Chapter 392 The Terrifying Castle Owner (52)
The biting cold wind whistled past his ears, and Wen Yan felt himself falling rapidly, as if a knife was cutting his skin, sending waves of severe pain.
She had endured it alone for so long, and now she could finally be free.
Abin, wait for me, I will come to you.
Wen Yan closed his eyes and imagined how miserable his death would be.
He should have been smashed into a ball of flesh, and then eaten clean by those horrible bloody corpses.
I don’t know if it will scare Abin. He is so brave, he will definitely not be scared.
I miss him so much...
Every moment spent with Chen Yangbin flashed before my eyes like a kaleidoscope.
Wen Yan closed his eyes quietly, waiting for death to come.
However, at this moment, a white halo rose from under their feet, enveloping Wen Yan and Wang Ting in the last second before they fell to their death.
"Isn't my master late?"
A warm current surged through my body, dispelling the biting cold.
Wen Yan was slightly stunned. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. A little boy with white hair and a round face appeared in the air.
Wangzai waved his hand gently, and Wen Yan followed the circle of light back to the windowsill of the girls' dormitory.
The incident happened so suddenly that Wen Yan's mind was in a mess and he was completely unable to react.
Wangzai flew in through the window and landed in the middle of the pile of bloody corpses. He held a white fan made of his own cat hair and waved it hard. All the bloody corpses in the dormitory turned into flying smoke and disappeared.
Then, he kicked the bed board away and nailed it to the door, and formed a palm formation to block all the blood corpses outside.
The violent behavior is in stark contrast to the cute and well-behaved appearance.
Looking at the bloody scene in the dormitory, Wangzi sighed and muttered:
"Luckily I'm not too late. If I were, the host would have skinned me alive."
With another wave of the feather fan, the wounds of the three people who had lost their vital signs on the ground began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the dried blood on their bodies disappeared.
This is the ability bestowed upon it by the Lord God.
In each plane, the personalities of the Lord God's soul fragments are different. Some are kind-hearted and admired by everyone, while others are unforgivable and regard human life as worthless. Even he himself cannot guarantee that the soul fragments in the small world will not do uncontrollable things.
In addition, the strategy mission in the horror castle plane is too dangerous, so if any unexpected changes occur during the mission, it can appear to set things right.
If these people died in the cemetery mission due to lack of ability, it would not intervene, but they died under the influence of Fu Qi, which was not part of the original setting of this world.
Although Wangzai is usually lazy and gluttonous, he is still very reliable when it comes to important things.
Wen Yan was not far away and could see the changes in several people clearly. The tears in his eyes had long been dried by the wind, and the slightest movement of his eyes caused a dry pain.
She opened her lips helplessly, wanting to ask something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't utter a word.
The overwhelming surprise made Wen Yan's eyes suddenly hot and her nose sore.
Who is this little boy?
Can they still survive...
Although she knew that coming back from the dead was almost impossible, Wen Yan still retained a glimmer of hope. They had already encountered so many strange and supernatural things, so it was not surprising that someone could come back from the dead.
Wen Yan clasped his hands together, half-knelt on the ground, and prayed nervously and devoutly.
I don’t know whether I am begging God or giving myself false comfort.
Wangzai didn't care about Wen Yan's thoughts. He half-knelt in front of Tan Qing and pinched his pale face without any hesitation.
Is this the man who covets the host?
He looks okay, a bit like a pretty boy.
Wangzai pouted in disdain and tilted his head to look at the two people, one big and one small, who were praying devoutly.
"Okay, I'm here to help, so don't worry."
"But I can only protect you for one night. Tomorrow is the last day. Whether you can leave here alive depends on you."
After saying this, Wangzai fanned himself gracefully and was about to leave.
Wen Yan finally couldn't help but be curious and asked
"Who are you?"
Why does he have such magical abilities and why does he know so many things?
"Oh, I almost forgot."
Wangzai shook his head in a pretentious manner: "There's a girl named Chen Yuan among you, right? She asked me to come and save you."
Wen Yan looked stunned: "Yuan...Yuanyuan?"
"Well, I've been in seclusion for many years. If she hadn't begged me for a long time, I wouldn't have taken action."
Wen Yan's beautiful eyes instantly turned red, and she murmured absentmindedly.
"She actually begged you for us... She must have suffered a lot of injustice and humiliation... How could we be worthy of her doing this?"
Seeing that Wen Yan was about to cry again, Wangzi cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling embarrassed to continue teasing her.
"I just want you to know that Su...Chen Yuan has a kind heart and will never harm you."
"She was in danger too, so she couldn't come to protect you. Don't blame her."
Wangzai couldn't bear to see his host suffer any injustice. He must feel bad when being suspected and resented by the people around him whom he had always protected.
Wen Yan was crying sadly, her soft and gentle voice was now hoarse and she could hardly hide her sobs.
"I know... I've always known Yuanyuan is a very good person."
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wangzi said no more and vanished from the spot with a whoosh, returning to his mind to claim credit.
Wen Yan couldn't help crying softly. Wang Ting reached out and sensibly wiped her tears with her sleeve.
"Don't cry...Sister Wen Yan, don't cry."
Wen Yan calmed down, rubbed Wang Ting's head, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Sister didn't cry, she was just too happy."
"Let's go see how your father is doing."
The two men moved Wang Jianguo to an empty bed, and carefully dragged Tan Qing and the other two to lean against the wall. They placed two soft pillows behind their waists for fear that they would feel uncomfortable.
The bloody corpse outside the door no longer ran away violently like before, but just wandered around blankly, as if it could not sense the strong breath of life in the women's dormitory.
Wen Yan curled up in the corner holding Wang Ting, quietly looking at the three unconscious people.
When will they wake up?
Wen Yan didn't know either, but at this moment she was no longer as desperate and helpless as before.
Because she knew Yuanyuan was there.
As long as Yuanyuan is there, there is hope.
She has too many secrets that no one knows, but he always appears in time to save her from danger.
How can there be such a good girl in the world?
Wen Yan thought, she didn't want to die anymore.
How can they be worthy of Yuanyuan's sincere desire to save them by giving up their lives so easily?
Even if it's for Yuanyuan, she has to live.
Live well.
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