Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Thinking of this, Jian Yan asked the system: "Since I used her body to complete the task, she also used my body?"

System: "Yes, sign the binding contract and exchange bodies with each other."

"What is her mission?"

If it was a live broadcast mission, who would the original owner have to save in her world? Wouldn't it be someone as disgusting as Si Yanchen?

Jian Yan's face turned a little pale.

She couldn't accept saving someone who pushed her to the brink of despair...

Even if she didn't go there herself, she would still feel uncomfortable using her body.

The system no longer responds.

It only said: "The anchor can ask questions on his own, and the system does not answer non-procedural questions."

Ten seconds after pressing the OK button, the world spun around and the surroundings were suddenly engulfed in darkness.

The next moment, she found herself on a circular altar.

There were ancient sacrificial patterns on the stone platform, and incomprehensible runes glowed with golden light. The sky was full of stars, but there was no moon.

She stood at one end of the altar, with a golden line winding under her feet. Looking forward along the golden line in front of her, the end point was the center of the altar.

There is a half-height stone pillar in the center, which is covered with gold patterns and has a blood-red array symbol on the upper surface, which should be the eye of the array.

Then she noticed a ball of white light appearing at the other end of the altar.

The white light gradually faded, and a clear figure appeared.

Looks exactly like her.

She is tall, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and has a beautiful appearance.

The original owner...Jane Yan.

She muttered to herself, her face calm and gentle, and she raised her legs and walked forward slowly.

She found that there was another brown scar on the man’s left eye, which must have been caused by a knife.

When he closed his eyes, the scar and his eyelashes formed the shape of a cross, which was weird and grotesque.

Not only that, the other person was dressed differently from her, and there was an indescribable coldness about his aura.

It feels like coming here from an extremely cold place.

It has a spooky feeling.

The first impression was - not like a human.

When Jian Yan thought of this, he was shocked by his own thoughts. Then he comforted himself, of course they were not human beings, they were all in the state of souls, so was he afraid of strangers?

Thinking this way, I feel much more at ease.

Her current ghost stage appearance is the same as when she was alive, wearing a knee-length white skirt, long straight black hair draped over her shoulders, and a simple silver watch on her wrist.

It was also because Si Yanchen liked her like this that she kept dressing like this. Even though she no longer loved him, she couldn't change her dressing style, which permeated every aspect of her life.

The original owner was wearing a dark blue ankle-length dress, her brown wavy hair was tied up, and she had a black collar around her neck.

This should be his favorite outfit before he died, right?

Jian Yan walked to the other side of the altar, while the original owner stood there and did not take the initiative.

What was very strange was that the other person's head was half lowered, but his eyes were looking upwards, staring at her quietly.

The gaze was like that of a crawling snake, cold, eerie, and sticky, making people shudder with fear.

She was a little flustered, not sure if the other party hated her for using his body, but she had to go down this path.

This was a great opportunity for her to get more information about the original owner and complete the task faster.

After all, no information can be revealed in the live broadcast room, and only here can the original owner be contacted.

So I walked up to that person with my head held high.

"Hello, my name is Jian Yan..."

She greeted him and gave his name out of habit, but suddenly she remembered that the other person was also called Jian Yan.

I immediately used the name the system gave her to distinguish the two of them, "Sad novel's female supporting role, Jian Yan."

"The one who is borrowing your body now."

Jian Yan stretched out her hand to shake hands with her, but she stared at her for a long time before shaking her hand with such force that it almost crushed her hand.

"you……"

Jian Yan took a breath and couldn't help frowning.

She looked down at her clasped hands, but her pupils suddenly shrank. She saw the most familiar wound on her wrist!

There are densely packed scars. The bloody ones are newly scabbed, the reddish-pink raised ones are the scabs that have just fallen off, and the brown ones are the shallow cuts that have healed.

But these injuries are not where they used to be.

Look more closely.

The edge of the opponent's collar was soaked in blood and turned dark red, and there was a wound on his neck. There was also a circle of chain marks on his exposed ankles, and a few faint whip marks on the side of his arm...

It is not difficult to imagine that the body covered by this clothing must be covered with wounds.

For some reason, her heart ached when she saw those things.

I couldn't help but grab the other person's wrist, my voice trembling, I looked up to find the answer in the other person's eyes, "How come?"

In this fantasy world, the soul is her own, and it is the most real self. She does not have those scars on her wrists now.

How could the original owner...

Still in the illusion or covered with scars?

The other party pried her hands apart bit by bit, easily and naturally, with astonishing strength.

The red lips uttered cold and eerie words that made people feel cold all over, "Don't touch me."

The look in his eyes when he looked at her was creepy, as if he was extremely familiar with her, yet extremely disgusted with her.

Jian Yan's tone was unstable, "Why is your soul injured?"

Shouldn't...

It shouldn’t be!

"Don't ask if you shouldn't. You and I are not the same kind of people."

The other person stared at a face that looked exactly like his own, and there was an expression of pity on it, with sarcasm and ridicule at the corners of his mouth.

Jian Yan was silent for a moment, then spoke again.

"You are also the one doing the truth or dare live broadcast, right? What is your mission? Whose fate are you going to change?"

She doesn't think there is anyone around her with a rough fate.

Everyone else was happy, only she was sacrificed.

Asking her to save others is ridiculous.

The other party seemed to have heard a huge joke, "Do you think everyone is like you, foolishly believing in that bullshit so-called salvation that moved the heavens and the earth?"

Jian Yan was surprised. How did she know that her mission was redemption? Could it be that she was also responsible?

"I can only kill people, not save them."

Jian Yan couldn't understand this sentence. He murmured with a pale face: "Only killing people..."

"Yeah, it only kills people!"

The other person said this in a light tone, smiling sweetly with his hands covering his lips.

A silver bell-like laugh came from his throat, and he seemed very happy about this trait of his.

Jian Yan clenched her fingers. This person was smiling but she felt a chill on her back.

Her eyes were cold, and only the lower half of her face was smiling. She covered her mouth, and her eyes were extremely cold and vicious.

It looks creepy if you look closely.

Jian Yan wanted to know so much, and seeing that the time given to her was not a fixed amount, she could only bite the bullet and ask each question directly.

"Can I know what your current mission is?"

The other party didn't answer.

She frowned, "I don't know if you have seen my experience. But... no matter what the mission is, don't fall in love with Si Yanchen, don't follow in my footsteps, otherwise there will be no good ending."

The tone was gentle, yet full of sadness.