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Chapter 70: Ancient Totem

There was a dead silence in his ears as if all sounds were isolated by the thick darkness.

Wen Jianyan’s heart was beating wildly, and he was feeling as if there was a bird fluttering its wings in his stomach. The intense sound of blood hitting his eardrum echoed in his ears, making his ears buzz.

His face was pale, but his expression was calm. He exhausted all his strength trying to control every nerve and muscle in his body with great difficulty, trying not to show real panic.

Be calm, be arrogant, and be aggressive!

Never let the other party see your bluff!

Wen Jianyan’s eyelashes trembled, and he raised them slightly, cautiously looking at the other party secretly through the gaps in his eyelashes.

Suddenly, his eyes met a pair of golden eyes devoid of any sadness or joy.

The man lowered his eyes and stared at him silently. His metallic pupils shone with a cold light in the darkness, giving him a blood-curdling sense of cruelty.

Wen Jianyan took a breath involuntarily, and his heartbeat accelerated again.

Hold on, just hold on!

There are less than ten minutes left!!

As long as he could survive until the end of the instance, he would win.

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[Aaaaaaahhhhhhh I’m so nervous, I can’t watch it!]

[Actually, after watching the recordings of the first two instances, I had felt that this liar would surely die, but now I’m not so sure…]

[Can the anchor survive this time? Let’s make a bet, my friends!]

[Speaking of which, the anchor’s current appearance is really something. I hate that the boss has no heart! What can’t be solved by stir-frying!]

[??? Upstairs, stop. This kind of thing can’t be broadcasted in the live broadcast room!]

As if knowing what Wen Jianyan was thinking, the cold darkness wrapped around him again, tightly bounding the young man’s scarred wrists and dragging him up from the ground again.

“!”

Wen Jianyan’s heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be calm and didn’t struggle, letting himself be dragged closer.

The man’s pale and handsome face was getting closer and closer.

Wen Jianyan couldn’t control the hairs all over his body standing on end, and like a cat reacting to stress, he involuntarily stretched his back.

The darkness was like silk, wrapping around the young man’s slender and fragile neck, forcing him to raise his head.

Wen Jianyan watched the other party lean down.

The long hair, as cold as running water, fell down and fell gently on Wen Jianyan’s skin, bringing a shivering itch.

“Do you really think I’ll forget?”

The man said slowly.

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

The other party reached out and pressed Wen Jianyan’s chest on the left. His movements were not heavy. His cold palm was pressed against the young man’s warm skin, stirring up the goosebumps all over his body, layer after layer:

“—What your love and devotion mean?”

The man raised the corners of his lips in an unclear manner and spoke in a low voice.

Wen Jianyan’s breathing suddenly became rapid, and his mind went blank at that moment. There were only two words left echoing in his ears:

It’s over.

This ghost is ready to turn over the old score! ! !

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt the darkness around his neck tighten instantly. He could hear his larynx creaking under the heavy pressure, and the air was squeezed out from his lungs. The feeling of lack of oxygen made him dizzy.

Wen Jianyan’s eyes went black for a while, and he felt that his consciousness was being pulled away little by little.

[email protected] it!

As long as the other party remembers to turn over the old score, based on his actions in the first two instances, he will definitely not be able to survive!

Anyway, his chance of surviving was probably reduced to zero, so Wen Jianyan simply broke the jar.

The anger that had been smoldering since being dragged into this rubbish live broadcast room for no reason suddenly burst out.

Wen Jianyan raised a pair of amber eyes that glistened with water, staring fiercely at the other party. He raised the corners of his lips and squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty:

“It means… as long as I get the chance, I will stab you to death.”

The young man’s eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of his eyes were stained a little red. His body was as if a pure white lamb, spread out in front of the eyes defenselessly, unable to resist under the powerful inhuman force.

However, he was still smiling, baring his white teeth, like a wolf that would not let go of its prey, with a fierce light shining in his eyes:

“So if you have the guts…this time…just kill me.”

“Coward.”

In the next second, the pressure on his throat suddenly released.

“Cough cough cough cough!”

The dry and cold air rushed into his lungs in an instant, scratching his throat painfully.

Wen Jianyan coughed heart-piercingly, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs. His eyes overflowed with physiological tears, and he was flushed from the ends of his eyes to his cheekbones.

?

What happened?

Why did he let go?

…Don’t want to kill anymore?

Wen Jianyan’s brain was a little confused due to the lack of oxygen.

This ghost is freaking insane, isn’t he?!

What the..?

In the next second, the other party’s hand climbed onto the young man’s neck. His cold fingertips casually caressed the red marks left by the consecutive strangulations on the other party’s neck.

The bright red color was particularly dazzling on his pale skin, and it was hot to the touch, forming a strong temperature difference with the man’s cold fingertips.

Wen Jianyan’s back stiffened suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at the ghost in front of him in surprise.

He recalled the cruel words he said just now under the surge of adrenaline and became horrified, and his heartbeat couldn’t help but accelerate again.

Could it be that……

Was the other party not satisfied just by strangling him like this?

Is he going to add a few more entertainment items before killing him?

The man bent down, staring at the young man in front of him with his emotionless golden eyes, and gently placed his fingertips on his jawline, stroking upward little by little.

Cold fingertips pressed Wen Jianyan’s lips.

After the life-and-death situation just now, the human lips were hot and trembling slightly, and the warm breath overflowed from the slightly parted lips and sprayed tremblingly on his fingertips.

“You have a nasty mouth.”

The man rubbed the other’s lower lip slowly, watching the bloodless paleness be replaced little by little by bright red, like crushed petals overflowing with bright and sweet flower juice.

His cold fingertips pried open the snow-white teeth, followed the gaps between the teeth little by little, and finally pressed on the wet and soft tongue, teasing and playing with the young man’s tongue.

He leaned over slightly, with a frightening elegance in his cold, golden pupils, and with a frightening smile:

“And a troublesome tongue.”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Get the fvck off!

Although he was gnashing his teeth in his heart, Wen Jianyan knew very well what it meant to act when seeing an opportunity and follow the trend.

His eyes were bent, and there was a little hot red at the ends. There were still tears in his amber eyes, but the warm tip of his tongue wrapped around his fingers tamely and softly, and even sucked them gently. 

The man’s pupils shrank subconsciously, and he pulled out his finger abruptly.

He frowned, staring fixedly at the young man in front of him, his expression a bit uncertain.

Wen Jianyan’s blocked mouth was finally free.

He breathed a sigh of relief and licked the numb side of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, then raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him; his voice was still hoarse, but he was already smiling:

“Really? I thought you liked my tongue.”

He narrowed his light-colored eyes slightly and said provocatively:

“It can do a lot more besides talk.”

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[Fvck… I… I’m dumbfounded…]

[Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! What kind of dirty talk is this, I can’t stand it, [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]]

[Aaahhhh, dog liar, what are you saying? Aaaahhh, my god, I think my head has exploded. Help! It’s really good. I can’t help but shriek!]

[Who can stand it? Who can stand it! I can’t stand it!]

“……”

The air fell into silence for a while, and the dark and depressing atmosphere expanded. There was a sense of horror that was about to explode, like an explosive that was about to be lit, which was daunting.

Finally, a low laugh sounded. The man squinted his golden eyes and said lightly, “I agree.”

This time, it was Wen Jianyan’s turn to be stunned.

Agree to what?

In the next second, his body was dragged up again by that terrifying force, and the whole person was dragged in front of the man.

“It’s a bet on the ownership of your soul, isn’t it?”

The man raised his hand to pinch the young man’s chin, and the depths of his golden pupils were filled with hungry and passionate flames: “Since this is the case, from today onwards, you are my bishop.”

He smiled and pressed his other hand on the young man’s lower abdomen. With a slight force from his cold fingertips, the sharp nails easily cut open the fragile skin.

“Hu-huh!”

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank, and he almost cried out in pain, but the trembling gasps and muffled grunts were swallowed back into his throat.

The cold and merciless pain stirred in his lower abdomen; the flesh was cut open, and the scalding scarlet blood gushed out from the wound, dripping down on his feet.

The dark and strange lines of the spell were re-dyed with scarlet blood.

It hurts so much.

Wen Jianyan had never been in such pain before. All the parts of his body covered by the patterns began to burn abnormally, as if some living thing was struggling to get out from under the skin, and everything from his soul to the bone marrow hurt uncontrollably.

His eyes darkened for a while, and he couldn’t help raising his hand to grab the shoulder of the man in front of him.

The other party did not slow down at all.

The young man’s white body was tense and trembling in severe pain; his skin was wet with sweat, and his whole body was almost exhausted. It was only because of the invisible force wrapped around his body that he did not curl up and fall down.

The lines of spells on his body faded little by little, but the pattern on his abdomen seemed to be stained with ink, and it looked even darker and dazzling under the scarlet blood, like some kind of complicated and ancient spell that was deeply branded into the depths of the skin.

That couldn’t be washed off or gouged out.

After an unknown amount of time, this seemingly endless torture finally stopped.

The man withdrew his hand lightly and licked off the blood left on his fingertips. He lowered his head and admired the new work he had left on the other’s body.

The blood was wiped off, and on the pale skin, there was a faint golden glow deep in the dark lines, like some kind of ancient totem, deeply imprinted on the lower abdomen near the hip bone.

The young man’s body trembled lightly. His black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, and his amber pupils were half-closed and slightly dilated. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, falling to the ground drop by drop and mixing with blood.

“This is my name.”

The ancient and cruel god smiled, and he leaned close to Wen Jianyan’s ear, saying in a soft and hoarse voice:

“Wu Zhu.”

“That way you can’t get away, my bishop.”

The author has something to say: 

Making a mark so that I could find my wife no matter where he goes, great!