I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Zzzzz—

The next second, before Yunze could ask what the other party was planning to do by taking apart the radio.

The opened radio began to emit bursts of static noise, as irritating and panic-inducing as when tuning a radio.

"Pain… it hurts so much…"

"Why hasn't my suffering brought a miracle?"

A hoarse male voice came through the static. Even with the distortion from the radio itself, one could still hear the heart-wrenching pain in his voice.

Yunze felt his heart clench as if someone had grabbed it, making it difficult to breathe.

He feared that a floating, ghostly spirit would pop out of the radio the next second.

"You Fiddlesticks!"

"Always pain, pain, pain all day long!"

"Isolde doesn't love you anymore!"

But before a ghost could appear, he saw a mental patient pick up the radio and slap it wildly, muttering about the voice.

He even saw Wu Wang pull out the radio antenna and jab it into the speaker, stirring it around randomly.

A sinister smile appeared on his face.

This gave Yunze the impression that he wasn't some necrophiliac pervert using the antenna to stir the radio, but Gargamel using a spoon to stir a pot of soup, trying to catch the Smurfs.

Finally, with Wu Wang's stirring.

The man's voice disappeared.

Along with the voice, the light in the basement disappeared.

"One hundred years… only a hundred years of torment to leave… stay and accompany us…"

Immediately afterward, a woman's sharp, piercing voice began to echo in the room, this time not from the radio, but from all corners of the basement.

Yunze even felt like someone was whispering in his ear in the darkness.

The once-empty basement seemed to instantly become crowded.

But were they really people?

"Damn, damn, damn! Does this instance even want people to live!" Yunze's face was grim as he warily watched for any potential dangers in the darkness.

Although he knew that, without any equipment or skills, he couldn't even withstand a fierce ghost for a second, the posture of clenching his fists and being alert could at least give him a little peace of mind.

Da da da—

Footsteps began to echo in the darkness.

The little peace of mind Yunze had just regained was instantly shattered.

He gritted his teeth and shouted in the direction of the sound: "Undeparted! Is that you coming?"

"It's me, child."

The voice was right next to his ear!

Yunze immediately screamed and swung his fist at his ear. Anyone would have a startle reflex in this situation!

Pa—

His fist was easily blocked by a palm. The force was so strong that Yunze couldn't pull it back at all.

Then, Wu Wang's helpless voice came: "Didn't I say it was me? Why are you still hitting? You just want to hit me, don't you?"

Only then did Yunze feel that the hand holding him did have warmth.

Although he was relieved.

The veins on his forehead became even more prominent.

I really want to beat you to death right now!

Startling people to death!

"Can't you say something when you walk! Do you have to come right up to my ear before you say it! Only the sound of footsteps is scary!" He gritted his teeth and said.

But who knew Wu Wang would suddenly realize: "Oh, so you were asking about the footsteps. I meant that I did come over, but those footsteps weren't made by me."

Yunze: "! ?"

The heart he had just put down rose again.

He felt like he was sitting on a broken freefall ride in an amusement park, not knowing when the thing would bounce again.

The repeated back-and-forth of fear made Yunze feel tired in just a few minutes.

He even felt that rather than being scared back and forth by the ghosts in the basement and Wu Wang, this pervert…

Maybe he should just die.

Da da da da da da—

A large number of footsteps began to echo throughout the basement, as if crowds of pedestrians were walking quickly in a specific direction.

That direction… was towards the escalator!

The ghosts were coming!

Yunze's face was pale as he clenched his fists tightly.

There was no doubt now.

His suspended heart had finally died.

Ka ka—

An indistinct clicking sound rang out in the midst of the noisy footsteps. The tense Yunze didn't even notice that the sound came from the door.

The next second, a puzzled voice sounded.

"Aren't you coming out yet? Are you really planning to play hide-and-seek with them in the basement for a hundred years?"

Wu Wang's voice came from above!

Yunze suddenly looked up.

He was shocked to find that the door had been opened at some point, and Wu Wang was looking at him helplessly at the door, but he had no intention of reaching out to pull him.

"Damn! You're awesome, bro!"

Yunze was like a sparrow seeing its cage open, and he darted out.

The moment his foot stepped out.

Pairs of blood-red hands stretched out from inside the door, waving不停 towards the outside, as if trying to drag back anything they could grab.

Various voices also came from within.

"Come back… come back!"

"You haven't felt the pain!"

"The tedious hundred years haven't passed!"

Bang—

Yunze grabbed the edge of the door and slammed it shut. The cold sweat on his forehead was almost enough to wash his face.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He slumped to the ground and sighed: "Good bro, how did you open the door? Is the key in the radio?"

That was the only possibility he could think of.

But Wu Wang shook his head and said happily: "There's no key. I just used the antenna and the copper wire from the radio to pry the lock open."

"…"

What's your real job?

You're the one who uses a pack of instant noodles to overturn the entire neighborhood!

"It shouldn't be like this. The Spirit Disaster Game shouldn't design a death-guaranteed instance. How should this door be opened normally? Could it be that you really have to stay for a hundred years?" Yunze pondered.

"Absolutely not!" Wu Wang retorted.

The next second, he said something that made Yunze's eyes go dark.

"It's so freaking dark down there. How the hell would I know which day is which?"

Yunze: "…"

Bro, that's not the point!

Creak—

Before he could complain, a wooden door next to him suddenly opened, and the rusty hinges made a harsh creaking sound.

Yunze immediately adopted a defensive posture.

Fortunately, the two women who walked out were wearing modern clothes.

They looked like other players.

The four looked at each other.

The other side were also veterans. IDs appeared above their heads—【Splendor】, 【Hall Swallow】.

The clothes they were wearing were covered in blood.

They looked like they had experienced a very dangerous encounter.

"You…"

Creak—

Another wooden door opened!

This time, a man and a woman walked out.

They happened to see the scene of IDs lighting up and immediately showed their IDs with understanding—

【Million Spring Poet】, 【Plum Yi Song Poet】

Obviously, these were two players who knew each other.

They were also covered in wounds.

The six gathered together and discussed what had happened in their respective rooms.

Although everyone came in to earn 【Relics】, they had to be able to leave alive before they could harvest!

So, initial cooperation was inevitable.

"Your doors all opened automatically?" Yunze exclaimed.

Splendor and Hall Swallow nodded helplessly.

At first, they also thought they were going to die.

They didn't expect that after the fierce ghosts grabbed them, each cut of the blade wasn't deep, only the pain was very intense. When the two gritted their teeth and persisted until 81 cuts, the wooden door opened automatically.

They happened to meet Wu Wang and the others who had just come out.

The two poets were the same.

They were grabbed by the fierce ghosts and forced to play jump rope on the ground full of tacks. After jumping a hundred times, the door opened automatically.

The fierce ghosts also disappeared.

Listening to the four's miserable experiences, Yunze looked at Wu Wang with a strange expression.

If this bro hadn't pried the door open, maybe the two of them would have been caught by the fierce ghosts and forced to play some self-mutilating perverted game.

Bro, why does your expression still reveal excitement?

"Huh? Why aren't you two injured?"

"Yeah, how did you open the door?"

At this time, everyone noticed that except for Yunze, who was slightly dusty and dirty, Wu Wang's clothes were even clean and tidy, making people suspect that he had just walked out of the laundry.

Yunze was about to say something.

Wu Wang spoke.

"If I'm not mistaken, the key to opening the door is actually a certain condition, and that is—suffering!"

"We also suffered."

"It's just mental suffering. Experiencing the torment of jump scares in the dark basement, the agony of passing seconds like years under tension, the suffering is so intense that it drives people crazy, so that everything below, except for a table, has been destroyed beyond recognition."

Hearing his description.

The other four's expressions became solemn.

Physical torment was still bearable.

Mental suffering was even more devastating!

They didn't expect that these two had encountered even worse experiences. They really had the heart of a strong person!

Only Yunze's expression became increasingly strange.

Is this right… this isn't right, is it?

Every sentence could indeed correspond, but why does it feel so strange when spoken?

The torment of jump scares and the agony of passing seconds like years seem to have only been suffered by me, and basically, it was all caused by you!

What does it mean that everything else has been destroyed beyond recognition? Doesn't only a radio remain besides the table? And you personally dismantled it!

"Is there a problem with what I said?"

Faced with Wu Wang's innocent and pitiful eyes and the admiration of his teammates, Yunze wanted to cry but had no tears.

"No problem, bro. Whatever you say is what it is."

"Okay, let's consider another question now—are they also playing S\u0026M?" Wu Wang nodded solemnly.

"What they? Where did they come from?"

Under everyone's puzzled gaze.

Wu Wang stretched out his finger and tapped his head.

Everyone looked up in confusion.

They were shocked to find that three bloody people were hanging from the high ceiling!

The strangest thing was that these three bloody people, whose skin seemed to be torn off, were grinning and staring at the players below.

Their smiles were so bright.

So creepy…