Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 279: Life is not going as planned, and the clown is actually me?
Facing the somewhat abstract logical problem of Wu's death.

The failed fortune teller Yuan Disha was obviously unable to withstand it.

After thinking for a moment.

A strange purple aura began to emerge from the crystal ball.

He chose to avoid the subject.

Directly start divination for Wu Wang.

"My dear guest, I see in you..."

"Huh? What is this?"

Just when Yuan Disha was about to spy on the servant's past like he had just done, and present all the scenes of him who he thought were failures.

But he found that Wu Wang's memory was blank.

Oh, it can’t be said to be blank.

But it is a strange red.

No other images existed.

It's as if this person had never existed.

Just when he thought his crystal ball was really broken, causing unexpected divination results.

The red memory image began to emerge.

However, no matter how many pictures are shown.

There is only one content——

Red vertical pupils.

In an instant, the entire crystal ball changed from a mysterious purple to a strange and gorgeous blood red.

Countless red vertical pupils occupied it and began blinking frantically.

The playful expression in it makes people feel a little uneasy.

It was as if the owner of these vertical pupils was laughing at him from thousands of miles away.

If the witch had just noticed Yuan Disha's surveillance, and followed the servant's memory route and directly cracked Yuan Disha's crystal ball in the copy through reality, it would have given people a strong and unreasonable suppression force.

Now Yuan Disha felt like he was facing the abyss.

He only looked into the red vertical pupils.

He felt as if demons from countless worlds were whispering in his head, and a large amount of incomprehensible information filled his nerve cells. He felt as if he was stripped naked and standing on the street, and all his secrets were exposed in front of this eye.

"Don't...don't..."

Yuan Disha's originally smiling face suddenly turned into horror.

The crystal ball fell to the ground with a bang.

It was instantly smashed into pieces.

He sat on the ground, fiddling with his legs frantically as he backed away. His miserable appearance surprised the circus performers around him.

Only actors like them know.

Yuan Disha, the failed fortune teller, is actually second only to the circus leader in status in the circus.

The circus would only set off after his divination of the location of each tour.

Even the team leader treated him with great respect.

Otherwise, when he interrupted and said that there was a way to let Wu Wang and the other two get access to the prop box, the giant Allen would have slapped him away.

"Head... my head hurts... something's drilling inside..."

Yuan Disha seemed like a madman at this moment.

He spoke incoherently.

He even used his hands to pull his hair out with all his strength.

Not only did he tear out large clumps of hair, but this violent action also tore a lot of his scalp.

In the blink of an eye, the guy's head seemed to have been smashed by someone.

It looks like a big watermelon covered with red juice.

For some reason, Shutong remembered the scene of Wu Wang squatting at the door of the welfare home and eating watermelon.

"What's wrong with him?" the servant boy was puzzled.

Wu Wang shrugged, as if he guessed that this guy had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

But he just joked: "I don't know, maybe his head is itchy and he needs to grow a brain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Disha suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Those eyes had long been stained red with blood, and through the pupils one could vaguely see tentacles a few millimeters thick, densely packed like fluff.

The teeth began to show the luster of scales, and the vertical pupils on the forehead became as dull as fish eyes.

At first glance, the whole person looks more like a monster that was pieced together.

The ecological signs of various species are all present in him.

Wu Wang understood that this was the pollution of the Abyss God.

He saw the big baby in his mind.

That existence that cannot be described or looked at directly.

"Get out! Don't let me...see you again..."

The fortune teller Yuan Disha said this with gritted teeth.

To be honest, after this guy looked at Yuan Shen, he was still able to maintain his remaining sanity.

Wu's death was still somewhat unexpected.

It seems that this person is stronger than I thought.

But he just shrugged.

His feet seemed to be rooted and didn't move at all.

There is absolutely no intention of leaving.

At this moment, the magician Liu Xian, who was almost only as tall as the two men's knees, walked over.

Smiling, he said, "My two distinguished guests, you may return to the auditorium and wait for the performance."

"The backstage hours are about to end. I'm looking forward to seeing you soon."

When these words were spoken, the book boy was suddenly surprised.

He took out an old pocket watch from his body.

This is the watch in his room that belonged to the original resident. It should be a relic left behind by the original resident's parents after their death.

In order to tell the time more easily, he always carried it with him.

Now when I took it out, I suddenly found that the hour and minute hands pointed to a strange time -

【13:55】!
how can that be!

Before Yan Shuangying and I entered the circus, we only spent about an hour with Tan Lili.

It was around nine o'clock when we arrived at the circus entrance.

The two of them were in the circus for just over half an hour at most.

How come it’s already noon time for official opening?

Where did those several hours in between go?
“Happy times always pass quickly.”

"I hope you two can cherish this wonderful journey."

The magician smiled and waved his magic wand.

The backstage door not far away suddenly opened.

Waiting for the two to leave and return to the audience.

The servant also realized the hint from the magician.

[When interacting with the performers in the circus, the flow of time will become abnormally fast]

Because that's what's called happy hour.

Just like playing games after school, it always feels like I haven’t played for long, but time has slipped away unknowingly.

Thinking of this, the book boy's face turned a little ugly.

If that's the case.

The interaction after the performance officially ends may be even more dangerous.

Because the circus closes at 19:.

After this, it is time for [pseudo-people] to be active.

Once you don't pay attention to the time.

They are likely to miss the time to return to the apartment.

As a result, he was kicked out of the circus, exposing himself to the sight of the [pseudo-people] throughout the building.

By then, on a flat open space.

Faced with the siege of hundreds of [fake people], I'm afraid anyone who comes will be in great danger.

"Let's go, Yan Shuangying, let's go back to the audience and see what's going on."

"If nothing unexpected happens, other players should also find a way to get tickets to the circus."

"We can try to exchange information with them and determine if they have been assimilated by the [pseudo-humans]."

Although they cannot achieve complete trust with other players.

However, I can still inform you about the consequences of accidentally eating [pseudo-human flesh] and how the longer you stay in this dungeon, the more serious the dependence you will develop.

Letting others know more information is also a way to protect yourself.

Otherwise, it would be terrible if someone was assimilated without knowing it and then backstabbed other players.

However, facing the suggestion of the book boy.

Wu Wang shook his head.

"I told you, I don't have much time left."

"Shu Tong, if you trust me, could you lend me the circus coins you have?"

Look at his serious look.

The servant immediately realized that this guy had no intention of returning to the audience.

But what can he do if he stays in the background?

These circus performers would surely have him gone in ten minutes.

But the strange thing is that I was faced with such a rude request.

I didn't even feel like refusing at first.

Perhaps it was because he had seen Yan Shuangying do too many incredible things before.

In addition, the book boy also learned a lot of information about him from the Xiezhi.

All in all, in Shutong's opinion.

This guy's seemingly abstract actions actually contain some special meaning.

It's just that sometimes he's too lazy to explain the deeper meaning to other players.

So, in the eyes of others, this kid is just going crazy.

After taking a deep breath.

He took out the circus coins and handed them over, saying, "You got the VIP ticket. If you want the circus coins, just take them. I didn't borrow them. They're yours."

However, Wu Wang only took one and put it in his pocket.

He smiled mysteriously and said, "One is enough. You can save the rest for after the performance."

"Believe me, you'll know who to interact with when the time comes."

"Exchanging information with others is a problem for you."

"I have something important to do."

After saying that, he turned and walked to the fortune teller.

She lowered her head and whispered something in his ear.

The servant boy couldn't hear the conversation clearly.

All I could see was the fortune teller's expression becoming increasingly surprised.

Even now some of them have been polluted to the point of being mentally confused.

They all unconsciously asked, "Are you sure? There's no reason to regret this."

"Of course, I am more sure than anyone else." Wu Wang smiled and nodded solemnly.

Look at him like this.

The fortune teller reluctantly asked the magician for a cane.

He stood up breathlessly with the help of a crutch, and the changes in his body seemed to have shown no signs of abating.

He said to the servant, "Dear guest...you may go back now."

"Your friend... there's no need to leave so quickly."

Looking at the other person's uncharacteristic behavior.

It also made the book boy curious about what Wu Wang had said to him.

But due to the tight time schedule.
If we don't leave now, I'm afraid these circus performers will do something strange.

The servant boy could only turn around and leave.

Before returning to the audience, he said to Wu Wang seriously, "Don't die."

Wu Wang did not respond to this.

Just smiled and nodded.

He can't guarantee that he won't die.

After all, I am now trying very hard to seek death.

After the servant leaves.

The fortune teller reached under the carpet where he had been sitting.

From the gap that seemed to have no room at all.

Pulled out a piece of flattened clothing.

The color of this dress is exaggerated and funny.

It was a costume similar to the clown costume that Jasmine had hidden under the floor.

Pass it on to Wu after his death.

The expressions of all the circus performers around became interesting.

Even the giant Allen who just stopped Wu Wang and Shu Tong from touching the prop box.

His eyes also became joyful.

Everyone shouted in unison:

"Welcome to the Sunshine Circus!"

"Our clown is back!"

Wu Wang looked down at the clothes in his hands and couldn't help but think of what was written in Jasmine's diary.

Especially those last few crazy words that kept repeating over and over again.

He also began to mutter to himself, "I am Luo Sheng, the resident of Room 404, Apartment 203."

"I'm a clown from the Sunshine Circus?"

"I'm a clown from the Sunshine Circus!"

Yes, I want to solve the logical dead loop of touching the prop box.

This was the only feasible solution proposed by the fortune teller and deduced by Wu Wang:

If you can't find a clown to give permission.

He became a clown in the Sunshine Circus!
After all, he and the servant figured out that there was more than one clown in the circus.

Since Jasmine and Li Lei in her diary can become clowns.

That means the original residents are eligible to join the circus.

Watching Wu Wang slowly put on the clown costume.

The fortune teller forced a smile.

Pointing in the direction of the prop box, he said, "Go ahead and enter the [Mirror of the Crying Clown]."

"If you can successfully come out, I will bring you to the leader."

"Let him officially crown you the Joker."

"Looking forward to your return, Mr. Clown."

Wu Wang took a deep breath.

Walk towards the prop box.

Lift up the heavy cloth covering it.

I saw a full-length mirror with a gold-embroidered frame.

Surprisingly, this mirror is not an ordinary reflective mirror.

Instead, it is similar to the funhouse mirror in an amusement park, where the proportions of the person standing in front of it reflected in the mirror will be exaggerated to an unbelievable level.

Looking at his own figure in the mirror, which was sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, Wu Wang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Even a funhouse mirror shouldn't change its curvature at any time.

This mirror feels like it's alive.

He was giving himself a sarcastic smile.

Slowly reached out and touched the mirror.

It didn't feel as cold and hard as I had imagined.

Instead, the entire mirror surface began to fluctuate as if it had come into contact with calm lake water.

The feeling from the fingertips is a comfortable warmth that makes people feel relaxed all over.

By the time Wu Wang came to his senses.

Half of his arm was already inside the mirror.

Just when Wu Wang was planning to go deeper step by step.

The arm in the mirror was suddenly grabbed by something and the wrist was tightly grasped.

"Don't touch me!"

In an instant, a huge force fiercely dragged his arm inward!
It was as if the ankles of the person who fell into the water were entangled by seaweed, trying to drag the person to the bottom of the lake and drown him.

Even though Wu Wang now has a strength value of 20 points.

He was still violently pulled into the mirror like an ordinary person who was powerless.

The moment before it completely disappears into the mirror.

Wu Wang saw several clowns of different heights and weights reflected in the mirror.

They were grinning grimly at themselves in the mirror.

The corners of each clown's eyes were painted with blue paint to create a tearful look.

Crying and laughing at the same time.

It seems extremely awkward.

Their mouths moved slightly.

The word "Wu is dead" can be read from lip reading.

These clowns said to themselves:
"Welcome to the abyss of despair."

"Death is just the beginning..."

boo——

Watching Wu Wang completely disappear in front of the clown mirror.

The circus performers around him also gradually stopped smiling.

They began to take care of themselves and start the preparations before going on stage.

After all, whether the Joker returns or not, the most important thing for them now is the upcoming show.

Watching the circus performers disappear backstage one by one.

The fortune teller Yuan Disha's eyes began to tremble wildly.

He began to twitch as if possessed by a ghost.

After a few seconds, he slowly stood up.

He casually threw aside the crutch that had just supported his body.

Walk towards another door.

There was no wavering in his steps, and there was no sign of weakness from before.

Behind this door is the circus director's office.

It seemed that he realized that his distorted appearance had disturbed the leader and it was inappropriate.

Yuan Disha raised his hand and rubbed his face.

The tentacles inside the pupils are enough to make people feel scared, the scales on the skin, teeth and other parts of the body, and even the fish eyes with vertical pupils on the forehead.

Gradually it loses its vitality and begins to fall off.

In a moment, his face returned to its original appearance.

He reached out his hand and lightly stroked the nonexistent beard under his chin.

He shook his head and sighed softly, "Fortunately, this remnant soul only saw me from afar through fragments of memory, and didn't actually look me in the eye. Otherwise, even if I had returned earlier, I probably wouldn't have been able to recover from this distorted reality."

"I never thought that such a supreme being could influence thousands of copies before even waking up."

"And he gets along so well with this little guy."

"No wonder you rejected my offer of giving up a few days ago."

"This kind of future has never appeared in the actual hexagrams."

"Did you conceal the secret? Or did you not expect it?"

After sighing, he knocked on the door gently.

At the same time, the crystal ball on the carpet behind him cracked completely with a click.

A piece of paper wrapped in a coin fell out.

Wait for the paper to slowly spread out and the coin to roll out.

The handwriting on it is clearly visible——

[Originally there is nothing, so where can dust gather?]

(End of this chapter)