Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

The live broadcast square was boiling.

Just a minute ago, the D-level dungeon of Decai Middle School suddenly rushed up the list without warning, floating up four areas in an instant, and jumped directly to the top of the entire square! Tied for third with a B-level dungeon, while the other two dungeons above it are all level dungeons.

How can it be? This is something that has never happened before! In the end what happened!

The audience in the live broadcast plaza was aroused, and immediately rushed to the [Decai Middle School] live broadcast hall.

Under the dungeon name, a blood-red logo flashed.

Hall Difficulty Rating: D+

The highest unlock progress in history: 100%

Viewing Value: A

"My God! 100%! A streamer has completed the 100% progress of the copy of Decai Middle School! This is the completion of the main storyline!"

"Not only has the difficulty increased, but the viewing value has also increased! My mother, my mother, my mother! What the **** happened in this dungeon!"

"And it seems that there are still several hours left before the end of the dungeon, right? The main storyline is completed so soon? What kind of perverts are the anchors in this dungeon!"

"Good bull, good bull! I'm rushing!"

While the audience was discussing enthusiastically, suddenly, an audience member realized a blind spot that had been neglected before:

"Eh? Wait, I remember that if you finish the main story ahead of time and get through 100% of the progress, the instance can end automatically, right?"

"…it seems to be like this."

The rest of the audience were taken aback.

That's right, logically speaking, no matter how much time is left in the dungeon to survive, as long as the main task is completed, the whole dungeon will be cleared automatically.

but…

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help turning their attention to the upper right corner of the live broadcast hall.

There, the bright red characters are slowly flashing, which is extraordinarily dazzling and cannot be ignored at all.

【LIVE】

Live.

Almost at the same time, the exact same question emerged in the minds of all the audience:

Why is this dungeon not over yet?

Wen Jianyan's eyes were spinning.

The strong sense of weightlessness pulled him, and the whole person seemed to be falling down quickly, fear choked his neck, and the feeling of suffocation made his eyes dark—

"Well…!"

Before passing out, Wen Jianyan let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The word "land" is not used accurately enough.

There was a thick black shadow under him, and the only thing he could feel was the coldness seeping out of it.

Looking around, I can only see the boundless darkness. This space seems to be independent from the whole world. The passage of time has long stopped, and there is a dead silence in my ears.

Wen Jianyan could only hear the sound of chaotic and rapid breathing, the beating of the heart was chaotic and impatient, the blood flow pumped to the ear, and hit the eardrum 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 was called "Father God" by the mirror was still clearly visible.

...He can no longer be called a phantom.

His body is solid and stable, submerged in shadows from the waist down, above the slender and pale limbs, the strange runes of fangs and claws spread along the tight texture.

In all fairness, this male body is exceptionally perfect, almost surpassing the boundaries of gender, as if it were finely carved like a work of art, and the dark runes add a bit of evil and wild beauty to it.

Wen Jianyan felt the hairs on his back.

The opponent's body is sleeping with a huge power that he can't understand. Because of his existence, the whole space is filled with a high-density sense of oppression. If there is no way to escape, Wen Jianyan will turn around without looking back. Just run, run as far as you can, never get half a step closer to the other party.

He raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.

calm down.

According to the current known situation, there is a high probability that this so-called "Father God" will not be able to wake up temporarily, otherwise "Mr. Mirror" would not spend a lot of time collecting human souls just to wake him up.

Therefore, I should focus on finding a way to leave now, instead of worrying about the phantom.

After straightening out her thoughts, Wen Jianyan calmed down a lot.

In this space, apart from the sleeping "Father God", there is only a boundless emptiness and dead silence, and it is impossible 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 users displayed in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room tripled, almost approaching 30,000 people!

Obviously, there will be prompts inside the live broadcast room when the host turns off and turns on the barrage hiding function.

Therefore, almost the moment Wen Jianyan opened the barrage, the entire live broadcast room was swiped by enthusiastic audiences.

"Oh! The anchor is here! The anchor is here!"

"Come here because of the name! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the main story! I just don't know why the dungeon is not over yet. Can anyone tell me? [Reward points 50]"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah anchor nb! Continue squatting in the anchor tuba!"

"? What? Am I the only one who clicked in because of the anchor's face? Wife sticks!"

"Guna, the love rival in front! My wife, ignore him, my wife is here to lie to me! [Reward points 100]"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

I don't know why, but I always feel that the wind direction of the barrage is a bit weird.

After ignoring those barrages with strange styles, Wen Jianyan suddenly saw a very important barrage, and accurately captured the hidden information in it.

He was slightly taken aback:

"So, as long as the main task is completed, will the copy end automatically?"

"Yes, yes!"

"No matter how long it takes to survive, as long as the main task is completed, all players in the entire instance can automatically clear the level."

That's weird.

Wen Jianyan rubbed his chin and asked, "Speaking of which, have you seen that sleeping man over there in other live broadcast rooms?"

"Nope..."

"I haven't really seen it, but from this angle, it seems to look a little nice."

"This should be the BOSS in this dungeon, right? I don't know. After all, the highest unlocking rate in this dungeon was only 72%. The current highest record is still set by you."

...and in the end there was still no clue.

Wen Jianyan sighed, and after a brief thank you, he closed the bullet screen again, and opened the store interface with the last gleam of expectation.

—Maybe there are some props that can help him escape?

Although the previous points were emptied once, after completing several tasks later and receiving many rewards from the audience, Wen Jianyan now has a sufficient balance of points, even if he has not yet reached the point where he can redeem the items in the system mall. It is enough to buy some expensive and precious props.

However, when Wen Jianyan opened the store interface with confidence, he suddenly felt bad.

All the products in the store are gray, no matter how much he clicks, he can't buy them.

In just a few seconds, he went from a rich man who possessed tens of thousands of wealth to a pauper who had nowhere to spend although he had tens of thousands of wealth.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

I really want to hit someone.

I really suspect that you're **** targeting me, trash studio!

He took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and opened the live broadcast room again.

Obviously, other viewers in the live broadcast room have not seen this scene either.

They rushed to give Wen Jianyan advice, but most of the suggestions were worthless until—

"How about the anchor go to that NPC to look for clues? Maybe there will be a way to leave."

Wen Jianyan's eyelids bounced ominously twice.

It's not like he didn't think about this road.

But as a life-saving person who is accustomed to seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, he has been trying to find other ways to avoid close contact with that dangerous NPC.

But... Now it seems that there is no other way but this way.

Wen Jianyan sighed in frustration.

He closed the barrage, and then moved step by step, reluctantly approaching the sleeping man not far away—

I don't know if it's because we have been living together peacefully for a short period of time, Wen Jianyan has gradually gotten used to the terrifying aura surrounding the other party, and even has the leisure to look at the other party's face curiously.

As the distance approached, the other party's face gradually became clearer.

It was an extremely pale face, as lifeless as ice.

However, his facial features are extremely handsome.

Even the word handsome seems insignificant.

That kind of shocking, purely visual impact is almost beyond common sense, to the point of almost absurdity, attracting everyone's attention like a magnetic pole.

He floated peacefully in the darkness, his long black hair spread out like flowing water, falling on the white as marble texture.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, if it looks so good-looking, the chance of being a ghost is even greater.

He stopped cautiously a few steps away from the man.

While Wen Jianyan was trying to do psychological work for herself, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in her ear:

[E-level anchor... Zizi... The task is being released...]

In the dark silence, Wen Jianyan was almost moved when he heard such a familiar voice suddenly.

until…

[? ? Mission: with ? ? ? body. Liquid exchange thirty seconds]

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He stared blankly at the blood-red 30-second countdown attached to his line of sight, and fell silent.

ha?

…What did you say?

what task? exchange for what?

You are sick! What 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 sight steadily, and the bright red font seemed to be taunting him silently above his head:

【00:30】

"..." Wen Jian said.

I'll go to your uncle's stupid live broadcast room.

However, even now, in order to leave this dark and strange space, Wen Jianyan had to bite the bullet and give it a try no matter how weird the task was.

The so-called body/fluid exchange generally has two ways, kissing, or some kind of physical communication that cannot be broadcast live.

However, facing the strange NPC who was neither a human nor a ghost, who was almost a corpse, no matter what he looked like, Wen Jianyan was not prepared to adopt any of the two strategies of kissing him or touching him—he thought he had not yet It's so serious, and I don't have the habit of broadcasting such private things live.

Wen Jianyan bit the bullet and took a step forward.

The man fell asleep soundlessly in front of him, looking like an overly terrifying large time bomb.

Wen Jianyan frowned and bit her fingertips, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound.

- Blood is also body/fluid.

He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

The white **** fingertips stayed on top of the other's tightly closed pale lips for a few seconds, patter, the bright red hot blood dripped down on the man's lower lip, and flowed into the gap between the lips.

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes hard, and finally made five seconds of mental preparation, and then mustered up the courage to press down her fingertips.

The man's lips were as cold as ice, and the extremely low temperature was like needles irritating Wen Jianyan's fingertips.

But to his surprise, contrary to the marble-like cold and pale appearance, the other party's lips were soft, and under his tense force, they almost opened slightly without resistance.

Even more **** weird.

Wen Jianyan shivered, shaking off the goosebumps that had risen up on his skin, then gritted his teeth, heartbroken, and kept on doing nothing, using his fingertips to pry open the other's tightly closed teeth, sucking the blood flowing The warm and **** fingertips pressed against the other's unresponsive tongue.

【00:29】

The blood-red countdown above his head began to move, and although it was slow, the number was decreasing steadily and smoothly.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems to work.

He stared at the constantly beating numbers above his head in torment. Thirty seconds, which could fly by in the blink of an eye, seemed extraordinarily long now, as if there was a century between each second.

Suddenly, the numbers stopped.

【00:12】

With more than ten seconds left, the blood-red countdown stopped suddenly, and there was no trace of walking.

Wen Jianyan blinked in disbelief.

what happened?

After a short period of panic, Wen Jianyan quickly realized what the problem was - most likely the wound was too small and no longer oozes blood.

If I knew I had bitten harder just now, I wouldn't have to suffer a second injury now.

He sighed with some headache, and was about to pull his fingers back.

—The next second, the feeling of being bitten came from the fingertips.

Wen Jianyan gasped, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked down in horror.

A pair of golden eyes stared at him in the dark.

The color was like molten gold, revealing a kind of inorganic fanaticism and cruelty. He silently stared at the young man in front of him, like a predator eyeing its prey, bloody, inhuman, primitive and powerful.

Almost chills down the spine and blood clots.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan had the illusion of being captured.

Roots were rooted to his feet, unable to move in fear.

Until the cold and soft tip of the tongue climbed up, moist and flexible like a snake, it wrapped around the young man's white fingertips vigorously, licking and sucking greedily.

No!

Wen Jianyan woke up suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he began to struggle!

However, the originally dark and peaceful shadow around him boiled, wriggling as if possessing life, the dark shadow wrapped around the young man's waist, thighs, and arms, and then dragged him towards the man—!

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something.

This darkness... this space... itself is a part of the opponent's body.

This, how to play this!

Wen Jianyan's whole body was **** tightly, and the muscles on his body were tense in tension and fear, but he couldn't move an inch, and could only watch helplessly as the man got closer and closer.

The upper body covered with weird runes leaned over.

The deeper and thicker darkness rolled, spread and licked every inch of the young man's skin, swallowing his body bit by bit.

…pain.

Rather than pain, it is more of a void and numbness.

The body is disappearing, and the tightly bound limbs lose their sense of existence little by little.

The strength in the body is lost little by little.

After a brief trance and daze, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that he was being eaten.

— Literally "edible."

Wen Jianyan's pupils trembled, and the swear words accumulated in his mind for a lifetime were lingering on the tip of his tongue, trying to gush out.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

Damn it! !

A pair of pale but strong arms solidified from the darkness, black runes spread across the texture.

At this moment, the man had already let go of Wen Jianyan's fingers. He stretched out his hand, hugged the young man's waist intimately, and pulled him into his arms.

He bent down gently, and touched the side of the young man's neck with the tip of his cold nose, as if he was sniffing the warm and trembling skin of the other party, enjoying the fragrance of fresh flesh and blood.

Wen Jianyan shuddered, and subconsciously leaned back, trying to avoid the other party's terrifying and dangerous behavior.

Sadly, his struggles were mostly ineffective.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

This time it is really going to be eaten.

When Wen Jianyan was in despair, at this moment, a voice sounded in his ear: [The fruit of lies is ripe]

[Whether to eat? 】

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened, and she answered firmly, "Yes!"

One hundred times, ten million times!

[Please tell a lie to the subject in front of you, it will unconditionally become the truth, and the time limit is one minute]

【You have three chances】

With almost no time to think about it, Wen Jianyan looked at the man in front of him, and said as fast as he could: "You never woke up!"

Gululu.

In midair, the delicate ten-sided dice began to spin.

【27/20】

【fail】

Wen Jianyan: "..."

My lucky value, cheer up!

【You have two more chances】

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth: "...you can't hurt me."

Gululu.

【98/40】

【Big failure】

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Help.

【You have another chance】

The inorganic voice sounded again.

With the passage of time, Wen Jianyan's body could no longer move, and he completely lost consciousness from the chest down.

The other party seemed to be aware of the unwillingness and resistance of the prey in his arms, and his arms tightened in displeasure.

Accompanied by the groaning of bones, a gasp was caught deep in his throat.

Wen Jianyan's eyes turned black, and the skin on the side of his neck felt creepy.

The man buried his head in his neck, greedily licking the young man's warm and white neck with his smooth and cold tongue, and finely grinding a bit of flesh with his sharp teeth, as if he was tasting delicious food.

…Of course, he is also delicious food for the ghosts in front of him.

Lick lick, lick your uncle's lick.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and showed a ferocious smile. When he was on the verge of death, he couldn't care less about anything else. With anger that had nowhere to vent, he said unscrupulously and maliciously:

"You love me so much that you wish you could be my dog."

Gululu.

【1/5】

【Big success】

[Successful detection of lies]

Chapter end