Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 222: One Hundred Demons Parade at Night! Keep Out! (Two in One)

"Your next words had better be something human can say, not some nonsense." Zi Jin was still a little worried and reminded: "Time is really tight now."

"Oh, then I have nothing to say." Wu Wang showed a disappointed expression.

Everyone couldn't help but twitch their lips.

This guy really wants to tell a joke at a time like this!
Is there really nothing wrong with his mind?
Then Wu Wang immediately smiled and said, "I'm just kidding. I'm the old idea king."

"This battle between Guan Erye and Chi You in the salt pond seems ridiculous, doesn't it?"

"But as far as I know, this scene is real."

"I was dancing so happily just now that I didn't think about it for a while. Now that I've calmed down, I remember that I've seen this play."

The statement that Wu was destroyed is not nonsense.

When he was reading books on ancient culture and history, he came across content about the origin of culture.

I actually wrote about this opera as an example.

After all, there are too many things in his mind, and it always takes some time for him to recall them.

Not only opera, there is also a crosstalk about Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong.

The same content seems absurd and weird at first glance.

In short, in the process of historical development.

Guan Erye’s cultural image is no longer limited to the Three Kingdoms period.

Instead, it was gradually deified and then underwent corresponding changes based on local customs or legends.

"In folk beliefs, Lord Guan represents goodness and justice. Yes, he has become a partner of justice. This is Shirou Emiya's happiest episode."

"Chiyou represents evil and sin."

"Also, it seems Guan Erye was originally from Jiezhou, near the salt lake. So this seemingly abstract opera is nothing more than the locals adding a touch of their own family touch to a familiar legend."

This historical anecdote that came out of his mouth made all the players stunned.

To be honest, they really didn't expect that this guy would actually make an analysis from a historical perspective.

I never expected that the widow who seemed to be not very smart had such a rich cultural heritage.

It seemed that he noticed the strange look in their eyes.

Wu Wang frowned and said, "You seem to be thinking of something impolite. I feel like you're about to ask, 'How could such a person have ever been educated?'"

The players whose inner thoughts were exposed by him looked embarrassed.

But the next second, he proudly said, "Of course I have to read more books and newspapers. Otherwise, where would I get so much knowledge to play with abstractions?"

Players: "..."

That’s right, this guy really has a problem with his brain.

I have seen people improve their quality through reading.

I have never seen anyone studying just to have a job and lower their own standards.

"Ahem, ahem, let me continue talking about Master Guan Er." Wu Wang said again with a serious face: "From this perspective, if it corresponds to the situation in the God of Plays Yi Garden..."

Before he finished speaking, the book boy with his eyes closed immediately took over the conversation:

"That is, something happened in this garden that these ghosts considered to be 'evil', but it was later resolved by 'good'."

"But since Guan Erye is a deity in the play, not a mortal, it could also be interpreted as the 'good' in the garden also ascending to heaven after defeating the 'evil'?"

"Now the ghosts want to use this Nuo opera sacrifice to call for the arrival of 'goodness' again."

"It can be understood that in their eyes, 'evil' is like Chi You, who was dismembered in the salt pond, but has now made a comeback?"

Hear what the book boy said.

There was something strange about the way everyone looked at him.

Especially Qiao Biluo's eyes showed a feeling of "Being able to keep up with the widow's thinking, is there something wrong with your brain?"

In response, Wu Wang nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."

"I understand." Zijin immediately reacted and said, "You want to use the ghosts' Nuo opera to learn the good and evil of the NPCs in Xishenyi Garden, so as to find a way to make them leave?"

Snapped--

Wu Wang snapped his fingers.

Nodding in agreement with the idea.

After all, he knew some of the events of the past through the memories of the dilapidated theater.

I also discovered the contradictions between the past and the present.

You should know that Lou Yu finally disappeared in this Nuo Opera House.

Wu Wangke couldn't believe that the current state of the Nuo Opera House had nothing to do with her disappearance.

In other words, these ghosts actually know some inside information about what happened back then.

From their perspective, the concepts of "good" and "evil" may explain some of the contradictions in memories.

Maybe we can find a way to make the ghosts willingly give up the body of the Blue-haired Executioner.

"How are we going to communicate with them? Dance? We haven't learned Nuo opera." Qiao Biluo frowned.

But when saying this.

Her gaze was clearly directed towards Wu Wang.

Just now, the other party performed a Nuo opera to threaten these ghosts.

It was obvious that she was pointing Wu Wang to communicate through dancing.

I don't want to do something that might be dangerous.

In response, Wu Wang shook his head and said, "The focus of Nuo opera is not the dance itself, but the conveyance of ideas."

"You don't really think I can dance the Nuo dance?"

This sentence made the others start to recall his dance just now.

I couldn't help but show a confused expression.

What else? If you don't know how to perform Nuo opera, then what was that just now?
Seeing them like this, the book boy sighed and said, "What he just did seemed to be a 2D online dance called 'Pure Land of Bliss'. I only vaguely thought it was similar before, but now seeing him like this, I'm basically sure it's definitely true."

"Wow, you're quite knowledgeable, little brother!" Wu Wang raised his eyebrows in praise.

do not know why.

Everyone suddenly felt that habit was a terrible thing.

If it were in the past, I and others would have seen players dancing "Pure Land" in front of ghosts.

You might feel that either he is crazy or the world is crazy.

But now it is discovered that the person who jumped was a widow.

My first reaction was to think that it was reasonable and logical?

This guy unknowingly raised everyone's abstract threshold.

"Don't just stand there, let's dance together." said the servant.

After saying that, he walked up to the group of ghosts.

With a serious expression, he began to dance in a wild and unrestrained manner.

At first glance, players even felt that there was nothing wrong with changing his robe into a fur skirt.

Only Wu Wang was stunned.

Of course he was joking when he said he couldn't dance Nuo dance.

So now the demise of Wu can be 100% certain.

The book boy can really dance.

And it's quite standard. It doesn't seem like an imitation of the dance of ghosts, but more like an instinctive reaction developed through years of training.

This guy...hid himself so well.

Wu Wang now even doubted that even without his previous interpretation of "Guan Erye's Battle with Chiyou in the Salt Lake".

The book boy could actually figure it out himself.

Or when encountering [Blessing] before, the servant boy could also convey his thoughts to the masked ghost through Nuo dance in order to protect himself.

This person's cultural knowledge of opera is not inferior to mine.

In other words, his understanding of this copy far exceeds other people's imagination.

"Don't be stunned, ladies. You don't want to become a two-dimensional paper wife, do you?" Wu Wangchao said to Zijin and Xiaoxiao beside him.

After saying that, he pointed at the ghost mask on the ground.

These masks are also decreasing as the physical conditions of other players begin to change towards the underworld, and are replaced by more and more underworld ghosts in the garden.

They now seem to understand that if they stay here any longer.

In the end, it will become one of the ghost masks, remaining forever in this Nuo opera house and becoming a part of the underworld.

So, they also stepped forward and danced as much as possible.

Try to use dance to ask the ghosts who the "good" and "evil" in the Garden of God of Play represent.

Seeing that Qiao Biluo was unmoved.

Wu Wang said again: "Aren't you going to start the engine of this semi-trailer?"

"Half...half hanging?" Qiao Biluo said with an ugly expression and gritted teeth.

She does have a plump figure.

But the word "half-hook" is still a bit too aggressive.

If she wasn't in crisis now, Qiao Biluo really wanted to take out her props and slap this nonsense guy to death.

But thinking of her opponent's skill in fighting the prince, she held back. Just like that, all the players began to perform different dances in front of the ghosts.

At first they were hostile.

But gradually, his attention was attracted by the dancing of Wu Wang and Shu Tong.

This time, Wu Wang still did not dance the Nuo dance.

It's break dancing, and the moves are extremely difficult.

In theory, this is just an eye-catching technical feature.

But the aura he exuded, which was comparable to that of Guan Yu when he was born, allowed the ghosts and monsters to understand the message he wanted to convey in his heart.

In fact, Wu Wang himself did not realize it.

Whether he was dancing to convey messages now or before, in the eyes of the ghosts he was purely playing the role of "Abyss God".

So they can understand it smoothly.

Just like what the book boy said before -

"Sacrifice means to observe, to bring human affairs to the attention of the gods."

The essence of sacrifice is to tell stories to ghosts and gods.

At this moment, Wu Wang is a god in the eyes of ghosts.

We must listen to divine oracles.

The servant on the other side danced with such standard that the ghosts briefly thought that the person standing there was one of them dancing.

He waved his hand to tear off the corners of his robe that slightly restricted his posture, and every step he took seemed to step heavily on the hearts of the people around him.

The roars that came from his mouth from time to time were full of wildness and primitiveness.

At this time, the book boy is the most perfect "corpse".

His level of professionalism is simply incomprehensible.

Even though he didn't have a ghost mask on his face, he looked like a different person to others.

The other players gradually stopped dancing.

This contrasts with the ghostly and divine pressure emanating from Wu Wang and the perfect performance of the Nuo dance by the servant boy.

The three of them were like new recruits who were drafted into the Battle of Verdun just as they came of age.

He is not even qualified to be a supporting role.

Because the masked ghosts never even looked at the three of them.

Qiao Biluo couldn't help but say angrily, "Why did that bastard ask us to dance just now? It's obvious that just the two of them are enough."

As someone with a poor figure and dancing skills, she was so embarrassed by the few twists she made just now that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

Although Zijin was a little confused, he didn't ask.

On the contrary, it was Xiaoxiao who heard Qiao Biluo's complaints.

After a moment of silence, he said, "He probably just wants to tease you and make you go up and dance and embarrass yourself."

Qiao Biluo: “?”

I don't know why, but I can't find any reason to refute it.

Because I feel like that guy is a real bastard who can do such a ridiculous thing in a life-and-death crisis.

dong dong dong-

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

At this moment, the sound of drums was heard again around.

The masked ghosts began to perform the Nuo dance.

The scale this time is obviously larger than before.

Because Xiaoxiao and others even saw the masked ghosts gradually disperse.

Some ran to the roof and started dancing in the moonlight; some took out a wooden sword from somewhere and started swinging it; some lay on the ground and rubbed the masks on their faces with mud, making them dirty.

The most puzzling thing is that there are even ghosts who pick up branches and stick them on their heads.

In an instant, the entire Nuo opera theater was filled with masked ghosts.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons slowly unfolds before the players like a scroll.

Watch the strange actions and Nuo dance of these masked ghosts.

The three female players were extremely nervous.

They all took out their props and were ready to defend themselves at any time.

And constantly check yourself to see if the changes that are blessed appear again.

However, as the masked ghosts' Nuo dance became more and more complicated.

However, they found that Wu Wang and Shu Tong were gradually disappearing in the Nuo dance.

The two of them seemed to have completely immersed themselves in the sacrifice.

"No...that's not right." Xiao Xiao narrowed her eyes and said uncertainly, "It seems like they are really just conveying some kind of information, not attacking us."

Obviously, the content this time is more complicated.

No matter how much they danced along, they could not understand the message contained in it.

It seems that the only thing we can do is wait for Wu to die and Shu Tong to reappear.

At this moment, Zijin's gaze suddenly turned to the wall.

He asked somewhat puzzledly, "Look over there...is there an extra road?"

Xiaoxiao and Qiao Biluo looked around.

I was shocked to find that an arched door had appeared on the originally inky black wall.

At the end of it is a rather small courtyard.

There's nothing strange in there.

There is only one ancient well in the garden.

Next to it were wooden buckets and ropes for drawing water.

Inoue also sealed it tightly with a millstone that was so huge that even two people couldn't hug it.

Its weight is so heavy that it cannot be easily moved.

The three of them looked at each other.

Zijin walked in first.

This place obviously appeared because of the Nuo dance of the masked ghosts.

Since it is hidden so secretly, there must be important clues in it.

Now Wu Wang and Shu Tong are still negotiating with them and cannot escape. This fleeting opportunity cannot be missed.

However, just as he stepped into the courtyard.

Zijin exclaimed.

He immediately threw out a long strip of object from his sleeve.

That was the hairpin she had used to exchange information with other players.

At this moment, the hairpin was emitting bursts of cold air.

Making it completely impossible to grasp normally.

"Is this place... related to Lou Yu?" Zijin speculated.

The only person she could think of who could cause the hairpin to react was its owner, Lou Yu.

boom--

Outside the yard, the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was at its climax.

The beating of drums was like thunder.

Grayish-white lines appeared on Wu Wang and the servant's dancing bodies.

Gradually spreading to their faces.

A music score that looks like a ghost face begins to form.

Especially Wu Wang, the weak black and white Peking Opera mask on his left wrist was quickly turning from illusion to reality.

He even began to look ferocious and tried to crawl out from Wu Wang's body.

However, he didn't react at all.

Just immersed in the stories told by the masked ghosts.

The expressions on both of their faces became more and more exciting.

They murmured in unison: "The people who disappeared that year..."

"Not Lou Yu!"

“But it’s Yu Ji!”

　Originally, my friends in real life only knew that I was writing a book, but they didn’t know what it was called. Until today, a buddy suddenly @ me in the group and posted the title of the book, waaaah.

　　Now, everyone in real life knows that I am abstract.

　　But it's not all bad news.

　　At least they finally confirmed that I was not writing pornographic articles.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)