake up temporarily, otherwise âMr. Mirrorâ would not go to great lengths to collect human souls, just to wake him up.
Therefore, at this moment, he should focus on finding a way to leave, instead of worrying about the phantom.
After straightening his thoughts, Wen Jianyan calmed down a lot.
In this space, except for the sleeping âGod the Fatherâ, there was only a boundless void and dead silence, and there was no way to find a way out here.
Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface.
As soon as he opened it, he was taken aback.
The number of online viewers displayed in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room has tripled, almost approaching 30,000!
Obviously, when the anchor turned off and turned on the barrage hiding function, there would be prompts inside the live broadcast room.
Therefore, as soon as Wen Jianyan opened the barrage, the entire live broadcast room was swept away by the enthusiastic audience.
[Oh oh! The anchor is here! The anchor is here!]
[Hey! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the main storyline! I just donât know why the instace hasnât ended yet. Is there someone who knows whatâs happening? (Reward points 50)]
[Aaaahhhh, anchor nb1Slang for awesome, amazing.! Iâll continue to stay in the anchorâs trumpet2Sockpuppet/ghost account !]
[? What? Am I the only one who clicked in because of the anchorâs face? Wife kiss!]
[Love rival guna3Slang for get lost/go away/ GTFO! Wife, ignore him, come here to deceive me! (100 reward points)]
Wen Jianyan: ââŠâŠâ
?
He didnât know why, but felt that the direction of the barrage was a bit weird.
After ignoring the strange barrages, Wen Jianyan suddenly saw a very crucial barrage, and accurately captured the hidden information.
He was slightly startled:
[So, as long as the main storyline is completed, the instance will end automatically?]
[Yes, yes!]
[No matter how long it takes to survive, as long as the main storyline is completed, all players in the entire instance will be able to pass automatically.]
Thatâs weird.
Wen Jianyan touched his chin and asked, âSpeaking of which, the person sleeping over there, have you seen him in the live broadcast room of other anchors?â
[NoâŠ]
[I havenât seen him before, but from this angle, he looks quite good.]
[This should be the boss in this instance, right?I donât know, after all, the highest unlocking degree of this instance before was only 72%, and the current highest record is created by you.]
âŠIn the end, there was still no clue.
Wen Jianyan sighed, and after a simple thank you, he closed the barrage again, and opened the store interface with the last glimmer of hope.
âMaybe there are some props that can help him escape?
Although the previous points have been emptied once, after completing several tasks later and receiving numerous rewards from the audience, Wen Jianyanâs current point balance was very sufficient. Even if it wasnât enough to buy all the props in the system store, it was still enough to buy some expensive and precious props.
However, when Wen Jianyan confidently opened the store interface, his whole being suddenly started to feel hurt.
All the items in the store were grey, and no matter how much he clicked, he couldnât buy it.
In just a few seconds, he has gone from a rich man with tens of thousands of wealth to a man who has tens of thousands of wealth but has nowhere to spend it.
Wen Jianyan: ââŠâŠâ
I really want to hit someone right now.
I really suspect youâre fucking targeting me, garbage live broadcast room!
He took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and opened the live broadcast room again.
Apparently, other viewers in the live broadcast room havenât seen this scene.
They gave Wen Jianyan their opinions, but most of the suggestions were of no practical value untilââ
[How about the anchor go to that NPC to find clues? Maybe there will be a way to leave.]
Wen Jian Yanâs eyelids twitched ominously.
Itâs not like he hadnât thought about this.
But as a life-saving person who was used to seeking advantages and avoiding harm, he had been trying to find other ways to avoid close contact with the NPC who looked dangerous at first sight.
But⊠Now it seems that there was no other way.
Wen Jianyan sighed in frustration.
He closed the barrage, then moved step by step, and reluctantly approaching the sleeping man not far awayâ
Donât know if being in the same space as the other party, Wen Jianyan had gradually become accustomed to the terrifying aura around the other party, he even had the leisure of looking at the other partyâs face curiously.
As the distance got closer, the face of the other party gradually became clearer.
It was a very pale face, as lifeless as ice.
However, his facial features are extremely handsome.
Even the word handsome seems insignificant.
The shocking and purely visual impact has almost exceeded common sense, to the point of absurdity, attracting peopleâs attention like a magnetic pole.
He was floating peacefully in the darkness, his long black hair spread out like water, and fell on the white marble-like skin.
Wen Jianyan: ââŠâŠâ
Well, looking so good-looking, the probability of being a ghost is even greater.
He cautiously stopped a few steps away from the man.
While Wen Jianyan was trying to psychologically prepare himself, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
ăE-level anchor⊠zizi⊠task releaseâŠă
In the dark and dead silence, Wen Jianyan was almost moved after hearing the familiar voice.
UntilâŠ
ă?? Task: Exchange body fluid with ??? for thirty seconds.ă
Wen Jianyan: ââŠâŠâ
He stared blankly at the blood-red thirty-second countdown that was attached to the top of his line of sight, and fell into silence.
Ha?
âŠWhat did you say?
What task? Exchange what?
Are you sick! ! What the hell of a mission!
Wen Jianyan was a little broken.
He opened his live broadcast interface and refreshed it repeatedly, but the task always appeared on the edge of his line of sight, and bright red font seemed to mock him silently above his head:
ă00:30ă
ââŠâŠâ Wen Jianyan.
Iâll go to your uncleâs stupid live broadcast room.
However, things have reached this stage. In order to leave this dark and strange space, even if the task is strange and outrageous, Wen Jianyan has to bite the bullet and give it a try.
The so-called body fluid exchange generally comes in two ways, kissing, or some kind of physical contact that canât be broadcast live.
However, in the face of the strange NPC who was neither human nor ghost, and almost seemed like a corpse, no matter what he looked like, Wen Jianyan was not ready to adopt either of the two strategies of kissing him or fucking him â he admits that he was still not so heavy-handed, and he doesnât have the habit of broadcasting such intimate things live.
Wen Jianyan took a step forward.
The man was sleeping silently in front of him, looking like an overly terrifying large time bomb.
Wen Jianyan frowned and bit his fingertips, and red blood gushed out of the wound.
âBlood is also a body fluid.
He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.
The white and bloody fingertips stayed on the other sideâs closed pale lips for a few seconds. The bright red hot blood dripped down, landing on the manâs lower lip, flowing down the gap between the lips.
Wen Jianyan closed his eyes forcefully, and made five seconds of mental preparation before he finally gathered up enough courage to press his fingertips down.
The manâs lips were as cold as ice, and the extremely low temperature seemed to stimulate Wen Jianyanâs warm fingertips.
But what surprised him was that, contrary to the marble-like cold and pale appearance, the other partyâs lips were soft, and under his nervous force, they opened slightly without resistance.
ââŠâŠ.â
Itâs even more fucking weird.
Wen Jianyan shivered, getting rid of the goosebumps that had risen on his skin. Then he gritted his teeth, his heart was beating faster. He used his fingertips to pry open the other partyâs closed teeth, and then pressed his warm and bloody finger against the otherâs unresponsive tongue.
ă00:29ă
The blood-red countdown overhead began to move. Although it was slow, the number was decreasing steadily and smoothly.
Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems to have worked.
He stared bitterly at the numbers that kept decreasing above his head. Thirty seconds, which could have passed by in the blink of an eye, seemed extraordinarily long now. Every second seemed to be a century apart.
Suddenly, the numbers stopped.
ă00:12ă
With more than ten seconds left, the blood-red countdown suddenly stopped, and without a sign of moving again.
Wen Jianyan blinked in disbelief.
What happened?
After a brief panic, Wen Jianyan quickly realised the problemâthe most likely reason was that the wound was too small and was no longer bleeding out.
If he had known, he would have bit harder just now, and he wouldnât have to suffer a second injury now.
He sighed with a headache, ready to pull his fingers back.
ââThe next second, the feeling of being bitten came from the fingertips.
â!â
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, widened his eyes suddenly, and looked down in horror.
A pair of golden pupils stared at him in the darkness.
The colour was like molten gold, revealing a kind of fanaticism and cruelty. He silently stares at the young man in front of him, like a predator staring at his prey, bloody, inhuman, primitive and powerful.
It was almost chilling and blood clotting
ââŠâŠâ
At that moment, Wen Jianyan had the illusion that he was captured.
He was rooted at his feet, unable to move in fear.
Until the cold and soft tip of the tongue climbed up, as wet and flexible as a snake, it tightly wrapped the young manâs white fingertip, licking and sucking greedily.
Donât!
Wen Jianyan woke up suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the whole person began to struggle!
However, the dark and quiet shadow around him boiled up, wriggling as if it had taken on life; the dark shadow wrapped around the youthâs waist, thighs, and arms, and then dragged him toward the manâs directionâ!
Wen Jianyan suddenly realised something.
This darkness⊠this space⊠itâs a part of the other personâs body.
This, how else to do!
Wen Jianyanâs whole body was tightly bound, and the muscles on his body were tense in tension and fear, but he couldnât move one bit, and could only watch the man getting closer and closer.
The upper body covered with strange runes leaned over.
A deeper, thicker darkness rolled around, spreading and licking every inch of the youthâs skin, devouring his body little by little.
âŠpain.
Itâs more of an emptiness and numbness than pain.
His body was disappearing, and the tightly bound limbs had lost their sense of existence.
The strength in his body was lost little by little.
After a brief trance and daze, Wen Jianyan suddenly realised that he was being eaten.
ââLiterally âBeing eatenâ.
Wen Jianyanâs pupils trembled, and the swear words that had accumulated in his mind for a lifetime lingered on the tip of his tongue, trying to pour out all of a sudden.
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
What the hell!!!
A pair of pale and strong arms with black runes spread across the surface solidified from the darkness
The man had already let go of Wen Jianyanâs fingers at this moment, he stretched out his hand, hugged the young manâs waist intimately, and pulled him into his arms.
He leaned down gently and touched the side of the young manâs neck with the tip of his icy nose, as if he was sniffing the other personâs warm and trembling skin, enjoying the fresh fragrance of flesh and blood.
Wen Jianyan shivered for a moment, then leaned back subconsciously, trying to avoid the other partyâs terrifying and dangerous behaviour.
Unfortunately, his struggles were almost ineffective.
Itâs over, itâs over, itâs over.
Iâm really going to be eaten now.
When Wen Jianyan was in despair. At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear: ăThe fruit of lies has ripened.ă
ăDo you want to eat it? ă
Wen Jianyanâs eyes widened, and he answered immediately, âYes!â
One hundred times, ten million times yes!
ăPlease tell a lie to the subject in front of you, and it will become a fact unconditionally. The time limit is one minute.ă
ăYou have three chances.ă
Wen Jianyan didnât waste much time on thinking, he looked at the man in front of him and said at the fastest speed: âYou never woke up!â
Clatter.
In mid-air, the delicate ten-sided dice began to turn.
ă27/20ă
ăFailureă
Wen Jianyan: ââŠâŠâ
My luck value, please cheer up!
ăYou have two more chancesă
Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth: ââŠyou canât hurt me.â
Clatter.
ă98/40ă
ăBig failureă
Wen Jianyan: ââŠâŠâ
Help.
ăYou have one more chance.ă
The mechanical voice sounded again.
With the passage of time, Wen Jianyanâs body had been unable to move, and had completely become numb from below the chest cavity.
The other party seemed to realise the unwillingness and resistance of the prey in his arms, and his arms tightened in displeasure.
Along with the creaking sound of the bones, a gasp was caught deep in his throat.
Wen Jianyanâs eyes darkened, and a creepy touch came from the skin on the side of his neck.
The man buried his head between his neck, and greedily licked the warm and white neck of the young man with his smooth and cold tongue. His sharp teeth picked up a little flesh and grinding it finely, as if he was tasting delicious food.
âŠOf course, for the ghost in front of him, he was indeed delicious food.
Lick, lick, lick your uncle.
Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and showed a hideous smile. When he was about to die, he couldnât care about anything else. With anger that had nowhere to vent, he said unscrupulously and maliciously:
âYou love me to death and canât wait to be my dog.â
Clatter.
ă1/5ă
ăGreat Successă
ăLie Judgement Successful.ă
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