Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Qianwu seemed to be possessed by some kind of evil spirit, and later he was in a trance from time to time along the way.Crazy thoughts are gone, but the head has been aching.

Back in the courtyard just after sunset, the woman placed a pot of steamed corned buns that had cooled down on the stone table, with two buzzing flies flying beside them.

No one took it, and the players were exhausted physically and mentally. After reluctantly saying good night to each other, they were locked in their rooms.

Witnessing a companion being pushed into a frying pan, combined with the fact that someone would have to die next to contribute material, basically destroyed everyone's faith.

Jiang Chen and Qian Wu returned to the room one after the other.

Jiang Chen closed the door, took out the law code in the lucky bag, and turned to the page of Beelzebub.

Just as his guess was fulfilled, a new survival rule emerged.

【#3 Beelzebub hates everyone who wants to hurt him】

"I was impulsive, but besides killing Beelzebub, I really can't think of a way right now." Qianwu whispered: "Of course, killing him is not the way out, I know."

Jiang Chen said, "You still haven't completely calmed down. The current situation doesn't require us to think of a solution, we just need to wait for Beelzebub's next move."

Qian Wu heard the words and looked at him, "Wait for him to make a move next time, which means someone will die."

"The mechanism is like this." Jiang Chen said firmly, "It is impossible to change the situation if someone dies, but if someone dies, the rest will have a chance. Tonight, we will keep an eye on Beelzebub. Let’s do our best to snatch the complete body from his mouth and complete the task as quickly as possible.”

Qianwu looked at him.

Jiang Chen has always been like this.Extremely calm and rational, the walking code that was praised by the dean back then.

If a knife was hanging above Jiang Chen's head, after he analyzed that it was the optimal strategy, he would decisively order the knife to fall.

"The red candle can suppress his appetite, but no one knows where the maximum limit is, or whether the red candle can still work when he is hungry and crazy." Qianwu asked: "What if the next person is you? "

Jiang Chen just smiled, "He doesn't have the ability."

Qianwu asked again, "What if it's me? What if you can't stop him from attacking me?"

The black eyes on the opposite side shrank slightly, and after a while, Jiang Chen said firmly: "Then kill him."

The red candle was lit again, Jiang Chen slowly pulled out the saber from behind, and fiddled with the candle flame with the blade.

He focused on the candlelight, and said in a low voice, "Refresh once, kill once. Until the nerve mechanism collapses, the copy collapses, and all players are buried here. You are the player favored by the nerves, and the nerves will not be willing to sentence you to death."

This is enough.

how about you.

Suddenly there was such a soft voice in Qianwu's heart.

But after all, he didn't ask, took a deep breath, rubbed his temples after a while and said: "Forget it, let's get down to business first, I have some new ideas."

"I would like to hear the details." Jiang Chen sat down at the table with a smile.

Tang Jianzhu was still tirelessly burning himself on the table.

Qianwu didn't even know if there was her body in the candle, or if it had just become a purely nervous prop.

He said: "In the last copy, I wanted to touch the red candle from the first time I saw it. There seemed to be a lot of emotions on that candle. When I got close to it, I would involuntarily touch it. Empathize, feel it, use that feeling to get closer to the truth."

"This is your talent." Jiang Chen said, "Undoubtedly, it is the most advanced talent in our nerves."

Qianwu sighed helplessly: "But this time it's different. I can feel Beelzebub's emotions are very shallow, angry, wronged, satisfied, tricky, it's hard to point to clues. I don't know if it's because he was It is set to be a child and become simple-minded, because he lost a certain important memory."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, "I'm inclined to the second judgment. But it can't be said that you haven't noticed anything. The first crucial rule of survival is what you thought of first."

"But if this is the case, we have to wait." Qianwu rubbed his temples, "I can feel his memory slowly waking up, but I don't know how long it will take. Or we should think of a way to push him. "

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, his fingers tapped lightly on the code, and he said after a while: "Actually, the dungeon process is very clear now. The ingredients come from people, and the raisins should be eyeballs. Then The milk is probably fat, and the baking paper is human skin. The only thing we don't know is the oven, which is probably the only tool material, and it is also something that is impossible in the village's historical background."

"Could it be a coffin? Or a tomb?" Qian Wu frowned and guessed, "Put food in the coffin and light a fire?"

"We have no chance of trial and error. If those raw materials are burned wrong, there will be no time to collect them again." Jiang Chen tapped his finger on the Codex, "Let them get the oil tomorrow, we will find a way to spend some time elsewhere .”

Suddenly a sound came from the yard.

The door of a room opposite opened, and the sound was soft, as if deliberately suppressing it so as not to disturb anything.

Qian Wu originally thought that it was Chen Yong or the person who lived with him who came out for convenience, but then the yard was quiet, and the person seemed to be walking without making any sound.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Beelzebub is going to start eating people so early?" He looked at Jiang Chen and asked.

Jiang Chen frowned, "No - we didn't hear the door opening of Beelzebub's room. Did you hear it?"

In the blink of an eye, the two suddenly connected with each other.

"Oops." Jiang Chen got up and strode out the door.

It's too late.

A single-handed man had rushed into Beelzebub's room, brandishing a wood-chopping knife.

When Jiang Chen and Qianwu rushed over, Beelzebub had already gnawed off the man's throat, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and he jumped on it with his bloody mouth open and sucked it heartily.

The strong man who was five tall and three thick had no ability to struggle in front of this ghost boy, his head and body were separated by more than half, and a pair of eyes stared unyieldingly into the courtyard.

The blood all over Qianwu's body was cold, but without any hesitation, he rushed into the room and grabbed Beelzebub from behind.

The sleeping players were startled and ran out, and a group of people cried and shrank outside, not daring to enter.Jiang Chen frowned and shouted, in the end it was Zhong Liye who had the guts to grab a sack from the corner and come in.

He put the dead player's body into a bag, tied his mouth tightly, and quickly dragged it away from the room, leaving a red bloodstain on the ground.

"I'm hungry!!!"

Beelzebub cried desperately in Qianwu's arms, "Why didn't you let me eat it! He was the one who wanted to kill me first!! I'm so hungry!!"

"My mother won't let me be full, and you won't let me be full! Why! Why!!"

Qian Wu tightly hugged his small shoulders from behind, Jiang Chen rushed up to hold his feet, and shouted: "Peng Peng!"

Peng Peng, who was soft on the outside, shuddered, and said in a crying voice: "Huh?"

"Bring the red candle on Qianwu's table, hurry up!" Jiang Chen roared, with blue veins protruding on his forehead.

The strength of this ghost boy's eruption was much greater than he imagined.

Peng Peng staggered and ran to the next door while crying, Qu Ying followed him, and after a while he finally ran over with a red candle.

The red candle burned quietly, and no one in the room could smell anything, but Beelzebub's movements gradually became quieter.

The terrifying strength slowly disappeared, and the child kicked his legs on the ground unwillingly.

"I haven't eaten anything yet, and I feel like throwing up." He cried, "I don't even have anything to vomit! I just drank two mouthfuls of blood!"

"vomit!"

He turned his head sideways and kept retching, weeping inexplicably while vomiting, and murmured: "Why, I used to be a person who lost my appetite at every turn. Am I sick..."

The two adults holding him down obviously didn't want to talk.

Jiang Chen waited for him to stop struggling completely before letting go, stood up and found himself sweating.

Qianwu also felt relieved, let go of his hands and sat on the ground, and let out a long breath.

"I'm not convinced!!!"

Beelzebub suddenly let out an angry cry, turned around and bit into Qianwu's shoulder.

Heartbroken, blood filled the air, and a faint smell of blood permeated the room.

The surroundings seemed to be silent for a second.

Jiang Chen realized something was wrong, turned his head abruptly, and saw blood seeping through the clothes on Qianwu's shoulders, dripping down Beelzebub's mouth, and dripping drippingly on the ground.

Beelzebub was like drinking appetizer soup, just after taking a sip, he was lifted up from behind by a ruthless force.

Jiang Chen's face was gloomy like a living ghost, he held Beelzebub in one hand, and fumbled into the windbreaker with the other.

Before drawing the knife, Beelzebub tilted his head in the air, and vomited out Qianwu's blood with a wow.

"Even he doesn't smell good anymore!" He cried and hiccupped in aggrieved way: "What kind of smell does this room smell like! Can't you smell it??"

"..."

The veins on Jiang Chen's arms were bulging, and he stared at the kid without moving.

Zhong Liye patted his shoulder lightly from behind, "Let go, he has been suppressed. Qianwu's shoulder should be just a small injury, I'll help him deal with it."

Jiang Chen remained silent, he stared at the blood splattered on Qianwu's shoulder, carried the kid to the door, swung his hands in the air, and threw the kid straight onto the roof of the opposite house like a sack.

There was a loud bang, and the little ghost rolled down from the roof of the house while screaming, rolled his eyes and passed out.

The players in the yard have become numb to ghosts, and they don't know who to be afraid of.

A look of wanting to die on the spot.

"Qianwu, go back to your room and get some medicine, it's so creepy here." Zhong Liye said.

Qian Wu was very quiet, he followed Zhong Liye back to the next room, and sat on a stool with his back to the door.

Zhong Liye lifted his neckline, took a quick look in and covered it up, and said, "It's nothing serious. Although I'm just a veterinarian, judging from my superficial experience as a doctor, it's just a little flesh injury. He didn't Bite deep."

"Do you need antibiotics?" Jiang Chen couldn't help asking.

Zhong Liye glanced at him, "No need."

The medicine box in the lucky bag was officially used. Zhong Liye took out the medicine and wiped off the blood near Qianwu's wound with a cotton cloth. Then he quickly made a hemostatic bandage with the medicine and gauze, and inserted it into his neckline to press on the wound for him. .

"Okay." He said, "It's probably healed after a night of sleep, just don't press it down at night."

Qian Wu didn't say anything, Jiang Chen still stood at the door frowning, as if he was full of doubts about his medical skills.

After collecting the medicine, Zhong Liye said: "You all take a breath after making such a fuss. Peng Peng and I will drag the corpse of the player outside back to the room. No matter what, we must protect the corpse."

Peng Peng's scalp was numb, "Huh? Let us stay together? Don't!"

Zhong Liye frowned, "Stop talking nonsense, help me quickly!"

Peng Peng lifted the sack in the yard with him while crying.

The players in the courtyard dispersed.

Beelzebub finally woke up from his coma. He held his head, as if he had lost his memory after being thrown, and after sitting in confusion for a long time, he returned to the room silently.

Jiang Chen sighed, walked over and whispered to Qianwu: "Lie down, I will ask Zhong Liye to change your medicine in a few hours."

After waiting for a long time, Qianwu, who had his back turned to him, hummed lightly.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Are you unhappy? That kid deserves to be a ghost. I've never seen such an annoying kid."

Qian Wu continued to remain silent, Jiang Chen thought that his temper was getting upset and he didn't want to talk, so he took off his windbreaker casually and said: "Lay on the bed and sleep, you tomorrow—"

Qianwu suddenly sighed softly.

It was a very light but extremely unusual sigh, suppressed and heavy sighed from the throat, revealing a sense of patience.

Many years ago, before they broke up, Jiang Chen had heard such voices many times.

It seems as if the veil of time has been lifted suddenly.

"Brother Jiang Chen."

Qian Wu said softly, licking the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Chen froze, his hands froze in the air.

With his back turned to him, Qian Wu slowly turned his head, his brows seemed to be more vivid and affectionate than usual, his black eyes stared at him innocently, and he smiled shyly.

Eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the sly look in those eyes.

Qian Wu rubbed his teeth on the bright red lips, and said softly: "Brother Jiang Chen, I'm suddenly very hungry."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Qianwu rested his elbows on the table, smiled lightly with his chin on his hands, and looked at Jiang Chen.

"You smell really nice," he whispered.

Suddenly, a line of words slowly appeared on the law code spread out on the table 【#4 Those who have been tasted by Beelzebub will greatly increase their appetite. 】

"..."

**

inside the room.

Qianwu leaned on the table with his chin resting on his hand, and the index finger of the other hand gently stroked the table in circles. The white fingertips seemed to be separated, as if separated by the last layer of restraint.

Once that layer of reservedness is punctured, this charming man will pounce on people and eat people.

Jiang Chen's expression was unprecedentedly complicated.

After a long silence, he thought about it and said, "I didn't expect that bulimia can be contagious."

Qianwu didn't say anything, just looked down at the table, and after a while, he let out a soft "hmm" from his throat.

Hmm, it makes my scalp tingle.

Jiang Chen felt that half of his powerful heart had collapsed.

He has also watched a lot of zombie movies, and the infected people often look hideous and hungry.But Qianwu is obviously different, his rationality is still restraining his behavior, but this can't stop him from exuding the grievance that he wants to eat but can't.When I was extremely wronged, the whole person was foggy, and when I raised my eyes, the sad gaze made people feel a pang of conscience.

"I'm really hungry." Qianwu couldn't pretend anymore, and sighed softly, "Why don't you let me lick it, just one bite."

As he spoke, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Chen's face was numb, and he stood motionless on the ground.

Qian Wu stood up, watched Jiang Chen come over, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, "What did you say in the afternoon?"

Qianwu: "Huh?"

Jiang Chen recalled his original words, "Need I remind you, we broke up for three years."

"I don't understand." Qianwu seemed to be so hungry that he lost his mind, he lowered his eyes in frustration and said: "I just want to lick you. If I don't bite, I will lick."

Listen to what people say.

Jiang Chen looked at him: "...I believe in your evil."

"..."

However, Qian Wu approached slowly, but Jiang Chen did not dodge or push away.It seems to be a natural instinct, Jiang Chen never rejects him, no matter in what sense.

Dazed, Qianwu got closer to him, opened his neckline, and swallowed desperately at his Adam's apple.

"Listen." Qianwu whispered, "The sound of blood flowing in your veins."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"Wow, I'm so hungry, I can't help it."

Qian Wu opened his mouth, but Jiang Chen suddenly pulled out something from his pocket with sharp eyesight and quick hands, Qian Wu bit it down, but a cold and hard thing was caught between his teeth, stuck there.

"..."

He moved still, his eyes looked down, and he saw the small characters "for Qianwu".

Jiang Chen is a bastard.

Let a great painter bite his brush for a living.

"Ah, if you're hungry, grab your precious paintbrush for a while, I guess you won't be willing to bite it off." Jiang Chen looked at Qianwu who was biting the pencil, and paused, "Didn't you say that art is yours? Spiritual bread? Eat this first to satisfy your hunger, and let me think of a way."

Qianwu: "...Hmmmm?"

Have you said that?

Jiang Chen nodded seriously, "I said so."

The artists of the delicate era are very picky no matter how low they are reduced.

It was impossible to look at the vegetables in the yard, he was so hungry that he walked back and forth in the room, holding his beloved paintbrush, staring straight at Jiang Chen.

After a stalemate for 10 minutes, Jiang Chen finally couldn't stand it anymore, got up and went to the courtyard and knocked on Qu Ying's door.

Qu Ying saw Qianwu standing quietly behind Jiang Chen with a pen in his mouth, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Chen made a brief summary, and the woman on the opposite side gradually showed a numb expression.

"Get him something to eat, aren't you a chef?" Jiang Chen said, pressing his fingers on his aching temple.

Qu Ying hesitated, "But..."

Are you sure he can satisfy his hunger by eating the meal I cook?

"It's always harmless to try." Jiang Chen sighed, "Call out Zhong Liye and the others, together, we haven't had any serious meals in the past two days."

The family was too poor to open the pot, and Qu Ying had to communicate with the woman for a long time before she was allowed to use the kitchen, but all she could use was a small piece of noodles and an even smaller piece of meat.

While waiting to eat, the four members of the team sat around the table, Qianwu stared at the air expressionlessly with a pen in his mouth.

"Do you really want to eat people?" Peng Peng carelessly put his hands in front of his eyes, and leaned closer and said, "Do you think I smell good?"

Hearing this, Qianwu squinted at him, his black eyes filled with disgust.

"Picky eater." Jiang Chen answered for him, "I'm picky eater when I eat normal meals, I guess I will be picky eater now if I want to eat people."

"What do you mean?" Peng Peng stared wide-eyed, pointed at himself and asked, "You don't think I'll give you food for nothing?"

Qianwu held the pen in his mouth and said vaguely and coldly: "Why don't you let me take a bite and taste first."

"..." Peng Peng withdrew his hand immediately, "It's unnecessary."

Qian Wu looked back and snorted coldly.

Don't flirt if you don't give it to eat.

Zhong Liye is not as big-hearted as Peng Peng, he looked at Qianwu, frowned lightly and said: "So, Qianwu is still rational now."

"Sense is better than impulse." Jiang Chen glanced at Qianwu with some relief, but then subtly paused, "But no one knows how long his reason will last. I doubt this kind of man-eating impulse It will get stronger over time until it gets completely out of control."

"We have to publish the book as soon as possible. Once we leave the copy, all the secondary effects in the copy will probably disappear. You can recover even if you drink a mouthful of nerve blood." Zhong Liye tapped on the table with his fingertips, "Just died Your friends were snatched up in time, eyes, human skin, and fat can all be used. We will go to the oil shop tomorrow to get butter, so the materials will be complete."

Peng Peng stroked his arms desperately, "I heard goosebumps all over my body... By the way, who has the bone ash powder? The dry ingredients need to be mixed with flour, sugar and salt, and it seems that I can start to prepare it."

"At my place, I'll come after dinner. By the way, I'll also deal with the materials that can be used on that friend just now."

While talking, Zhong Liye casually took out the chopsticks from the chopstick cage, with a natural expression as if saying that the weather is really nice.

The people at the table were silent at the same time.

Qian Wu quietly looked at Jiang Chen with a pen in his mouth, and asked with his eyes, do you think Zhong Liye is a little too calm.

Jiang Chen returned an expression of agreement.

Not long after, Qu Ying came out with a pot of small wontons.

"It's too poor, and her family doesn't have much material, so I barely made thirty." She put the enamel soup bowl on the stone table, "Six per person, if you don't have enough to eat, you can drink more soup."

Small wontons with little water in clear soup, small meat filling and thin skin.Order a little soy sauce, it looks very shabby, but it tastes delicious.

Qianwu put down his pen, lowered his head and bit one, his eyes lit up.

"Can you eat it?" Jiang Chen asked.

Qianwu nodded.

He ate very seriously, as if he wasn't afraid of being scalded, he took one bite at a time, and ate up all six of his wontons in less than half a minute.Picking up the bowl, he drank the soup dry, licking his lips as he casually glanced at other people's portions on the table.

Jiang Chen pushed his own bowl silently, "I'll give you mine too."

Qu Ying: "...then I will give you mine too."

Zhong Liye: "And mine."

Peng Peng hesitated, "Can you leave one for me to taste?"

Qianwu licked his lips and nodded slightly.

He paused again before picking up the chopsticks.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, it's okay." Peng Peng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Jiang Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, "In any case, he will eat the other party's food with the permission of others, and he will eat as much as he gives, and he will never be greedy."

Peng Peng: "...I'm becoming more and more suspicious of the ulterior motives of the two of you. Zhong Liye, what do you think?"

Zhong Liye suspected that he found a disgusting thing called "love" in Jiang Chen's eyes looking at Qianwu, so he turned his head silently and stood still.

The last small wonton, Peng Peng poorly divided it into two halves with chopsticks, one half for himself and the other half for Zhong Liye.

He only took a small sip and couldn't help but burst into tears, "Master Chef is mighty!!"

"Simple and delicious, much better than the blood of the nerves." Zhong Liye was also very surprised.

Qu Ying smiled gently, "If there is a chance to get a copy with abundant materials, I will make something good for you."

She was gently scooping up the remaining wonton soup in her hand, Qianwu was close to her, and he was watching her movements while lowering his head to stuff the wonton into his mouth.

Qu Ying's hands don't look like girls.His fingers were long and thin, with calluses and light brown scalds between them. It looked like a cook's hand.

"Your voice seems to be a little hoarse." Jiang Chen suddenly became curious, "Is it considered an occupational disease?"

Qu Ying nodded, "The oily smoke is choking, and it's not good for the throat and skin after years."

"What kind of cuisine do you have?" Peng Peng asked.

Qu Ying said, "Spicy and delicious, home-cooked and refreshing. I am now working in a five-star innovative restaurant in Imperial City."

Zhong Liye sighed contentedly, "We found the treasure."

Qianwu ate quite well after the meal, but after the meal, he seemed to be even hungrier. When everyone got a little closer to him, they could hear the gurgling sound of his stomach.

The artist of the times was also very depressed, he took the initiative to bite his baby paintbrush between his teeth to control his appetite, and followed Zhong Liye into his room.

"The scene later may be a bit bloody." Zhong Liye slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves and pushed his thin-rimmed glasses, "I hope your appetite will be greatly reduced after observing."

Qianwu nodded slightly.

The player whose throat had just been bitten off and died was still cold, Zhong Liye bowed to him solemnly and began to operate.

The other four members of the team were standing not far away. When the knife in his hand cut the man's eyelid, Qu Ying couldn't take it anymore and went out first.Zhong Liye took off one eyeball, and Peng Peng covered his mouth and ran out retching.

Jiang Chen's complexion was not good, he turned his head to look at Qianwu, Qianwu's expression was normal, even a little more sober than when he looked at it just now.

He took down the pen in his mouth and whispered to Jiang Chen, "Is Zhong Liye a veterinarian?"

Jiang Chen hummed, "That's how he introduced himself."

"Hmm." Qianwu's thinking seemed to have become dull when he was enduring hunger, and he slowly said word by word: "Why is the veterinarian so quick to dissect."

Jiang Chen thought for a while, "Forensic medicine in animals?"

"...Congratulations on inventing a new profession."

Qianwu put the paintbrush back into his mouth with an indifferent face.

During the time he spoke, Zhong Liye had already sealed the two human eyes into the wine jar and hid them. He changed to a sharper thin blade, folded the sleeve up two more times, and was about to start peeling.

Just getting close to the body of the dead player, the movement paused again.

"Well, I'm going to take the skin." He raised his head and said to the two, "Why don't you go out? It might be bloody."

Jiang Chen looked at Qianwu inquiringly, and Qianwu nodded with downcast eyes.

He was really picky eaters, even though he suddenly became interested in people, he still felt disgusted watching Zhong Liye's operation.

Very hungry, but disgusting.

Zhong Liye was a master of craftsmanship, a master of art and courage, and it only took more than half an hour to take out the three materials.

When he walked out of the kitchen, he didn't have a drop of blood on his body, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he was fresh and handsome, as if he just went for a massage and came out refreshed.

Still holding three jars in his hand, he said, "Let Beelzebub come out to inspect the goods."

Immediately, Peng Peng fell to the ground in admiration, and immediately turned around and knocked on Beelzebub's door.

The other players also came out, but they didn't seem to be happy because Zhong Liye got the rest of the ingredients. Instead, they looked at him with wary eyes after hearing about Qianwu.

"He won't lose control in a short time." Jiang Chen said: "And we also have a prop that can suppress appetite. Now that the ingredients are in place, the only thing left is the oven, we should be able to go out soon."

The players nodded dubiously.

Zhong Liye lifted the lids of the three jars one after another, and made a gesture of invitation to Beelzebub.

The little ghosts leaned over to sniff one by one, their eyes filled with excitement.

"Well, this milk is good." He held a jar and licked his lips contentedly, then looked at the other after putting it down, and said with approval: "Using human skin as baking paper is also very suitable for me. The fragrance of human skin is also good." Will seep into the scones."

Everyone was silent.

Beelzebub opened the last jar and suddenly frowned.

Everyone was tense.

"Huh?" Beelzebub tilted his head slightly, "Is this raisin a little short?"

Silent.

Beelzebub pouted and shook his head: "Is there only two raisins in a scone? I think it needs at least four raisins."

There are no more bodies, this is the last hope.

Jiang Chen asked with a cold face, "Can you make it up?"

"I can't." Beelzebub looked at him expressionlessly, with two drops of saliva dripping out of his mouth, "I don't want to give up."

"..."

"I have a proposal." A female player said suddenly.

Everyone looked at her, she paused and said, "In the current situation, as long as one more person dies, we can complete the task. I think there are ready-made candidates."

No one said anything, everyone knew what she meant, and no one refuted it.

She probably spoke the minds of many people.

Qu Ying frowned and said: "Impossible. Qianwu is our friend, and our team has been leading everyone to push forward. No matter what we say, it will not be our turn to sacrifice."

"Now it's not a matter of strength or weakness." A man in the crowd who had never spoken said in a low voice, "Everyone knows it's immoral, but who's clean now? One has to die, and it's bad for everyone. People are threatening, and they can let others share the points he got during the settlement, isn't that good for everyone?"

No one responded, but apparently all the players thought so except for those in the squad.

Jiang Chen sneered, his eyes were as cold as frost.

"To kill him, I'll kill you first."

He swept across the nine confronting people one by one, "You are all. If you want to die, come and try him."

"Is it useful for you to protect him like this?" Chen Yong who had been silent all this time said suddenly.

He frowned and glanced at the ground, as if he couldn't bear it, but he still had to say the cruel words.

"He has been assimilated by the devil. Protecting him is like raising Gu by his side. Now there is still a pair of eyes missing, and I don't know where the oven is. When the eyes are found and all the materials are ready, it will have to wake up all night. Calculating the time like this, we will have at least two or three days before we can go out, how long can Qianwu endure?"

Jiang Chen sneered, "I didn't say to make him endure."

The surrounding air seemed to be quiet again.

Qian Wu, with a paintbrush in his mouth, turned his head and stared at Jiang Chen peacefully with his eyes.

Jiang Chen said with a smile: "What are you thinking? He is very hungry and wants to eat you, and I will not stop him."

He glanced over everyone's faces with a playful look, and said, "If you want to kill each other, I'm happy to accompany you. The sooner someone dies, the sooner we get out. Do you really think anyone will care about your lives? "

When Jiang Chen returned to the room, Qian Wu took a look at everyone, then turned around silently and followed.

**

**

Midnight was quiet, and through a wall, Beelzebub could be heard retching in the room again.

I don't know if he was smoked by the red candle twice in a row, the kid's reaction became stronger, and he had another fit in the middle of the night.

The red candle in the room was burning quietly, Qianwu lay on the table with his chin resting on his arm, staring straight at the red candle.

There was a faint peach color on Qingjun's cheeks, but his brows were furrowed, and there were faint blood vessels on his forehead, he gritted his teeth hard and tug-of-war with hunger.

After a while, Qianwu suddenly sat up straight, covered his mouth and retched.

Immediately, he frowned even tighter, as if he couldn't accept his indecent behavior.

Jiang Chen strode over and raised his hand to fan out the candle, saying, "Don't smell it."

Qian Wu raised his head and looked over quietly.

He seemed to say very little after being bitten.Jiang Chen couldn't help suspecting that he didn't dare to open his mouth, and wanted to bite as soon as he opened his mouth, so he could only bear it and convey all his emotions with his eyes.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Why don't you hold the pen in your mouth."

Hearing this, Qianwu picked up the pen and touched it. There were two shallow tooth marks on the pen, and he touched the two small pits with some heartache.

"The pen can be bought again." Jiang Chen paused, "As long as we can go out."

Qianwu didn't say a word.

His black eyes fell on the four words "for Qianwu" at the end of the pen. After a while, he sighed softly, opened his mouth and put the pen in his mouth again.

"Why don't you go to bed earlier? Maybe you won't be so hungry when you fall asleep." Jiang Chen said.

Hearing this, Qianwu nodded with downcast eyes, walked slowly to the bed, sat down, and lay flat.

Jiang Chen didn't move, he stood by the table and looked at him, his eyes could not bear it, as if his conscience was facing a huge torment.

After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you very hungry?"

Qian Wu stared at the ceiling and nodded very slowly.

"This." Jiang Chen sighed, took two steps in embarrassment, and asked again, "Can you fall asleep?"

After waiting for a long time, Qianwu shook his head very slowly.

"I have a puzzle." Jiang Chen frowned and said, "People who are bitten by Beelzebub but not killed will have a big increase in appetite. Can those who have been bitten continue to pass on this curse effect?"

This time Qianwu finally spoke out, he stared at the ceiling and said: "It must not be possible."

"This should be some kind of curse from the devil's body, and only the body can spread it, otherwise you really thought it was a zombie movie?" He sighed softly, "I suddenly recalled that your family's storybook did say goodbye Sibu can turn people into devils, but those who have been turned into devils have no right to conscript believers. Unfortunately, I remembered too late."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "In that case."

Qianwu turned his head sideways, "?"

"Take a bite, just take a small bite, it's okay." Jiang Chen came over and sat on the side of the bed, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs twice, and handed over his arm.

"!"

Qianwu's eyes suddenly brightened.

In his lifetime, Jiang Chen actually heard the sound of Qianwu swallowing saliva frantically.

But Qianwu is still struggling with himself, torn back and forth with some kind of persistence.

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on his lips, and he encouraged him: "You think, if you take a bite now, you can bear it during the day tomorrow. Take another bite tomorrow night, and we may go out the day after tomorrow. I just want you to take two bites, You won't be too uncomfortable."

The highlights in those black eyes began to scatter, and the firmness gradually wavered.

Jiang Chen smiled again and said, "Don't worry, I will supervise you during the day, and you will never be allowed to be greedy anymore."

As soon as the words fell, the person on the bed jumped up, grabbed Jiang Chen's wrist with one hand, bowed his head to his forearm and took a bite.

When he lowered his head and bit down, his movements were very violent, Jiang Chen was mentally prepared to be torn off by this guy, but Qian Wu paused when he dropped his mouth, his teeth only gritted on his skin reluctantly for a long time, The blue veins on his forehead were all bulging, but in the end he didn't tear his flesh with his teeth.

After a while, Qianwu raised his head suddenly, sweat dripped down his cheeks, as if he had just taken a sauna.

He took a deep breath and sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling before falling back on the bed.

There was only a round purple-red mark on Jiang Chen's arm, as if it had been sucked out by force.

There are two shallow pits next to the marks, but the skin is not broken.

Jiang Chen couldn't help asking: "Are you concerned about our breakup?"

Qianwu didn't say a word.

Jiang Chen sighed, "We are also relatives, you won't owe me anything if you bite me."

Qian Wu finally gritted his teeth and hissed: "You think too much."

"I am a human being, not a demon. I have requirements for myself."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Mr. Commander pressed his temple with some headaches, and said, "Okay, then try to sleep for a while, I'll go out for a while."

As soon as he got up, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, and before he had time to turn around, he heard a hoarse ahhh.

There was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and Qianwu grabbed him at the place where the base of the neck connects to the shoulders.