Chapter 62

For Wen Jianyan's "compliment", Su is now too lazy to deal with it.

Standing in the original, he took a deep breath and asked:

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

Wen Jianyan answered 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, and the slightly faded brass sign could vaguely see the four numbers 1316. Those chains and spells that sealed the door in the outer world had disappeared, only With a bare door panel, the empty corridor seemed particularly infiltrating.

The team of anchors who had just been led away was a hindrance behind the goal.

Su followed Wen Jianyan's gaze in that direction, his gaze fell on the house number, and he was stunned: "1316?"

He obviously also recalled the countless strange magic tools sealed outside this room when he was in the outer world, and he couldn't help but feel a little numb: "You, are you going to prepare to go in next?"

Although they had already entered once when he was outside, and found that it was empty after opening it, Su could still feel that this room was very unusual, and always felt a little apprehensive:

"I know this place was empty when I was out, but it's not necessarily empty now..."

Su tries to persuade Wen Jianyan to change the Lord.

"I know."

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

Su Yi was shocked: "What...?"

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

Su sucked in a breath and looked at 1316 with the door closed again: "Wait...difficult, did you just go in here?"

Wen Jian nodded: "wrong."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves and showed him the scars on his arms that had not yet healed.

On the fair skin, the corroded wounds showed a deep and thick red color, like deep and shallow rouge covering the limbs, bringing a shocking and strange beauty:

"These are the things I left in that room."

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

Wen Jianyan put down her sleeves and sighed deeply: "There is a way."

If you don't enter the tiger's "den", you can't get a tiger's cub.

He instructed Su: "It's still the same as when you're outside. You watch the wind at the door, and only use tools when I call you, understand? In the meantime, no matter what happens inside, don't act rashly."

Su's heart couldn't help but mention his throat.

He suppressed the nervousness in his heart and nodded slowly.

After getting a positive answer from the other party, Wen Jianyan turned around and approached the door of 1316 step by step. There was a wet and sticky squirming sound.

The memory linked to this slowly recovered.

Recalling the provocative death-defying remarks he made when he broke into this place last time, Wen Jianyan couldn't help numbness and sweaty palms.

Seriously, if he had known that this day would come, he would never have said it to death!

Regret, really regret.

Wen Jianyan wiped her face.

He took a deep breath and checked the backpack from his mobile phone at the door. After confirming that all the accessories were correct, Wen Jianyan finally calmed down, raised his hand and pressed it on the doorknob, then lowered slightly. Shi.

"Squeak-"

The harsh metal friction sounded in the depths of the corridor, and the door panel slowly slid towards the door following his movements.

The strong, bloody aura that seems to be able to devour a person rushes in, and the icy ominous feeling is like some kind of slippery and sticky cold-blooded animal, climbing up along the skin.

In the next second, a huge volume came from the door, and Wen Jianyan was dragged in!

"Pfft!"

The scarlet tentacles went straight through his chest, tore open the flesh, the sound of broken bones resounded clearly in the room, and warm blood splattered from the wound.

The youth's face suddenly changed, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Wen Jianyan coughed, spit out blood, and hooked the corners of her bloody lips, with a hint of helplessness in her voice:

"...Well, I deserve it."

Pretty much the same as he expected.

The sound of the system machinery sounded in the ear:

"Ding, it was detected that the anchor suffered fatal injuries, [Lin Qing's doctor's certificate] has been activated."

In the next second, the wound on Wen Jianyan's chest began to heal quickly, the bones were re-borrowed, and the organs began to recover. Under the clothes fabric with a big hole, the wounds with broken flesh and bones began to repair themselves and gradually grow back.

Wen Jianyan's face turned even brighter, his eyebrows jumped, and he bit his teeth fiercely.

Oh shit.

The fix wasn't painless.

"You are so brave."

The vague and chaotic voice resounded in the room again: "Actually, dare to come back."

"Of course."

Wen Jianyan raised a bloody face, his chest heaved up and down quickly under the severe pain, his forehead was wet with sweat, the lines from his jaw to his neck were tight and trembling slightly.

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

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

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"God, it hurts to look at me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm guilty. Seeing this dog liar reluctantly deceives people, I actually... shamefully excited."

"Woooooooo, the battle damage is really good."

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

"No, quite the opposite,"

Wen Jianyan looked up, her amber eyes half-squinted: "In the next minute, you may not see anyone more honest than me."

With his wound repair skills, the chest under the broken cloth became smooth and unscathed.

The sound of the system sounds in the ear:

"Because the anchor received *Lin Qing's blessing, it has improved utility."

[One minute golden body has been obtained]

【00:01:00】

A thin, golden-colored film covered the young man's body, completely wrapping him in it, helping him to block any damage that was trying to be inflicted on him.

Obviously, the "existence" in room 1316 also recognized this day, and it dragged Wen Jianyan into the wall again, wrapping the other's body with scarlet, corrosive flesh, trying to eat away his body. Shrouded protective layer.

If this continues, as long as one minute is over, he will definitely die without burial.

But the other thing is that Wen Jianyan didn't dodge or dodge, and didn't resist.

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

The youth's voice is smooth and articulation is clear and calm.

Under the wrapping of the wall of flesh and blood, he raised his arm with difficulty, and the almost broken cloth was scattered at the 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, and climbed along the shoulders to the junction of the neck and chest, rising and falling slightly with the young man's breathing. write.

Under the shroud of a scarlet luster, it was like a living thing, tightly binding the other's firm body full of life.

"You, again, say the same lie."

That voice didn't eat Wen Jianyan's words at all: "You, don't respect, Father God..."

"You're wrong."

Wen Jianyan gave a short laugh and made no secret of admitting: "I am indeed a believer of God the Father, but I believe in his existence, acknowledge his strength, and conditional respect and love, which are different."

"He's the all-powerful God, our Father, our Lord, right?"

Wen Jianyan stared at the wriggling scarlet wall for a moment, and in the depths of her amber eyes, there was an indescribable gloomy glimmer:

"Then, where was he when I was in a desperate situation?"

"You are burdened with huge resentments and burdens, but you are imprisoned by the followers of Evil Bodhisattva. Where is he when you are forced to be trapped in the narrow space of 1316 forever?"

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and it landed on a row of black pottery soul lock altars not far away.

His voice is very calm, but in the depths of the seemingly unwavering voice line, there seems to be a silent and turbulent stormy sea:

"Where was he when his people were being slaughtered, persecuted, tortured, wailing and crying, begging the Father to save him?"

"..."

The other party was silent.

"God doesn't love me."

Wen Jianyan said decisively:

"In this case, what qualifications does such a god have for me to respect? What qualifications does he have for our unconditional faith and love?"

His eyes are like sharp blades that can see through all falsehoods: "It's hard to say, during this period of time, have you never questioned the existence of God the Father? Do you have any resentment or anxiety in your heart?"

The youth's voice is like a devil to "bewitch" people's hearts:

"Difficult, don't you want to be free?"

"Or, are you willing to stay in this narrow room, lamenting, praying, and waiting for the "salvation" that God the Father doesn't know when?"

"Indeed, I came here to wake up God the Father and free him from the seal, but I have changed the Lord." Wen Jianyan said slowly:

"Why wait for his deliverance? Why put hope in the mercy of the gods?"

"It is better to ask God than to ask."

Wen Jianyan smiled, her amber eyes narrowed, and a little scarlet light was reflected in the bottom of her eyes:

"Why do we have to be believers when we have the opportunity to be gods?"

"Gods need believers to be called gods, and gods with believers are worthless."

The youth whispered:

"It's not that we need him, it's that he needs us."

This remark is really too bold and terrifying. The wall stopped wriggling for a while, and its voice sounded again. It was still stuck and stumbling, but it seemed especially panic and blue:

"You, this is disrespectful...!"

"As I said, in this minute, there will be no human being more honest than me in this world."

The one-minute countdown is over.

The golden "color" film covering Wen Jianyan's body disappeared instantly.

But he still moved, letting his body corrode, except that his complexion was paler than usual, he seemed to have any change from usual.

"Continue to believe in your Father God, and you won't get anything."

"You will continue to be kept forever in a narrow space of less than 100 square meters, and they will be stuffed forever in a jar the size of a palm, enduring endless torture and pain."

On the youth's body, spell-like lines spread, like branches and ropes.

"I have a way to free you from 1316, I have a way to make those four innocent souls who died tragically go home, and I have a way to make the woman who imprisoned and tortured you punished."

The young man smiled and said:

"And God the Father, is still sleeping."

Despair is a great way to foster faith.

Wen Jianyan raised her head, the arc of her neck was pale and graceful, with a wonderful sense of fragility.

"If that's the case, why don't you try to believe me?"

"I won't take your faith, and I won't change my love and worship of the Father, because you see, I'm also a believer of evil spirits," Wen Jianyan said softly:

"I just think, sometimes...

Even believers of gods need a savior on earth."

He smiled lightly, and the corners of his brows and eyes exuded an invisible, sinful fragrance: "Isn't it?"