Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 220 Do you also want to dance?

dong dong dong-

"Huh!"

dong dong dong-

"Huh!"

In Wu Wang's eyes, Li Wang's figure wearing a strange mask began to dance even harder.

And the scary ghosts around also began to take strange steps.

Along with the sound of drums coming from somewhere around them, they also roared in shocking tones.

The hideous lines on each ghost's face began to distort, as if they had real life, making their expressions appear even more eerie.

At the same time, the players also noticed it.

The changes in my palms became more obvious.

The cuticle of the pig's trotter, which looked like it had not been shaved, was forming rapidly, and even the coarse black hairs were popping out one after another like bamboo shoots after rain.

They could not see the dance of the ghosts.

But one could feel a cold wind howling in the entire Nuo opera theater.

The rags that were originally hung on the wooden pillar began to flutter in the wind and rustle.

They were large red cloths that looked like the curtains on a theater stage.

It’s just that the time is too long, or it has experienced countless years of wind and rain in this garden.

This made the red cloth look a little tattered, and there were even holes in many places.

But when they are blown by the cold wind.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling these large tattered red cloths, making their edges align and connect.

Finally, it formed a picture that almost covered half of the garden.

At first glance, the red cloth seems to cover the sky and the sun.

In the center of this red cloth.

Has a huge vertical pupil.

It just stared at the players.

Then he blinked.

"Close your eyes! Don't look at each other!" the servant boy shouted.

Then a large amount of yellow and white paper flowed out from his sleeves, just like the yellow paper burned in ancestor worship and the white round paper money scattered in the air during funerals.

These had previously obscured the view of other players for a moment.

This prevented them from making eye contact with the red vertical pupils at the first moment.

The servant boy also immediately closed his eyes, fearing that he might accidentally see the vertical pupils on the big red rag.

At the same time, he also raised his index finger and scratched his forehead hard.

What's creepy is.

The skin between his eyebrows slowly cracked, and a strange eye opened in the skull beneath the flesh and blood.

The eyes turned stiffly twice and began to look around.

Obviously, the book boy knew something.

And he can see things through this eye.

And can avoid being contaminated.

However, when his eyes looked at Wu Wang in front of him with difficulty.

He saw a scene that made his brain shut down——

Under the pollution that covers the sky.

A young man wearing a human skin mask raised his head and looked into the eyes of the unspeakable god.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was no trace of awe or fear in his eyes.

There was only excitement and banter.

How arrogant this is!
"No... Impossible! How could He... tolerate a mortal looking into His eyes?"

The servant boy was horrified.

He did know about the existence of the Abyss God.

But little is known about it.

I only know that no matter what level of copy it is.

Once this mark appears.

The difficulty of the entire dungeon will skyrocket, and even a simple dungeon can cause high-level players to fall at any time.

This thing comes from a being far superior to the gods and the venerable ones.

In a sense, this may be the mark left by the true gods in the world.

It is indescribable, inexpressible, and cannot be looked at directly.

The eyes on his forehead were the mark of the person he encountered in a difficult dungeon.

After surviving by chance.

It took a lot of effort to transform a prop that had been contaminated by Him and integrate it into his body.

Therefore, when using it to see things, you can barely resist high-intensity pollution.

But you can't stare at it all the time, you can only look at it for a few seconds at most.

Otherwise, the pollution that is completely beyond the player's cognition will completely distort themselves. Moreover, this eye prop has a lot of side effects.

The servant will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

So, he just glanced around.

This mark is now encountered in a nightmare-level dungeon.

I thought I was the only one who could hope to find out the truth.

I didn’t expect there are masters! ?

"This is all around..."

When the servant looked at Wu Wang, he also saw the outlines of a large number of ghosts and monsters beginning to appear around him.

Their dance is extremely strange.

But it makes people unconsciously focus on it.

It was as if this was not a sacrificial ritual.

It's telling a brilliant story.

It makes people want to continue reading.

"Damn it! The sacrifice has already started?" The servant boy gritted his teeth.

He also knew about the existence of the so-called "underworld".

I also understand that ordinary players cannot see everything in the underworld.

There must be some means to sense what's over there.

The reason why I was calmer than other players before.

Because the book boy also knows a strange rule of the "underworld" -

[The existence of another world can only be touched by those who can see it]

In other words, it was over there on the rockery.

The female ghost that Wu Wang saw could actually only affect Wu Wang alone.

She poses no threat to other players.

This is a very strange rule.

It's like Schrödinger's cat.

When the existence of the underworld is in an unobserved state, then they do not exist for you.

But when you observe them, they can naturally reach you.

But it's different now.

The [blessing] of this sacrifice has begun to affect players who are unable to observe the existence of the underworld.

And I am observing it little by little.

In other words, players are becoming more and more dangerous!
There must have been some changes that he had not anticipated.

"Did you hear any sound of drums?" Zijin said with his head down.

Although she didn't know why the servant asked everyone to close their eyes and scattered paper money to block their vision.

But seeing that he had even covered his eyes, he must have believed that some unknown danger was about to come through his sight.

Everyone here is a high-level player.

When they close their eyes, they naturally have their own ways to explore the things around them.

It just means that there is no way to open a third eye between the eyebrows to replace the line of sight as directly as the book boy.

Just as they sensed the changes around them.

The red cloth rustled in the howling wind.

There was a faint roar of drums and the sound of marching feet.

Hear her words.

The servant's face changed.

He was able to barely observe the underworld around Wu Wang because of his third eye.

But now even other players can hear the sound of the Nuo opera dance.

This means that they may see the existence of the underworld at any time.

By then, everyone will be in complete danger!

Just as the servant began to think about how to escape.

Wu Wang, who was laughing wildly at the front, suddenly jumped up after raising his head and looking at the Seal of the Abyss God.

It fell in front of the group of ghosts, which was the wooden pillar that Li Wang was surrounding.

With a ripping sound, he pulled the mask off the other person's face.

I don't know when a strange-shaped gun and a water pipe appeared in his hand.

He hit Li Wang on the back of the head suddenly.

He put the mask on his face and said with a smile:
"Do you want to dance too?"

"He's the kindergarten champion in the Latin dance competition, and he's won the community square dance senior citizen cup for three consecutive years. He can even cosplay as a zombie dancer at comic conventions and breakdance with wires on his bare hands."

"Nuo dance? I know a little bit about it."

After saying that, he opened his legs to a slightly exaggerated extent.

I began to blend into the group of ghosts dancing in different ways.

(End of this chapter)