Su Cheng was too lazy to pay attention to Wen Jianyanâs âpraiseâ.
He stood still and took a breath, and asked:
âSo, whatâs next? How do we do it?â
Wen Jianyan didnât answer directly, but turned his head and looked into the depths of the corridor not far away.
Under the dark red light, the door of one of the apartments was closed tightly, and the four numbers 1316 were faintly visible on the slightly faded brass sign. The chains and spells that sealed the door in the outside world had disappeared, leaving only a bare door panel, and in the empty corridor, it seemed particularly infiltrating.
The team of anchors who had just been diverted away was the last obstacle in reaching their destination.
Su Cheng followed Wen Jianyanâs gaze and looked in that direction. His eyes fell on the house number, and he was startled: â1316?â
He obviously also recalled the countless weird magical artifacts sealing this room from outside when he was in the outside world, and he couldnât help but feel his scalp tingling: âYou, are you going to go in next?â
Although they had already entered it once when they were in the outside world and found it empty after opening it, Su Cheng still instinctively felt that this room was very unusual, and always felt a little apprehensive:
âI know it was empty when we were outside, but itâs not necessarily empty nowâŚâ
Su Cheng tried to persuade Wen Jianyan to change his mind.
âI know.â
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned to look at Su Cheng, and said dryly, âIâve been in before.â
Su Cheng was surprised: âWhatâŚ?â
âDidnât we separate when we first came in?â Wen Jianyan said slowly.
Su Cheng took a breath and looked at the closed door of apartment 1316 again: âWait⌠Did you go in here?â
Wen Jianyan nodded: âThatâs right.â
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and showed the other party the unhealed wounds on his arms.
On the fair skin, those wounds caused by corrosion were of a deep and thick red color, like deep and shallow rouge covering the limbs, bringing a shocking and weird beauty:
âThese were when I was in that room.â
Su Chengâs eyes widened slightly, a little unbelievable: âThen youâre still planning to go in?â
Wen Jianyan put down his sleeves, and sighed with some pain: âThere is no other way.â
How could you get tiger cubs if you didnât enter the tigerâs den?
He told Su Cheng: âItâll be the same as before. You keep an eye on the situation at the door and only use props when I call you, understand? In the meantime, no matter what happens inside, donât act rashly.â
Su Chengâs heart couldnât help but raise up to his throat.
He suppressed the tension in his heart and nodded slowly.
After receiving an affirmative answer from the other party, Wen Jianyan turned around and approached the door of apartment 1316 step by step. The further he moved forward, the stronger the smell of blood became. Through the thin door panel, he could almost hear the smell of blood, and there was a wet and sticky wriggling sound coming from inside.
His memory related to this slowly recovered.
Recalling his provocative death remarks when he broke into this place last time, Wen Jianyan couldnât help but feel his scalp tingle and his palms wet with sweat.
To be honest, if he had known this day would come, he would never have spoken so harshly back then!
Regret⌠Heâs really regretful.
Wen Jianyan wiped his face.
He took a deep breath and looked down at the door to check the backpack on his mobile phone. After confirming that all the props were correct, Wen Jianyan finally calmed down, raised his hand, pressed it on the doorknob, and then slightly applied some force.
âSqueakââ
The harsh sound of metal friction sounded in the depths of the corridor, and the door panel slowly slid inward along with his strength.
A strong, bloody smell that seemed to be able to swallow people rushed toward his face, and the cold, ominous feeling was like some kind of cold-blooded animal, slippery and sticky, slowly climbing up the skin.
In the next second, a great force came from inside the door, pulling Wen Jianyan in violently!
âSqwelp!â
The scarlet tentacles pierced straight through his chest, tearing open the flesh; the sound of bones breaking clearly resounded in the room, and warm blood splattered out from the wound.
The young manâs face suddenly turned pale, and his pupils abruptly constricted.
âCough cough, cough cough cough.â
Wen Jianyan coughed a few times, turned his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood. The corners of his pale, bloody lips curled up, and his voice was somewhat helpless:
ââŚwell, I deserve it.â
It was about the same as he had expected before entering the door.
The systemâs mechanical sound sounded in the ears again:
ăDing, it has been detected that the anchor suffered a fatal injury; âLin Qingâs doctor certificateâ has been activated.ă
In the next second, the wound on Wen Jianyanâs chest began to heal quickly, the bones were restored, and the organs began to recover. Under the fabric of the clothes, where a big hole was torn, the flesh and bone wounds began to repair themselves and gradually healed again.
Wen Jianyanâs face turned even paler, his brows twitched, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.
Damn it.
This repair is not painless.
âYou⌠are so brave.â
The vague and chaotic voice sounded again in the room: âStill dare to come back.â
âCertainly.â
Wen Jianyan raised his bloodless face; his chest was heaving rapidly under the severe pain, his forehead was pale and wet with sweat, and the line from his chin to his neck was tight and trembling slightly.
However, there was still a faint, almost intimate smile on his lips:
âAfter all, I think we hit it off pretty well.â
In the âIntegrity Firstâ live broadcast room:
[God, it hurts me to look at it!]
[Sorry, Iâm guilty. Seeing the way this dog liar is trying to deceive people, Iâm actually⌠shamefully excited.]
[Woo-hoo, battle damage wife is really bewitching.]
âYou⌠are dishonest.â There was an unskilled pause in the voice.
âNo, quite the opposite.â
Wen Jianyan raised his head, his amber eyes half-closed: âIn the next minute, you may not meet someone who is more honest than me.â
His wounds were healed successfully, and the chest under the torn cloth became white and smooth again, without leaving any scar.
The system prompt sounds in his ears:
ăBecause the anchor has received *Lin Qingâs blessing, the effectiveness of the props has been increased.ă
ăThe one-minute golden body has been obtainedă
ă00:01:00ă
A thin, shimmering golden film engulfed the young manâs body, completely enveloping him and assisting him in blocking any damage that was attempted on him.
Obviously, the âexistenceâ in room 1316 was also aware of this, and it dragged Wen Jianyan into the wall again, wrapping the opponentâs body in scarlet, corrosive flesh, trying to eat away the protective layer that shrouded him.
If it continued like this, as long as the time was delayed until the end of the minute, he would definitely die without a place to bury him.
But surprisingly, Wen Jianyan didnât dodge or resist.
âI am a believer in God the Father. This time, the purpose of my coming is to break the seal and wake him up from his deep sleep.â
The young manâs voice was steady, and his pronunciation was clear and calm.
He struggled to raise his arm from beneath the covering of the wall of flesh and blood, at this point the already torn fabric completely scattered, exposing half of his body.
The dark, spell-like lines appeared on his fair skin. At this moment, it almost completely covered Wen Jianyanâs arm, climbed along his shoulder to the junction of his neck and chest, and slightly undulated with the young manâs panting.
Under the shroud of scarlet luster, it was like a living creature tightly bound to the other partyâs firm body that was full of vitality.
âYou..again..the same lie.â
That voice didnât like Wen Jianyanâs words at all: âYou..disrespect..God the FatherâŚâ
âYouâre right.â
Wen Jianyan gave a short laugh and admitted unabashedly: âI am indeed a believer of God the Father. I believe in his existence and admit his strength. But the conditions of respect and love are different.â
âHeâs the omnipotent God, our Father, our Lord, isnât he?â
Wen Jianyan stared at the creeping scarlet wall in front of him for a moment, and there was an inexplicable gloomy glimmer in the depths of his amber eyes:
âSo, where was he when I was in a desperate situation?â
âYou have huge resentment and power, but you are imprisoned here by the followers of the evil Bodhisattva. âWhere was he when you were forced to be trapped in the small space of 1316 forever?â
The young manâs gaze moved slightly and landed on a row of black soul-locking altars not far away.
His voice was very calm, but in the depths of the seemingly unwavering voice, it seemed that there were silent and turbulent waves hidden:
âWhere was he when his people were slaughtered, persecuted, and tortured, howling and wailing, begging God the Father to save them?â
ââŚâŚâ
The other party was silent.
âGod doesnât love me.â
Wen Jianyan said firmly:
âIn that case, what qualifications does such a god have for me to honor? What qualifications does he have for our unconditional faith and love?â
His eyes seemed to be able to see through all falsehood: âCould it be that during this period of time, you have never questioned the existence of God the Father at all? Donât you have any resentment or anxiety in your heart?â
The youthâs voice was as deceptive as a devilâs:
âDonât you want to be free?â
âOr are you willing to stay in this narrow room of 1316, lamenting, praying, and waiting for the âsalvationâ that God the Father will bring at any time?â
âIndeed, the purpose of my coming here was to wake up God the Father and release him from the seal, but now Iâve changed my mind.â Wen Jianyan said slowly:
âWhy wait for him to rescue us? Why put your hope in the mercy of God?â
âIt is better to ask God than to ask yourself.â
Wen Jianyan smiled, his amber eyes narrowed, and there was a little scarlet light reflected in his eyes:
âWhy do we have to be believers when we have the opportunity to be gods?â
âGods need believers to be called gods, and gods without believers are worthless.â
The youth whispered:
âItâs not that we need him, itâs that he needs us.â
This remark was so unprecedentedly bold and terrifying that the wall stopped squirming for a while. The voice sounded again, still suturing and stumbling, but it seemed extraordinarily panicked and pale:
âYou..are..disrespectfulâŚ!â
âAs I said, at this minute, no human being in this world is more honest than me.â
The one-minute countdown was over.
The golden film covering Wen Jianyanâs body disappeared instantly.
But he still didnât move. Despite his body being corroded, except that his face was paler than usual, he looked almost the same as usual.
âContinue to believe in your God the Father, and you will get nothing.â
âYou will continue to be permanently kept in a narrow space of less than 100 square meters, while they will be forever stuffed in small jars, only the size of a palm, enduring endless torture and pain.â
On the young manâs body, spell-like lines spread, like branches and ropes.
âI have a way to liberate you from 1316, I have a way to bring those four innocent souls back home, and I have a way to punish the woman who imprisoned and tortured you.â
The young man smiled and said:
âAnd God the Father is still sleeping.â
Despair was the best way to give birth to faith.
Wen Jianyan raised his head; the curve of his neck was pale and graceful, with a wonderful sense of fragility.
âIn that case, why donât you try to trust me?â
âI will not replace your belief, nor will I change my love for and worship of God the Father, because, as you see, I am also a believer of the evil spirit,â Wen Jianyan said softly:
âI just feel that sometimesâŚ
Even believers of gods need a savior in the world.â
He smiled slightly, with an invisible, sinful fragrance exuding from the corners of his brows and eyes: âIsnât it?â
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