Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 196 The God of Plays Garden
"Why does it have to be me?"

Wu Wanggu said with embarrassment.

It seems like this boss has too many secrets.

It's not enough that he can be resurrected from the dead, control ghosts, and know the method of human sacrifice, the effect of which is unknown.

The most important thing is that Wu Wang remembers it very clearly -

The Zombie Prince calls him "Brother Ji"!
The owner of a mere Liyuan opera troupe could actually become brothers with a prince who was guarding the border and fighting on the battlefield.

Even if you don’t know the current era background.

But since the lighting tools here are still at the level of candles, and there are princes and other royal family members present.

There's no way it can be modern.

Unlike the stars in modern society who are sought after and have a prominent status, in the past, most actors had to practice hard to master the acting skills since childhood.

But it's not a good career.

First-rate imperial ministers, second-rate officials and generals, and third-rate gentry and merchants.

The fourth-rate sects are teaching gangs, the fifth-rate are craftsmen, and the sixth-rate are doctors, farmers.

The seventh-rate are witches and beggars, the eighth-rate are thieves, swindlers and robbers, and the ninth-rate are performers and prostitutes.

Singing and performing for a living is considered the lowest level of the lowest class.

In a sense, the status of opera singers is even lower than that of prostitutes.

After all, prostitutes can become good people and marry officials, celebrities and other upper-class people to change their status.

Actors are also called actors and actresses, and they will never be able to turn their lives around.

Not to mention that they were not allowed to participate in the scientific examinations, they were not even allowed to marry into the upper class and could only marry within their ethnic group.

It is no exaggeration to say that once a slave, always a slave.

In this situation full of discrimination chain.

A first-rate "king" can look down upon the ninth-rate "play".

That itself is the biggest problem.

The knowledge Wu Wang had accumulated over the years was enough to allow him to detect abnormalities in any clues that deviated from the facts.

"Are you still playing dumb with me? Don't think I don't know. Your family has been shamans for generations. For the brothers you spend every day with, figuring out their birth dates and zodiac signs must be easy, right?"

The class leader stared straight into Wu Wang's eyes.

He continued word by word, "Only you know whose limbs to take."

Wu Wang: “?”

Do I know this? Should I know this?
Holy shit! It turns out I’m not simple either! ?

But I am not really a white man!

One foot he asked her to make medicine and pills, the next foot he asked her to perform witchcraft and fortune-telling.

Why is this dungeon level 8 difficulty?
"Ahem, since you already know about this, if I don't agree to come down, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this theater today."

Wu Wang glanced at the colorful bodies and the clown ghost on the stage.

Even the many broken ghosts on the ground acting as corpses.

These guys were all looking at him eagerly.

It seemed as if as long as the boss gave the order, they would pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

The class owner smiled slightly and said, "I never said that. After all, the prince will see you tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Wang stood up.

He walked out of the theater without looking back.

He only left a sentence: "Then I will give you an answer after meeting the prince tomorrow."

After Wu was destroyed.

The troupe owner sat alone in the empty auditorium.

Looking at the five-colored ghost shadows pieced together on the stage, his eyes couldn't help but become dazed.

She opened her mouth slightly and sang in a high pitch: "My strength can pull up mountains and my spirit can conquer the world! The time is not right and my horse will not move! What can I do if my horse will not move! Yu Xi, Yu Xi, what can I do~"

His singing skills are so amazing that they can move any audience who hears him.

It is hard to imagine that this is the singing skill that a man with a handsome young face can possess.

What's more, the troupe leader was even humming the tune while sitting, and it seemed that he was quite comfortable with it.

Accompanied by his lyrics.

The five-colored ghost on the stage picked up a sharp sword that gleamed with cold light from somewhere and placed it around his neck.

Turning around, the head fell to the ground.

It rolled all the way to the boss's feet and looked at his face with its featureless face.

I saw a crystal clear teardrop falling on the head.

In an instant, the candlelight and all the strange ghostly shadows disappeared without a trace.

Here we are plunged into darkness where we cannot even reach our hands.

The door of the theater opened automatically without wind.

It slammed shut with a loud bang.

The entire theater fell silent again.

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On the other side, Wu Wang met the skinny old man as soon as he came out.

The other party took him to his accommodation.

It just looks like a row of slightly delicate brick and tile houses, and the overall look is not particularly grand.

But considering the current era and low productivity, all this is normal, and Wu Wang did not notice anything unusual.

"Master Bai, we're here." The skinny old man said with a flattering smile, "The troupe owner asked us to tell all the actors to get a good rest tonight and not miss tomorrow's performance."

Wu Wang nodded casually to indicate that he had heard it.

Unexpectedly, the skinny old man did not leave immediately.

Instead, he reminded him again.

"It's been a bit uneasy at night in the garden lately. If you need anything, just call me in the middle of the night."

"Try not to go out at night to avoid catching a cold."

After saying this, he reincarnated and left.

However, Wu Wang narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man's hunched back.

The other party's next two sentences are quite intriguing.

What does it mean that there is unrest in the garden at night?
Haunted? That's no joke.

Because I know very well that there really is a ghost in this opera house!
Could it be that besides the boss and the ghosts under his command, there are other ghosts in this Xishenyi Garden?

"Friends over there, if you've seen enough, can you come out and chat?"

After the old man is completely gone.

Wu Wang withdrew his gaze and spoke casually while lying on the bed.

After a while, there was no movement in the house.

He pulled out a chamber pot from under the bed.

The corner by the door said again: "Follow me all the way back to the house from the moment I entered the theater. If you continue to act stupid, don't blame me for being Monkey King again. You don't want to be Tathagata's finger, do you?"

I saw that this guy actually started to loosen his belt.

Someone who was secretly observing finally couldn't hold it anymore.

A scarecrow stumbled out from behind the corner of the table.

He was the first to speak and asked, "Sorry, I mean no harm, I just want to ask you a question."

Hearing this familiar loli voice.

Wu Wang raised the corner of his mouth and immediately knew whose prop this scarecrow belonged to.

After hesitating for a moment, the other party continued, "I'd like to ask, do you know a player named [Yan Shuangying]?"

Obviously, the one controlling the scarecrow is the fox loli - [Xiaoxiao].

She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the player named Widow.

That's why I quietly observe the other person's actions.

I didn't expect that it would be discovered so quickly.

Facing this spy who had come to his doorstep, Wu Wang shrugged and said with a smile, "Of course I know him. He was my private school teacher."

"If it's convenient, let's go out and talk?"

"It's a good opportunity to visit this Xishenyi Garden."

"I want to see how uneasy it is at night."

(End of this chapter)