Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 193 Your Majesty, you don’t look well?
"Level 19 is fine, but what the hell is level 10?"

"The Spiritual Disaster game simply doesn't allow anyone to survive, right?"

"The nightmare in this dungeon comes from teammates?"

No one spoke except Zijin and Shutong, two senior players.

The other three couldn't help but communicate with each other in shock.

They had never encountered such a huge difference in levels in a single instance.

I was a little confused for a while.

Is it the copy that is putting pressure on them?
A level 10 player is having a rough time in a nightmare dungeon! Isn't it just death when you step out?

Isn’t it funny!
"Alright, everyone, please be quiet for a moment." Zi Jin turned to look at the others and said, "Let's explore the current room first, and then leave together in five minutes to avoid being left alone."

Then she looked at Wu Wang and said, "I've already given you my advice. If you insist on not changing back to your makeup, please try not to get close to us. Otherwise, don't blame us if there's any misunderstanding."

Wu Wang narrowed his eyes and looked at the Qingyi actress.

The other person obviously has a leadership type of personality.

When they first met, she shared her insights on opera to help everyone analyze their identities. Then, after confirming that she was the highest level, she took the initiative to lift the red cloth in front of her, giving others the impression that "she would take the lead in danger."

In the end, he became the person in charge and made plans for everyone.

The whole process was extremely natural.

The reason for rejecting myself now is also very simple.

But worrying that damaging their makeup would cause additional dangers and thus affect their exploration of the copy content was just one of the reasons.

She also had another purpose - to use herself as a pathfinder.

She might not be the only one who has this idea.

Sure enough, after hearing Zijin's words.

The executioner swung a bloodstained sword out of thin air.

He pointed at Wu Wang and said, "Did you hear that, kid? Either you open the door and leave now, or I'll walk you out."

After saying this, a heart-pounding sense of oppression suddenly burst out from the big knife.

It was as if looking at him for one more moment would make my neck itch, as if I might be beheaded at any moment.

A level 10 player probably wouldn't even survive the first day in this dungeon.

It would be better to let him shine before he dies.

Used to pave the way for people to explore unknown places.

In response, Wu Wang shrugged.

He waved and smiled, "Then don't block the way, buddy, let's go out for a walk..."

Snapped--

Before he could finish his words, the door of the room was opened!
This caught everyone off guard and they all looked towards the door vigilantly.

A skinny old man with a shrewd face walked in from outside.

He was holding a broom in his hand and a rag was half-stuffed in his pocket.

The clothes on his body have become a little white due to long-term washing, but he is reluctant to change them, which is enough to show his low status.

When he saw everyone, he quickly said, "Hey! My dear ancestors! I finally found you! Why are you hiding in this abandoned warehouse?"

"The troupe owner and the prince have been waiting for you for a long time. If you don't go now, you might anger them."

"Come out with me quickly."

After saying that, the skinny old man opened the door completely.

He turned around and led the way ahead, ready to go somewhere.

Everyone looked at each other.

Half a second later, everyone stood up and walked towards the door.

In this case, there is no way to refuse the NPC's request.

From the copy introduction, we can see that——

This prince not only has a noble status, but also has the ability to bring catastrophic disaster to the entire opera world.

They can't gamble on whether the other party will be angry.

If you make a mistake, the copy might end just as it begins.

And the other side.

Wu Wang was also thinking.

He didn't know what the copy description other players saw was.

But it was clearly stated in the introduction of my copy that I, as the clown, killed the troupe leader.

There are two situations:

Or everyone else’s copy descriptions are the same, only yours is special.

Or each player's profile content will be different depending on the role they play.

Wu Wang is more inclined to the latter.

Then let’s make a bold guess.

Why does the system give such content differences that only players themselves can know? The reason is very simple——

Their characters have all done some shameful things!

Something that cannot be known by other players in this dungeon.

Perhaps killing the class leader himself would be the most serious thing, after all, it would cause the class leader, who has become a fierce ghost, to hunt him down directly.

But other private content is probably not simple either.

That would be a bit troublesome.

In this case, it is very difficult to get the main task from them.

Even stayed with them for a long time.

Maybe you will be exposed and arouse suspicion because you are not aware of their main mission.

Therefore, acting alone was part of Wu's plan for destruction.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have changed into a clown costume to deliberately make these players exclude him.

"This way, I'll take my leave now. Everyone please be careful when you go in."

While he was lost in thought, the skinny old man had already led everyone to the room in the Pear Garden specially used to receive distinguished guests.

What's strange is that the four sword-wielding guards standing by the door are actually wearing military uniforms?

His expression was so ferocious that it was like an angry King Kong, making it impossible to look directly at him.

The murderous aura around them made people wonder if they had just returned from a battlefield.

"Everyone, get ready."

Zi Jin glanced at Wu Wang and couldn't help but sigh.

What she reminded everyone was not to be prepared to meet the prince.

Instead, prepare life-saving measures.

The incident happened suddenly, and it was obvious that there was no time to forcibly put Wu Wang's makeup back on.

This abrupt image appeared in front of the prince and the troupe owner.

She couldn't bear to think of the consequences.

The key is that everyone has to go in.

I didn't expect that I would have to take things one step at a time right from the start of the copy.

This guy really deserves to die...

After saying that, she slowly opened the door.

In this huge reception room, the first thing that caught the eye was the man sitting in the main seat wearing a four-toed python robe.

Even when he was sitting, he was not much shorter than [Li Wang] who was 1.9 meters tall.

The chairs we sit on are also a few sizes larger than ordinary chairs.

I can’t imagine how big he is when he stands up.

The most important thing is——

Not only was his skin pale and his face ashen, he also had fangs, and the nails he used to turn the teacup were black and sharp.

He looked at everyone with interest, his eyes a grayish-white color filled with the aura of death.

There was no sign of life anywhere on his body.

"Fuck! This guy isn't even alive!"

"This prince is a zombie!?"

When the players saw this scene, their brains froze and they felt something was wrong.

Even Zijin, who had come into contact with zombie-type monsters in previous copies, broke out in a cold sweat.

It's not hard to tell from the guards outside.

This prince is most likely not the type of dandy and dissolute man, and may even be a vassal king guarding the frontier.

Zombies formed by Frontier King.

She didn't even dare to imagine how strong it was.

At the moment when everyone reacted and were about to bow and salute.

A sudden voice broke the solemnity in the room.

"Your Highness, you don't look well today. Your complexion is so sallow. Is it because you've been working day and night and not getting enough nutrition?"

"Do I have a remedy that can help you calm your mind and nourish your body?"

When these words were spoken, the players were dumbfounded.

I'm a fucking zombie! How can I not be livid?
And if you want to make jokes in this kind of situation, don't get us into trouble if you want to get yourself into trouble!

They looked at Wu Wang in despair.

I found that this guy was actually taking something out of his pocket.

The next second, he spoke and everyone's eyes went dark again -

"Ding-dang-dang! Six-flavor sweet potato balls!"

(End of this chapter)