Xingwang Hotel
Chapter 312: Don’t move
After listening to Wen Jianyan’s words, the other members of the team were stunned.
…What? Sleep?
At this time?
While everyone was in a daze, the young man standing in the corridor naturally turned around and walked into one of the rooms.
The few of them stared blankly as Wen Jianyan brushed past them and walked directly toward the large bed in the center of the room.
No way…
Is he really planning to rest at this time!!
Yun Bilan, Chen Mo, and the others exchanged uncertain glances. After a brief moment of hesitation, they hurriedly followed Wen Jianyan’s steps.
“……”
Wen Jianyan stood by the bed, raising his eyes, and his gaze naturally fell on the oil painting opposite the bed.
It was still a disturbing image. Although it was completely different from the paintings on the first and fourth floors, it was equally eerie, damp, and filled with an ominous, strange atmosphere.
Although they had been forced to hide in this room because they were being chased by the other team, this was also the first room they had entered after leaving the Rainy Town.
This meant that this would be the next “door” they would pass through after entering the Rainy Town.
Sleeping in front of such a painting was a huge psychological challenge for anyone.
However, that would be two hours later.
Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze and silently sighed.
He draped his damp coat over the back of a nearby chair and then directly flipped onto the bed.
At that moment, the other members of the team also walked in from the door.
They stared at Wen Jianyan on the bed with confused expressions. Yun Bilan frowned and asked in puzzlement, “Wait, what exactly happened to you…?”
Wen Jianyan didn’t plan to explain.
Because there was no way to explain it clearly.
“Is the door closed properly?” he asked.
Chen Mo and the others stepped forward and nodded, “Yes.”
“Good. Next, I need to sleep for a while,” Wen Jianyan said. “You all keep watch for me. Be very careful, and unless something urgent happens, don’t wake me up.”
To be honest, Wen Jianyan wasn’t sure if he could be woken up in that state.
After all, this wasn’t true rest in the proper sense; it just appeared as if he were sleeping to the others.
Chen Mo asked, “How long do you plan to rest?”
“I’m not sure.”
Wen Jianyan shrugged. “But I’ll make it quick.”
He didn’t want to stay in that space with Wu Zhu for too long.
The best-case scenario was that the other party was currently in a “clear-headed” state, remembering everything. He would get the information from them and leave as quickly as possible.
But if it wasn’t…
He had to be ready to use Plan B.
The others exchanged a glance and nodded.
“Alright.”
Although they didn’t understand why Wen Jianyan would suggest “resting” in such a situation, he must have his reasons and considerations. Since he wasn’t explaining, they didn’t plan to ask.
The group scattered to guard the entrance.
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, not removing his shoes but directly lying down.
Although the hotel was lit up, it didn’t mean that nothing unexpected could happen during this time. So, even though he was preparing to “sleep,” he still had to be ready to jump up and run at any moment.
He hid a blade in the palm of his hand, skillfully and subtly cutting the tip of his finger, lightly smearing the blood on the Ouroboros ring.
The warm, sticky liquid was instantly absorbed by the cold, heavy metal.
In the shadow where no one could see, the red light in the Ouroboros ring’s eye flickered briefly.
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The next moment, it felt as if only a few seconds had passed.
It also felt as if a century had gone by.
At some point, the sounds around him faded away.
The faint rustling of shoes against the carpet, the hidden sounds of breathing from the others in the room, all gradually disappeared, as if he were the only one left in the world. A complete silence.
It was time.
“……”
Wen Jianyan’s eyelashes fluttered, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
He sat up from the bed and scanned the surroundings.
After taking in the scene, Wen Jianyan couldn’t help but show an expression of astonishment.
Unlike in the anchor hall, where the furniture and surroundings hadn’t changed at all and only the shadows seemed to have spread, as if covered by a filter…
But here…
It was completely like a different world.
The once relatively clean, old wallpaper now appeared deplorable—dilapidated, incomplete, with cracks spreading across it. Dark, damp water stains seeped from the cracks, flowing down the walls, leaving streaks of water marks. All the other furniture in the room had decayed and rotted, leaning crookedly against the floor.
Drip, drip.
The sound of water droplets echoed in the room, hollow and monotonous.
The most important thing was…
The large oil painting frame directly facing the bed had disappeared, leaving only a dark, eerie hole. It seemed bottomless, like a passage to a terrifying alternate space, as if merely staring at it could draw one in.
Wen Jianyan was startled.
How could this happen?
He withdrew his gaze and rolled off the bed.
The next moment, with a splash, a wet sensation spread from beneath his feet.
“…!”
Wen Jianyan was taken aback.
He looked down at his feet.
He then realized that the entire floor of the room was covered in cold, eerie water, which had unknowingly risen over the top of his feet.
Perhaps due to the lack of lighting, the water’s surface was pitch black, reflecting nothing.
Wading through the water, Wen Jianyan walked toward the direction of the oil painting.
The closer he got to the dark hole, the colder the surrounding temperature became, as if icy winds were blowing from the black opening, sending a chill down his spine and making his hair stand on end.
He hesitated for a moment but ultimately placed one hand on the wall, carefully leaning forward—
“Clink.”
A faint metallic sound rang out behind him.
“?!”
Wen Jianyan was startled and quickly turned his head to look behind him.
The next moment, a blast of cold wind struck, and a cold, strong hand gripped his neck while another hand seized his wrist. Endless darkness rushed in, wrapping around his body and pulling him backward!
Wen Jianyan staggered, losing his balance.
With a splash, he was slammed into the cold water.
Above him, a pair of brilliant golden eyes glimmered with eerie light in the darkness, silently gazing down at him from above.
Damn it.
It seemed that the other party was still in the irrational state they had been in the last time they met, more like a beast driven by instinct than a rational being.
Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth.
It seemed his plan for a quick resolution wouldn’t work now.
Wen Jianyan struggled to lift his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He quickly raised his hand, grabbing the cold wrist choking him, his fingers feeling for the cold metal chain. His hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
“Let go.”
His voice seemed to carry an immense force, the final tone echoing through the narrow room.
“……”
Clink.
Accompanied by the clear sound of metal colliding, the cold fingers around his throat seemed to be pried open by some invisible force, slowly loosening until they finally moved away from his throat.
Wen Jianyan gasped, finally breaking free from the other’s grip, shakily standing up.
His shirt, which had almost dried from his body temperature, was now wet again. The collar was torn and disheveled, and the thin fabric clung tightly to his body. Cold water droplets dripped from his hair, making him look disheveled.
He pushed his wet hair behind his ear with one hand, while his sharp eyes noticed the other’s restless movements.
“Don’t move.”
He gritted his teeth and ordered coldly.
Clink.
The Ouroboros chain tightened.
The other person finally grew still.
“……”
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, wiped his wet face with his hand, and then lowered his head to look at the man in front of him.
It was Wu Zhu, without a doubt.
He leaned casually against the edge of the bed, his long black hair cascading down his shoulders. On his wrist, the metal shackles formed by the Ouroboros chain were visible, their ends silently vanishing into the darkness, as if to signify his status as a prisoner.
But…
Those eyes were completely at odds with his imprisoned state.
Golden, like flames burning in the dark, cold yet vibrant.
The gaze, which seemed capable of igniting everything, remained fixed on him, slowly wandering across his body. It slid down his warm, firm chest, following the smooth lines, as though it wanted to strip him bare with its gaze, examining him from top to bottom, as if to savor every part of him.
Just like the last time they met, there was little rationality in the other’s eyes—half primal, half confused.
“……”
Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, locking his gaze with the other without flinching or avoiding it. His face wore an expressionless mask, betraying no real emotions.
After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, his voice tinged with a hint of gritted teeth:
“So, the out-of-control state isn’t over yet, is it?”
“……”
Wu Zhu didn’t respond.
Of course, he wouldn’t answer.
After all, his current state was closer to what Wen Jianyan had seen in the first instance—a state of incompleteness, driven purely by instinct, without the ability to think or speak.
In other words, there was no information to be gained from Wu Zhu now, no answers to be had.
Wen Jianyan had expected this.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the feeling of frustration rising in his chest.
Although he was used to things not going as planned, it was still infuriating every time.
Fortunately, there were other clues in this place, aside from Wu Zhu.
Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, shifting his attention from Wu Zhu and turning to look at the large hole in the wall.
However, before he could do anything, the sound of metal clashing rang out again, like a trapped beast tearing at its collar, trying to break free from its control.
“?”
Wen Jianyan froze, turning to look at Wu Zhu, suddenly realizing something.
“Wait, so you don’t want me to go in?”
Just now, although Wu Zhu had indeed gripped his neck and seized his wrist, the intention wasn’t to harm him but to pull him backward.
The action had been violent, but the purpose seemed more about keeping him away from that place than about anger or control.
“What’s inside?”
Wen Jianyan’s eyes brightened, and as he asked, he stepped forward, becoming more aggressive: “What does this have to do with the instance? What does it have to do with you?”
He had a hunch ever since earlier…
The way this room appeared in the [Dream Space] might be connected to a deeper secret of this instance.
Wu Zhu still said nothing.
Well, that made sense. The other probably didn’t fully understand his words right now.
But this time, his gaze dropped slightly, landing on Wen Jianyan’s chest, showing a thoughtful expression.
…Wait.
Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something and glanced down.
His shirt was white, already thin, and now soaked with cold water; it clung tightly to his skin, faintly revealing a hint of pinkish-red.
“…………”
Wen Jianyan felt a surge of heat, mixed with anger, shoot up to his head.
This idiot!!!!
LMAOO WU ZHU YOU PERVERT😂😂