WTNL Chapter 245

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Changsheng Building
Chapter 245: What happened during the ten minutes of disconnection?

Changsheng Building, Fourth Floor.

In the dim light and gray mist, the real team battle began.

On the third floor, although the Dark Fire team lost Wen Jianyan, Qi Qian’s talent also reached its activation period, and with Zhang Yu back in a recovered state, the entire team’s strength immediately surged again.

Moreover, the shop they drew on the third floor wasn’t too difficult. With the full help of the Prophet, their team was the first to enter the fourth floor.

After entering the fourth floor, they didn’t immediately use the key to open the shop door. After all, once the shop door was opened and the oil lamp lit, the hidden countdown of the “Changsheng Building” instance would start, plunging into darkness precisely fifteen minutes later, killing all teams that hadn’t made it up, which would be a loss for them.

So, after entering the fourth floor, they didn’t rush into the shop but stayed in the corridor, lying in wait for other teams to arrive.

Although the Dark Fire team’s combat power remained intact, the other teams weren’t as lucky. They all suffered casualties in the previous three floors. While they managed to enter the fourth floor with a mix of luck and skill, they were all essentially at their limits.

On one hand, their strength was insufficient, and on the other, Qi Qian’s suggestion was reasonable… After all, in such a team competition instance, it was necessary to reduce the number of competing teams.

Thus, facing Qi Qian’s proposal for cooperation, the other teams had no objections.

The Orange Candy team, although suffering combat losses, thanks to Wen Jianyan, made it through the toughest third floor unscathed. Plus, their configuration was extremely suitable for team battles, and their members had rich combat experience. Even though they were up against several times their own number, they didn’t fall behind.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of blood, and the atmosphere of slaughter was pervasive.

Battles raged on multiple fronts, and although the enemies were humans, the attacks were as ruthless as if they were facing ghosts. In the Nightmare live stream, this was the norm.

Bloody, cold, and cruel, to protect their teammates and for a chance at survival, they didn’t hesitate to kill other human anchors.

“Prophet, fall back!”

Qi Qian and An Xin protected Su Cheng, who was unarmed, in the middle of the formation to prevent him from being affected.

Su Cheng stood behind them, his eyes fixed on the ever-changing battlefield not far away, his fists clenched tightly, mind in turmoil.

One had to admit, the Orange Candy team lived up to their reputation.

Even facing several times their number, they could always create chaos in strange ways, extending the battle line and launching surprise attacks. Their members were very skilled with PVP-specific items, always managing to disengage at unexpected moments.

But the other anchors were no pushovers either. They were all veterans, and even if they weren’t familiar with team battles, they had plenty of life-saving tricks. It was extremely difficult for the Orange Candy team to completely overturn their disadvantage in numbers. Both sides were locked in a tough stalemate, which wouldn’t end anytime soon.

However, what really confused Su Cheng was what the Orange Candy team had just said.

“She’s dead.”

Wen Jianyan… was he really dead?

Su Cheng couldn’t help but clench his teeth, his heart aching. He turned to look towards the direction the Orange Candy team had come from, as if trying to confirm the fact…

Suddenly, he froze.

The Orange Candy team had now fully entered the fourth floor and started fighting other teams. But for some reason, the staircase leading from the third floor behind them hadn’t disappeared, still standing there ominously.

What was going on…?

*

Unknowingly, positions had changed.

Wen Jianyan looked down from above, the veil on his head tilted, swaying due to his lowered head, with the soft fabric’s edge brushing against Wu Zhu’s face.

Through the gap in the veil, his bright, almost dazzlingly clear eyes were faintly visible.

“First… like this.”

The young man’s voice was very low, the tail end slightly hoarse, as if with a catching hook.

“The movement should be light, shallow, and tentative.”

He leaned down.

Their lips met, rubbing gently, without going deep.

The other party seemed agitated by this gentle, light action, like a beast smelling blood, eagerly raising its head, trying to get more.

“No.”

Wen Jianyan pressed him down, like a strict teacher, controlling the whole process firmly yet gradually, guiding him into his rhythm.

“What’s the hurry, no teeth.”

He commanded.

The human’s warm fingers entwined in Wu Zhu’s cold hair, lifting his head in a seemingly gentle but actually controlling manner.

“Alright, now take my lower lip,” soft, low, and muffled words seeped from their joined lips, “You can lick and suck, but no biting.”

“…”

The young man’s voice dropped even lower, mixed with intermittent, sigh-like breaths.

“Yes, just like that.”

“The upper lip too.”

“Hiss! I told you, no teeth!”

In the icy, pitch-black darkness with no end in sight, four paper figures walked along a winding path, their stiff, pale faces bearing eerie smiles, carrying a crimson paper sedan.

Everything seemed so sinister and terrifying.

“Thump!”

Something heavy hit the inner wall of the sedan, producing a dull sound, causing the entire sedan to shake violently.

The paper figures carrying the sedan remained with their eerie, stiff expressions, like lifeless objects with no intelligence or life, only mindlessly forging ahead, unaware and uncaring of what was happening inside the sedan they were carrying.

“…”

In the narrow, pitch-black space inside the sedan, no light could penetrate, heavy and oppressive. Amid this profound darkness, there was a faint, chaotic panting, the rustling of fabric, and a slight, wet sound.

When it came to sticking out his tongue, Wu Zhu almost mastered it instinctively.

Wen Jianyan was still on top.

His shoulder blades and back were forcefully pressed against the sedan’s wall, producing a “thump”. The other party’s cold hand grasped his waist, effortlessly lifting him halfway up, forcing him to maintain a bowed head position, kissing the human’s lips from below.

Although still wild, rough, and clumsy, it was far more skilled than before, filled with undisguised aggression. Sharp teeth grazed against the lips, no longer biting down hard but grinding, rubbing, sucking, kissing from different angles, greedily absorbing the human’s breath, body heat, blood, and saliva.

As if wanting to snatch everything, chew it up, suck it dry, and swallow it.

“…!”

Although it was just a kiss, Wen Jianyan felt as if he was about to be devoured.

Every inch of soft flesh in his mouth was not spared. The world around him went dark in waves, and he almost couldn’t breathe, his limbs becoming weak and confused.

Damn it…

No, it has to stop.

“Stop, stop…”

Wen Jianyan turned his face away, trying to stop the other person’s increasingly inappropriate actions, and ordered sternly.

But his voice was hoarse, trembling, without any authority.

In the next moment, the moist, cold lips pressed against the exposed neck of Wen Jianyan, sharp teeth greedily biting and licking.

The hands around his waist tightened, pressing them closer together.

Damn it, this guy still wants to continue.

And it’s the move he just taught!

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, feeling dizzy.

Although Wu Zhu might not really understand what he was doing, it was clear that under the control of his primal instincts, he still wanted to continue.

Suddenly, in the chaos, Wen Jianyan realized something.

The swaying of the paper sedan seemed to be less noticeable, as if the paper figures outside had slowed their pace. Could it be that…

They were almost at their destination?

“Hey, hey!”

Wen Jianyan grabbed the other person’s hair, pushing his shoulders, urgently saying, “Enough!”

It seemed ineffective.

Like a hungry beast that had finally found its prey, the other person was engrossed in this unfamiliar territory, exploring with their lips, teeth, fingers, and nose, inch by inch.

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Damn it, this virgin territory is really hard to handle.

He took a deep breath, reaching out in the darkness, finally finding the lower half of Wu Zhu’s face. His palm slammed down, forcing the other’s lips away from his throat: “You, you listen to me.”

“This time, this time like this…”

Wen Jianyan’s voice, mixed with his panting, was difficult and intermittent.

In the darkness, Wu Zhu raised his eyes, his golden-red pupils shining in the dark, carrying a drunken and wild desire. He looked at the human in front of him, seemingly not understanding why the other person had suddenly stopped his actions.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, the headscarf on top of him swaying and hanging down.

From this angle, Wu Zhu could clearly see the face hidden beneath the headscarf.

Cheeks reddened from lack of oxygen, eyes still clear and bright beneath moist eyelashes, lips swollen and red from being kissed, opening and closing. His voice was hoarse:

“Wait until next time.”

Wen Jianyan leaned down, though he was at a disadvantage and breathing heavily, he was still much calmer compared to Wu Zhu’s current uncontrollable state and dizziness.

He took a deep breath, approaching the other’s face.

With a casual smile at the corner of his lips, his voice carrying a hint of seduction, he said softly:

“Next time, I’ll teach you something else.”

He lightly caressed the other’s cold cheek with his fingertips, only to immediately withdraw. His tone was playful and rising, with a hidden meaning:

“I promise, it will be more fun.”

Wen Jianyan returned to the courtyard.

It was still the cold, silent courtyard with red and white lanterns swaying in the empty space, but they were not lit. The doors on the north and west sides of the houses were open, emitting a chilling, eerie atmosphere.

Wen Jianyan stood at the entrance of the courtyard, panting heavily. The bridal gown on him had disappeared, and he was holding a candleholder emitting a faint light.

He looked at the eerie scene in front of him but let out a long sigh.

…Damn it, finally back.

If it had continued, he didn’t know what might have happened next.

He looked down, glancing at himself.

With his return to the “Changsheng Building” instance and re-entering the Nightmare’s range of abilities, his appearance also reverted to how it was when he first entered the instance.

“Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[!!!]

[!!!!!! Aaaaaahh the host is back!]

[So what just happened? Why did the broadcast suddenly cut off in that barren graveyard?]

[Yeah yeah, the screen went black and then nothing, damn it, does the Nightmare even work? I remember this broadcast has had outages before, right?]

Wen Jianyan himself was unaware of the live broadcast’s situation, and even if he knew, he wasn’t going to explain it to the viewers.

“Ha…”

He raised his hand and wiped his face.

No matter what, this action had given him significant insights, not only about the internal structure of this instance but also about the Nightmare and Wu Zhu, who opposed it.

It was clear that the Nightmare’s control over the instance was not as strong. The “Changsheng Building” instance was very special, existing as something both sides wanted, so the Nightmare’s control over this instance was evidently not as strong as before.

And Wu Zhu…

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, touching his still burning, hot lips, and took a sharp breath.

Anyway, his speed had to be faster.

Otherwise, he might have trouble dealing with the current mess.

No, right now, the most important thing was to leave.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, putting aside his still disorganized thoughts, and quickly walked toward the west room, holding the candleholder emitting faint light.

Now, he had information far beyond that of any anchor in this instance, so he had to hurry and meet up with his teammates, find the normal channel to the fourth floor, and enter the fifth floor.

He hurried into the west room, casually pocketing the still unlit red wedding candles from the table, and then sat on the medium wooden bed connecting the building and the courtyard. The whole action was smooth and natural, leaving no chance for any mishaps.

Soon, Wen Jianyan returned to the shop on the third floor.

It was pitch dark and silent. The shop door was wide open, leading to the black stairs that ascended to the fourth floor.

Fortunately, it seemed that night had not yet fallen upstairs, and the instance had not deemed him as dead, so there was still a way for Wen Jianyan to ascend.

He sighed in relief and stepped up the stairs.

The candlelight illuminated Wen Jianyan’s face, the faint flame flickering across his features, making his profile sharper and his features more delicate.

The weak light fell on his lips.

His lips were slightly swollen, with traces of blood still remaining.

“Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[Wait, why does the anchor look a bit strange?]

[Ah? What do you mean?]

[Just, something seems off!]

[Yeah, it does look strange… Is it just me? It seems like the anchor’s lips are swollen? Wait, are those kiss marks on his neck?]

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[Aaaaaaahhh so what happened during the ten minutes of the outage!!!!!!!!!!!]

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