Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Later along the way, Beelzebub fell asleep, snoring on Qianwu's shoulder.

His saliva flowed onto Qian Wu's body, thanks to Chen Yong carrying a small towel with him, and wiped Qian Wu's neck.

Everyone stepped up and finally arrived at the oil shop after a long journey.

The owner of the oil store saw that it was Beelzebub, and his face changed, "So the butter you bought yesterday is for Beelzebub."

"He doesn't eat the meat oil from yesterday." Jiang Chen said, "What oil do you have here? Let him choose."

The little ghost lying on Qianwu's shoulder woke up when he heard the words, resting his big head on Qianwu's shoulder, he yawned and said, "Put it all out!"

The owner of the oil store did not refuse, turned around silently, bent down and moved all the oil out of the cabinet one jar after another.

"Are you foreigners?" he asked while working.

"That's right." Someone replied.

The boss muttered in a low voice: "Our village is very poor, what are the people in the wilderness doing here?"

A female player sneered, "We also want to go out as soon as possible, but it feels very difficult."

The people next to her immediately bumped into her to signal to shut up.The boss turned around and wiped the sweat off his face, and smiled at her, "It's okay, if you can't leave, I won't leave."

It was obviously a chatter, but for no reason, it made people feel a layer of cold sweat on their backs.

Qianwu always felt that his smile was a bit gloating.

"Here, that's all." The boss filled the counter with oil: "Let Beelzebub pick and choose. Well, I guess he doesn't like these."

The players were silent, Qianwu walked to the counter with Beelzebub on his back, and asked Beelzebub to open them one by one to smell them.

"It's all wet."

"It's so rare."

"This is not very new."

Sure enough, as expected, Beelzebub rejected all the alternatives, frowned and pouted: "Is there any suitable one?"

The boss sighed, "The village is poor, and the small shops also pick cheap ones, with a little more impurities. What do you want?"

Beelzebub said, "It's okay to have impurities, but the oil must be rich and delicious!"

"Strong? Then I know." The boss heaved a sigh of relief and showed a clear expression, "It's easy to handle."

Peng Peng asked vigilantly, "Are you going to get oil from the corpse again?"

"Normally, yes, but there should be no corpses in the village right now." The shop owner said, "Fortunately, Beelzebub didn't ask for corpses by name today. If you just want to be rich, I'll pick a few cans of oil with less impurities and pour them together to refine the oil." It can be done with one practice.”

The players heaved a sigh of relief.

A female player laughed and said, "Sure enough, people in your village know about Beelzebub."

Everyone followed the boss to the backyard, where there was a huge frying pan.The boss lit the firewood, yelled for everyone to help, and moved all the oil jars in the house to the backyard with him.

Peng Peng was shocked and said, "Are you going to use all the oil in the store to be refined by Beelzebub?"

"It's okay." The shop owner wiped the sweat from his brow, "As long as Beelzebub is satisfied, the whole village can do whatever. Survival is important."

Qian Wu asked Jiang Chen in a low voice, "Can these oils really be purified when mixed together?"

"I don't know." Jiang Chen frowned and said, "But I can be sure that this purification method is pure nonsense."

The large oil pan was quickly heated up, and more than a dozen jars of oil were poured into it, mixed with impurities, splashing and splashing.

The hot smoke made people back away.The shop owner seemed to be used to it, he picked up a huge wooden stick, put it into the frying pan and yelled while stirring, "Not enough! Someone go to the front and bring the oil!"

Just as Peng Peng was about to step forward, Qian Wu grabbed his arm and shook his head slightly.

A man said: "I'll go, how much?"

Behind the thick smoke, the boss stretched his neck and shouted: "The cabinet is empty, and there is a half-meter-high oil altar behind the cabinet, please help me."

The big head on the back moved back and forth, and Beelzebub was obviously very excited looking at the boiling oil pan.

Qian Wu said to Peng Peng: "It's very wrong, don't act rashly."

Peng Peng retracted cautiously, and said in a low voice: "The half-meter-high oil jar? Why didn't you take it out just now, there must be no ghosts."

"Maybe the altar is filled with corpse oil." Qian Wu said softly, then frowned again in a flash.

Still not right.

There is corpse oil, why not say it.Players feel terrible at most, and they won't do anything to him.

"You take Beelzebub out first." Jiang Chen suddenly said in a deep voice.

He frowned, looking solemnly at the thick smoke in the pot.

Qianwu understood what he meant, the oil jar might contain "strong" corpse oil.If that is the case, the tragedy of Jia Mao yesterday will be repeated.

However, just as he was about to leave, Beelzebub suddenly patted his head hard.

"Don't go! I want to watch the oil refining here!" the little ghost exclaimed excitedly.

It was already too late, the male player brought the altar of oil over with panting, the shop owner said hard work, opened the lid and said: "Come on, give me a hand, we will pour this altar in too. After practicing for a day and night, you guys will be fine tomorrow." You can come and pick it up!"

The oil cap was slowly lifted, and Qianwu felt the movement of the little ghost above his head.However, Beelzebub did not lose control as expected, on the contrary, he clapped his hands behind Qianwu's head excitedly.

The shop owner picked up the big oil jar, staggered and was almost crushed, and the male player immediately helped support the bottom of the jar.

Qianwu suddenly realized something.

The blood all over his body seemed to be cold, and he raised his voice: "Why don't we forget it first, let's go back and ask Beelzebub what flavor he wants."

"Ah?" The male player turned his head, still maintaining the movement of supporting the jar, "Whatever it is, it will be done soon."

Jiang Chen also said seriously: "Come back, the boss is just making a random move, who knows if it will work."

The shop owner urged: "It will definitely work! Oil is refined like this, rich and mellow, so it has to be refined like this! Hurry up, pour the last jar with me and we'll be done."

Qian Wu frowned, and was about to speak again, when Chen Yong said to the male player, "Hurry up and come back! I'm not sure if Beelzebubgao is happy, don't waste gas."

However, these words had the opposite effect. The male player smiled with Shumei, the pot was hot, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He smiled and said with a reddened face: "Beelzebub is so happy, what are you afraid of?" !"

As he said that, he turned around and supported the oil jar in the hands of the shop owner, and the two of them worked together to pour the last jar of oil into the oil pan.

The oil pan was crackling like a cannon, and the surrounding area was as hot as purgatory. The man was about to turn around and come back, when the shop owner behind the thick smoke suddenly smiled at him strangely.

"I'm sorry." The shop owner murmured, "For the lives of our villagers, I can only sacrifice you outsiders."

Before he could react, the red-cheeked store owner hit him with a wooden stick on his back, stepped forward and pushed him into the frying pan!

The huge sizzling sound complemented the man's hysterical screams of pain, and a strong smell of burnt and oil filled the air instantly.

He cooks people over a blazing fire, and boils their fat to make oil.

The store owner with a vicious and sinister smile stirred vigorously with a wooden stick.

Beelzebub blushed, "That's the smell!"

Mixed with screams and burnt smell, the oppression of death enveloped everyone again.

Black smoke billowed out of the deep pot continuously, and a scorched and shapeless hand stretched out from the inside to grab the edge of the pot, struggling hard, but the sharp edge stuck into the charred bone, and as the man exerted his strength, , one hand just broke like that.

The black lumps fall and add to the firewood under the pot.

In the thick burnt smell, the female players vomited several times. They hadn't eaten anything in the past few days after entering the dungeon, and they almost vomited out the sour water in their stomachs.

Jiang Chen silently took a step in front of Qianwu, his tall back covering the oil pan.

Qianwu didn't say a word, he retracted his gaze and looked at the ground.

The smoke was scorching hot, but he felt a bucket of cold water poured over his head, which made him feel bitingly cold.

The shop owner covered the smoking pan with a huge wooden lid.

"Human oil needs to be refined overnight, so whoever you want to get it tomorrow will be fine." He wiped off his sweat and sneered, "Don't blame me, everyone in the village knows Beelzebub too well. What he wants to eat must be This way, we can only sacrifice you outsiders."

Peng Peng's face was cold, "Are you not afraid that we will kill you?"

"Don't." The boss smiled at him, "Kill me, who will refine the oil? Do you think that anyone can refine this oil with a corpse?"

There was a dead silence among the players. Seeing that the sun was about to set, they didn't even have time to feel the fear, so they had to leave the oil store again and return immediately.

Beelzebub still leaned on Qianwu's shoulders and refused to get off, Qianwu carried him and Jiang Chen on his back and walked in front, the people behind probably kept a considerable distance from them because of fear.

"Five." Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, "It's only been two days and two nights, and a quarter of them died."

"Think of a way." Qianwu's voice was hollow without knowing it, "There is no corpse, and every material that follows must come from a living person."

Jiang Chen paused, "Either the player dies, or the villagers are killed."

Qianwu remained silent.

He didn't feel much when the first four were eaten.Entering this kind of death dungeon, if the conditions are triggered by inadvertent words and deeds, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

Even the brother who was simple-minded and refused to listen to advice just now was pushed into the oil pan, he can work hard to be hard-hearted.

But the situation is different now.

There is no way to obtain the next material, and players either kill each other, or hypocritically hope that Beelzebub will kill another teammate.

This is the first time Qianwu felt fear in a real sense since he entered the nerve.

He looked down at the ground and asked softly, "What's the next material?"

"Raisins soaked in wine." Jiang Chen said, "I already have the wine, but I don't know what raisins are."

As soon as the words fell, Beelzebub above Qianwu's head turned his head to look at the players behind him with great interest, staring at everyone with his big vivid eyes.

Qianwu's heart suddenly froze.

Soon, Beelzebub looked at Jiang Chen again.

The little ghost is very sincere when looking at people, and will not glance left and right, but stare intently at people's eyes.After staring at him for a long time, I even feel that his attention is not on the person, but on the eyes.

"Your eyes are the prettiest." Beelzebub smiled and pointed at Jiang Chen, "My favorite is your eyes!"

As he spoke, he unconsciously licked his lips.

The damn tacit understanding made it clear to all players in an instant.But no one answered, Qianwu walked in front, and heard sighs of relief from the crowd behind him, maybe he was glad that he was not chosen by the boss.

Beelzebub was still moving around on the top of his head, pointing at Jiang Chen and said, "Show me I'm hungry. No matter how hungry I am tonight, I have to have a decent meal."

Qianwu gradually felt his whole body go stiff.

Beelzebub's voice praising Jiang Chen's eyes was constantly replaying in his mind, he seemed to be able to hear the hairs all over his body trembling one by one, cold and extremely restless.

His black eyes lowered slightly, hiding his emotions behind his back.At times like this, those eyes became more peaceful and gentle.

"Come down." Qianwu suddenly said softly to the kid above his head.

Beelzebub was taken aback, "Eh? You won't carry me?"

"I'm tired." Qianwu coaxed him, "Can you walk for a while by yourself?"

"Okay." Beelzebub jumped down and ran to the front, "Do some exercise, your appetite will be better."

Qian Wu didn't say a word, Jiang Chen looked at him sideways, and saw those black eyes were deep and cold, lined with bright red lips, like ice and snow falling on a rose petal.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt that the front of the windbreaker was lifted, and a slender and cool hand reached in, stroking his waist and groping backwards.

The hand finally stuck to his lower back.

The soft and slender painter's hand gently stroked his waist through the thin fabric.

Covered by the shiny cloth, there was a faint sound of the blade being unsheathed.

The saber pinned to his waist was pulled away by Qianwu.

Qianwu walked behind Beelzebub, he lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, as if he was just walking normally.

However, that slender arm was tense, and he slowly raised the cold blade behind Beelzebub.

The moment he swung the knife down, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

That hand was very strong, but the movement of holding him was very gentle, using the fingertips to exert force, for fear that the bones would hurt him.

Beelzebub suddenly turned around.

Jiang Chen just pulled Qianwu's arm into the windbreaker and put it behind his back.He smiled warmly, held Qianwu's hand behind his back and silently inserted the knife back into the scabbard.

"Go your way." Jiang Chen smiled at Beelzebub for the first time, and said, "You have to look ahead when you walk, be careful not to fall."

Beelzebub gave him a strange look, turned his head and continued bouncing around.

Jiang Chen's hand was holding Qianwu's wrist tightly under the windbreaker, and he approached Qianwu with a light smile, as if he wanted to pull him into the windbreaker's arms.

The two were so close that they could hear each other's erratic breathing.

"Don't be impulsive, calm down." With a smile on his face, Jiang Chen said in a very low voice, "Our task name is to stop greedy Sikang, and you are here to be a cook."

One sentence suddenly awakened Qianwu, as if pulling him out of a daze.

"Swinging this knife down is the same as Qu Ying killing the manor owner in the last dungeon. It is a contempt for the task. Beelzebub will be refreshed again, and you will be executed by your nerves." Jiang Chen smiled, in order to whisper to him. Let Beelzebub hear him, and gently rub against him, looking from behind as intimate as kissing the side of the ear.

His lips pressed against Qianwu's hair again and again in a comforting manner, and he whispered softly, "Have you been bewitched by something, come to your senses, and let go of your hands."

"There are exiles in our team, no matter what you thought just now, give up that thought. Obedient baby, be good."

After a long time, Qianwu's breathing finally calmed down, and the corners of his eyes and brows gradually returned to their usual tranquility and indifference.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and opened an inch away from him again.

Qian Wu looked at the road ahead, and suddenly said after a while: "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Chen let out a low "Huh?" in his throat.

Qianwu looked up at him, "Stop me, stop me, why are you kissing my hair?"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "You were the one who touched my waist first."

Qianwu said softly word by word: "In order to draw the sword."

Jiang Chen smiled and said nothing.

Qian Wu stared at him, "Should I remind you, we broke up for three years."

"No need to remind." Jiang Chen slightly raised his eyebrows: "It is only after breaking up that we have to settle the accounts."

"There are comings and goings, the world is fair."