Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 223: The Man in the Well, the Soul in the Eyes (Two in One)

Tick-tick-tick-

Zi Jin, who was standing in the small courtyard, began to hear a strange ticking sound. At first, it sounded like the second hand of a clock moving non-stop, and in a trance, it sounded like drops of water rippling the calm surface of a lake.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred.

She didn't pay any attention to the voices of Xiaoxiao and Qiao Biluo calling her.

He walked towards the well in a daze.

With each step forward, she stepped on the slightly soft ground, leaving footprints.

Then, out of nowhere, another faint footprint appeared and followed.

However, this strange footprint was covered with water stains, as if it had just crawled out of the bottom of a well.

Zijin's robe also began to become gradually moist, as if the water molecules in the air were becoming denser.

"Yu, have you forgotten me..."

"You promised... to return the hairpin to me..."

"Zijin...come back soon..."

"Qiao Biluo... come and help pull her up..."

The sound from deep in the well echoed with the calls of companions nearby.

This made Zijin's mind even more confused.

But the body gradually moved closer to the well.

Xiaoxiao tried her best to hold her back but failed.

And no matter what props are used on it, it seems that there is no way to purify this state.

Qiao Biluo stood far away at the door and didn't dare to get close.

I was afraid that I would also inexplicably start walking towards the well.

Just as Zijin had reached the mouth of the well, his whole body was pressed against the huge stone millstone pressing on the well mouth.

Waves of cold air rose from the bottom of the well and entered Zijin's body through the huge stone millstone.

In an instant, her already fair cheeks lost all their rosiness and turned pale. Even her hair began to become dry and white.

His vitality as a living person seemed to be fading rapidly.

At this moment, a whistling sound was heard in the air.

A pair of big hands carrying several silver needles made of paper fell towards Zijin's position.

"There was a loud bang in the sky! My buddy made a brilliant appearance!"

Wu Wang's despicable voice appeared above the huge stone millstone.

【Palm from the Sky】!
Boom——

The enormous impact force instantly shattered the huge stone millstone, and the air was filled with gray-white powder left by the broken stone.

The paper-made silver needles accurately pierced Zijin's Baihui, Taiyang and Fengchi points.

The white paper needle turned black in an instant.

It was as if some substance was extracted from Zijin's body and dyed it black.

Her eyes immediately became clear.

What followed was a surge of fear and panic.

"I... I saw her!" Zijin took a few steps back trembling, as if this well was some kind of monster.

"She's in the well! She's waiting for a scapegoat to pull her out! Stay away from the well!"

pat-

However, Zijin's words had just fallen.

Wu Wang fell from the sky and smashed the huge stone millstone, landing on the edge of the well.

He looked down with a look of suicidal curiosity.

Dongdong——dongdong——

When I took a look, what I saw was a little unexpected.

A huge pupil floated on the water surface at the bottom of the well, almost filling the entire well mouth, staring upward silently.

Wu Wang's head made direct eye contact with him.

Just for a moment.

His body began to tremble as he felt the familiar sense of distortion, and mutterings that seemed to come from the distant horizon and echo in his head filled his nerve cells.

The red vertical pupil on the wrist began to blink wildly, echoing the pupils in the well.

Then this is the authentic Seal of the Abyss God!

"Oh... My head is so itchy! It feels like it's going to grow a brain!" Wu Wang stretched out his hand and scratched his scalp frantically.

Its shadow was stretched out very long and thin on the ground under the moonlight.

With his movements, the shadow began to twist wildly like a demon attached to the ground, and its weirdness was no less than that of the masked ghost outside.

"Widow!" Xiaoxiao took a step forward.

He raised his hand and tried to pull Wu Wang down from the well.

shhhhh--

But the next second, several paper swords flew from a distance.

He inserted his sword in front of Xiaoxiao and forcibly blocked her steps.

Then the stern voice of the servant boy sounded from behind, saying, "Don't get close to him, and don't touch him."

"If you don't want to be contaminated and turned into a monster too."

After saying this, the third eye on his forehead opened again.

This time it was different from the vertical pupils on the big red rag before.

He could clearly feel the breath coming from that existence.

The kind of pollution that has no distinction between good and evil, only chaos and distortion.

So pure, so powerful.

"What did he see?" Xiaoxiao asked with a frown.

The servant glanced at the three female players in the courtyard.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "If you ask me this question in the [Spiritual Disaster Square], you'll need to pay at least 5,000 Disaster Coins or two pieces of epic equipment."

"But now I'm not sure if I can complete this dungeon alone, so I'm giving you this information for free."

This sentence made others stunned.

What news is so expensive?
And this person is so confident that he has even considered clearing a nightmare-level dungeon alone?
What kind of strength does he have?

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a power within the well that doesn't belong to this dungeon world. Its source might even be higher in nature than the Venerable, and it's very likely the highest level of anything known in the Spiritual Disaster game. It will randomly appear in any dungeon and contaminate its origin."

"This kind of power is filled with chaos and distortion. As a player, even just seeing it, let alone touching it, will inevitably lead to being contaminated."

"His name is Death."

Seeing the serious expression on the servant's face, there was also a hint of fear of death.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

I think this information is very likely to be true.

This guy didn't lie to them.

"Does He really exist? That post is not fabricated?" Zijin said in surprise.

She suddenly remembered that an extremely ridiculous rumor had been circulating on the Lingzai APP.

It is said that a team of five high-level players all died in a simple copy.

The message they conveyed before their death was...

[There is an unknown power in this instance, He is the disaster that ends everything.]

He will bring the end to the entire universe.

But the player who spread the news died in another dungeon not long after.

And according to people who know the player.

This guy had suffered from some kind of mental pollution several copies ago, and strange things kept flashing through his mind.

So that post is mostly a product of nonsense.

This incident caused a stir in the discussion, but it faded away with the passage of time.

"He's probably finished. I'll find a way to remove his mask. I have a way to take the Executioner's body away from this Nuo Opera House." The servant glanced at his robe and said, "Time is running out."

"After we get out, I'll explain to you what those ghosts just said, but I need you to exchange intelligence for this information."

It was then that Zijin and his group noticed—

A light white dragon pattern inexplicably appeared on the servant boy's white robe.

If you stare at it for too long, it will seem as if it has life and is swimming and roaring on the clothes.

It looks like this is also a piece of equipment.

"The more obvious the dragon pattern on my clothes becomes, the further we are from the realm of the living."

"When the white dragon swims to my collar and bites me, it will prove that we have completely become part of the underworld."

As the servant spoke, he pulled out a large amount of paper from his sleeve again.

They began to fly and circle, folding into the shape of a long stick, with a hook formed at the top.

It seems that he intends to knock off the [Divine Mask] on Wu Wang's face and then hook him over.

Unexpectedly, when the wooden stick was stretched towards Wu Wang.

A fierce look suddenly flashed in the other person's eyes.

With a slight movement of his feet, several figures of Wu Wang appeared in the yard in an instant.

【Tiangang Seven Star Steps】!
These phantoms seemed to be affected by something, running around in the yard and making the players exhausted from dealing with them.

At this moment, a hint of murderous intent appeared in Qiao Biluo's eyes.

He used his remaining arm to pull out a seemingly small pistol. However, if someone could identify the equipment at this time, they would be able to find it.

This little pistol is no simple matter.

[Xiao Daidai's Toy Gun (Premium, Consumable Item): The gun only has one bullet. Targets hit by it will take double damage from mechanical items within three seconds. Any damage inflicted by mechanical items cannot be repaired within half an hour.]

[Note: A gun in the hands of a fool can still fire deadly bullets. Players, please do not hand over dangerous items to people with low intelligence.]

boom--

The next second, she shot Wu Wang in the heart.

The bullet cut through the air and pierced the opponent's chest.

Due to its characteristic that it cannot repair injuries in a short period of time.

In her opinion, let alone being polluted to the point of insanity, even if Wu Wang was awake at this moment.

There's no way to survive without a heart, right?
Xiao Xiao, who was standing by, saw this and immediately yelled with her eyes wide open: "What are you doing, you fat woman!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Qiao Biluo to argue with her.

But the other party just snorted disdainfully and said, "He's already contaminated anyway. Instead of continuing to suffer and tormenting us, why not let me kill him quickly? That way we can get the mask faster, right?"

Zijin and Shutong said nothing.

Although doing so seemed a bit like adding insult to injury, they did not stop Qiao Biluo's actions.

After all, there was nothing wrong with what the fat woman said.

Especially when the book boy knew how terrible the pollution of [Death] was.

He recalled the tragic scene in another dungeon where players who were contaminated by [Death] turned into monsters and exploded to death in a short period of time.

Among them is a senior player who specializes in the spiritual level.

He only lasted three seconds longer than the others.

Now it is natural to think that Wu is doomed.

The most urgent thing is not to consider comradeship and player friendship. The key is to escape from this Nuo Opera alive.

Seeing Wu dead, his chest was empty and he had lost his heart and died.

The servant boy immediately reached out with the paper stick in his hand and tried to pick up the mask.

Boom boom boom——

But unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud noise was heard around.

At first glance, it turned out to be those strange masked creatures outside jumping over from all directions, blocking Wu Wang and making deafening roars.

"What should we do? There are too many of them and we can't defeat them all." Zi Jin's face gradually became ugly.

There was a gleam of light in the boy's eyes.

He spoke quickly, "All the masked ghosts are coming! The body of the [Executioner] outside is unattended! Let's go get his body first!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran out of the yard.

The other three looked at each other and could only follow closely.

While Zijin was running, his eyes kept scanning the ground around him.

I want to find the hairpin that I dropped and take it away.

After all, Wu Wang is now the scapegoat for the woman in the well.

The hairpin should be able to be touched again.

But she didn't notice the hairpin that had fallen in a conspicuous place.

There were only messy footprints and masked ghosts pouring in on the ground.

If you stay any longer, you may not be able to withdraw at all.

In response, she could only sigh and leave the courtyard.

Xiaoxiao, who was walking at the back, ran out at the last moment.

Still looking towards the well worriedly.

The masked ghosts everywhere had blocked Wu Wang's figure so much that it was almost invisible.

But that’s the gap.

Make her notice.

Wu Wang, whose eyes were originally flashing with madness and distortion.

His eyes had suddenly become extremely clear, even with a hint of playfulness, and there was no sign of being polluted at all.

He turned his head and looked at himself through the gap.

The moment the two looked at each other.

Wu Wang raised his hand slightly and made a gesture of silence in front of his lips.

"Shh, trust me."

The moment Xiaoxiao understood his lip language, she also discovered it.

The hairpin that Zi Jin couldn't find before leaving was now lying in Wu Wang's other hand.

Sparkling in the moonlight.

When did this happen! ?
The crazy beating of those phantoms suddenly flashed through her mind.

No! It's not crazy at all!

This guy is using shadows to distract other people's sight and attention.

His seemingly chaotic twisting just happened to pull his shadow in the moonlight to cover the hairpin that fell to the ground.

Although I don't know why he did this.

But Xiaoxiao could guess that this guy must have used some ability to pick it up!

Eventually, the yard was completely filled with masked ghosts.

The moment she stepped out, the arched entrance became a solid wall again.

Xiaoxiao was left standing there in a daze, feeling like her brain was about to burn.

He is not polluted at all!

What did he see at the bottom of the well?
Why stay alone?

"Hey! Are you okay? We've got the body. Let's go back and report to the troupe owner." Zijin came over, patted Xiaoxiao on the shoulder, and said, "The servant said there's another way to leave the Nuo Opera House. It's just a little risky, but it's better than going back and facing those ghosts."

I thought Xiaoxiao was devastated by Wu Wang's death.

After all, it can be seen that the two people should know each other.

Who would have thought that the other party was just shocked by Wu Wang's crazy behavior.

Can this guy really come out alive?
Xiaoxiao kept asking herself.

But then he thought of how the other party was at ease at the puppet theater last night.

In addition, his master [Yan Shuangying] also likes to do this kind of actions that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and he can still play the strategy copy alive and well.

She felt much more at ease.

----

At this time, Wu in the courtyard died.

He rubbed his chest, where Qiao Biluo had shot him just now.

This shot was a bit personal.

That fat woman must have wanted to kill herself for a long time.

I'll settle the score with you after I get out.

Kaka-

The next second, a familiar clicking sound began to ring in my ears.

This was the strange noise that happened in the dilapidated theater before the memories appeared.

Sure enough, you have to hold this hairpin to trigger something.

As for why Zijin failed to trigger it successfully...

Wu Wang lowered his head and looked down into the well again.

He suspected that it was because Zijin had not seen this——

In addition to the pupil of the Abyss God, there was also a skeleton curled up at the bottom of the well.

There was also a Overlord Spear standing next to the dry bones.

"Hehe, you riddlers, it's better for you to tell the truth." Wu Wangchao smiled at the masked monster beside him.

"Otherwise, I won't be your Lord Guan."

Hearing this, the masked ghosts all let out anxious roars.

It was as if he was making some kind of promise to Wu Wang.

That’s right! In the previous Nuo dance.

He didn't just ask the ghosts about the correspondence between good and evil.

And promised them—

I will eliminate the "evil" in Xishen Yi Garden.

Before that, he had to find out what happened that night and why the missing person in the story told by the masked ghost was Yu Ji instead of Lou Yu.

Thinking of this, Wu Wang took a deep breath.

Place the hairpin in front of you and clasp your arms around it.

Falling straight back.

Fall into the well.

clang--

It's like throwing it at a mirror and shattering it.

He fell into the memory of that night amid the sound of breaking...

(End of this chapter)