Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 42 What is Yin Fate? This is the mystery of the saint

"Oh, neither of them is a good person. They are biting each other and you are trying to persuade me?"

Wu Wang laughed in anger.

The old village chief is obviously not a good person.

He is here every day to skin and replace others. He is cruel and has no conscience. He will do anything to achieve his own desires.

This great god Yinyuan is not much better.

Every year they sacrifice a Yinyuan Saint, but today the village only owes him one?
This means that so many innocent girls have suffered over the past two hundred years.

It would be fine if only the villagers of Yinyuan Village became the Yinyuan Saint. After all, they are not good people either, and it is their own fault.

But it is obvious that outsiders can also become the Yinyuan Saint. They may have kidnapped foreign girls for sacrifice many times.

Two vicious dogs were biting each other.

Now let me help one of them?
"Unlucky sister, if you have this kind of nightmare again next time, please tell that damn Yinyuan God for me. If you have anything to say, tell him in person. I will go to see him." Wu Wang handed over the food in his hand and comforted her.

Wu Xiaoyou's trembling body slowly calmed down, but she didn't have the extra energy to refute the other party's title of "unlucky sister".

After a long sigh, he took the food.

Sitting on the bed, working hard without saying a word.

She used to love delicious food, but now eating the delicacies carefully prepared by the village was like chewing wax. She just mechanically opened and closed her mouth and swallowed it with difficulty.

Wu Wang could tell from the inexplicable dark circles under her eyes and the thick white coating on her tongue when she opened her mouth that it was not just due to excessive shock.

Her mental energy was greatly consumed.

It seems that the dream instructions from the great god Yinyuan have serious side effects.

Why doesn’t the other party just send me a dream?
Let alone other things, in terms of mental power.

Wu Wang really wants numbers, and he has numbers. He wants operations... and he has numbers!
As long as you die once, your mental power will be replenished instantly!

He even has time to dance with the other person in his dream and chat about the current trend of A-shares.

Rustling——

There was peace in the small shabby house.

There was an inexplicable slight noise coming from the outside, as if someone was walking around and the knee-high weeds were rubbing their hands.

But there were no footsteps.

A strange and gloomy wind was blowing past.

"Come to think of it...why don't you whisper to me again?" Wu Wang asked the red vertical pupil on his wrist.

Now look at it yourself.

The strange mumbling disappeared.

This seems to have happened before.

That was after Wu Wang entered the art building in "Fight Back to School". The red vertical pupil gave Wu Wang the ability to see those students, allowing him to look at everything from its perspective, and the mumbling would no longer appear.

What does this mean now?
Why did the Mark of the Abyss God start sharing vision with me again?
Rustle, rustle, clatter—

The movement outside became more and more obvious.

This time Wu Wang also heard the situation in the house, but looking at Wu Xiaoyou next to him, she seemed to be completely unaware.

Is this something that can only be perceived under specific circumstances? No wonder the Abyss God suddenly shared his vision!

"What’s wrong with you……"

Although Wu Xiaoyou couldn't hear the noise outside.

But she could see that Wu Wang's expression had become serious, and he seemed to be on guard against something.

But before he could finish his words, the other party jumped twice and disappeared into the hole in the roof, leaving only a few light words.

"Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping. Just eat your meal and don't talk." Wu Wang lowered his voice as much as possible.

From his high vantage point, he saw it.

There were dense crowds of people standing outside, and more people were coming out from the forest behind the house.

In the short time they'd been chatting and thinking, the shabby house had been practically completely packed. But the strange thing was that they made absolutely no sound, not even a single word. Only the occasional rustling of weeds could indicate something had just passed through.

The faces of these figures could not be seen clearly.

There seemed to be a thick layer of fog covering the area where my eyes were, like a blindfold, making it impossible to see the full picture.

One can only vaguely judge that these figures are female from their long hair, the curves on their chests that look like mountains when viewed horizontally and peaks when viewed sideways, and the different heights and distances.

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Wu Wang, who had recovered his mental strength during suicide attempt, suddenly found himself losing consciousness again.

Suddenly, I realized that all the figures had raised their heads and were looking at me on the roof.

After just one glance, he lowered his head to look at the window of the broken house.

From that angle, one could just see Wu Xiaoyou, who was sitting on the bed eating with a pale face.

After staring for a moment, they suddenly opened their mouths.

It was like a crocodile opening its bloody mouth, extending all the way to the base of the ears, until the entire jaw was open, revealing fangs as sharp as vampires.

They laughed so strangely.

Wu Wang was also a little puzzled.

"What the hell is this? The faceless nurse from Silent Hill? Isn't the uniform right?"

"Besides, how long has it been since you brushed your teeth? Why do I smell something?"

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"Uncle Li, do you think I can have a Yin Yuan this year? If I do, I must give everyone in the village a big red envelope!"

The man Wu Wang had seen at the village entrance before was drunk, his face was red, and he was burping with a foul smell. He put his hand on Uncle Li's shoulder and asked.

The other party just shook his head slightly and replied: "It's hard to say. Who has a standard for Yin Fate?"

A little boy of a few years old happened to run past with a candied haws in his hand.

Hearing what the adults were saying, he stepped forward with some interest and joined in the conversation.

"Uncle Dao, Grandpa Li, what do you think Yin Yuan is? Can we eat it?"

The man at the village entrance rubbed the little boy's head.

He cheerfully explained, "Let me tell you, every year during the three days of the Grand Festival, a lucky girl will be chosen to form a yin relationship. That's because the Saint from previous years has taken a fancy to you."

After saying that, a hint of envy appeared on his face.

He picked up the wine on the table and took another big gulp, then said drunkenly, "It's better to have a child with Yin Fate. I heard that if you can see the Yin Fate God, he will also promise you a reasonable request."

"Money, beauties, houses, whatever you want! I can find the best wife, hehehe..."

As he spoke, he began to giggle.

Under the influence of alcohol, he fell asleep on the table. Seeing this, the child next to him ran away to find his friends to share the secret of the Yin relationship.

Uncle Li saw this scene, sighed silently, and walked to the edge of the square alone to smoke a cigarette.

Everyone in the village longs for something like a Yin relationship, including myself.

Although it is said that only children will be selected.

But in fact, there have been cases where adults were selected, and quite a few times.

The family’s current economic situation is not particularly good in the village. In fact, due to the lack of the Holy Maiden in the Yinyuan Festival last year, their crops suffered a disaster and they had no harvest.

I've been unlucky almost all year long.

Either Aunt Li broke her leg while climbing the mountain, or her car had a flat tire and rolled down the ravine and was scrapped, or even during the day a strange man fell from the sky and smashed her house.

All these little things cost money!
I heard that in previous years, when the saint was looking for someone to form a yin relationship with, she liked to look for those who were alone.

I really hope I get chosen.

Speaking of which, there have been more than two hundred saints in the village. Why is there only one saint who comes out every time a ghost relationship is formed?

It would be great if they could appear together!
This way the village will surely become more prosperous...

(End of this chapter)