I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Thwack, thwack, thwack—the sound of the players digging with their [Relics] grew louder and louder.

Along with it, more and more dismembered limbs were unearthed and discovered.

Occasionally, some [Twisted Wraith] would appear out of nowhere to cause trouble.

Unfortunately, the numerous and powerful players were like locusts crossing the border, instantly turning the [Twisted Wraith] into old fogeys who dropped gold coins.

But what was strange was that the [Twisted Wraiths] that appeared here had no [Relics] on them at all.

This made them even more curious about what was buried under the cliff.

Until someone struck down with a sword.

He found that his strike had missed.

Stabbing the sword into the ground, it actually went into empty space?

Looking down, a small, dark hole appeared where he had stabbed.

A stench came from it.

It was clear that there was a space similar to a cave at the bottom.

"Everyone be careful, now everyone move away from the hole, start using ranged [Relics] to expand the opening, be careful of the hole collapsing, don't fall in," Wu Wang stepped forward and commanded.

His expression was a little serious.

Because he recognized what that smell was—it was the smell of corpses.

And it was so strong that it would cause physiological discomfort in an instant. The guy who poked the hole just now even lay down on the side and started vomiting.

There were probably many rotten corpses below.

"Fire!"

With Wu Wang's order, various ranged attack [Relics] were fired at the hole.

A large amount of dust flew into the sky.

After a while, a huge hole with a diameter of more than ten meters was finally revealed.

Looking down.

It was pitch black, completely unfathomable.

Someone picked up a stone from the ground next to them and threw it in.

They couldn't hear the sound of it landing for a long time.

This made them look at each other.

After all, this was inside a dungeon, and there wouldn't be any ladders or anything like that in the [Relics].

Ropes were also nowhere to be found.

With everyone losing their player powers, they were really scratching their heads about how to explore a place where they didn't even know how deep it was.

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang walked to the edge of the hole without changing his expression.

He said to the people around him, "I'll go down and take a look first. I'll tell you how deep it is from below."

Only then did everyone remember.

That's right! He could still command those two powerful NPCs!

As long as the NPCs protected him, he could go down, right?

The Duke narrowed his eyes, worried that this guy would get the [Mysterious Power] first if he went down first.

He was about to suggest that he and Wu Wang enter together under the protection of the NPCs.

But before he could speak.

Everyone saw Wu Wang jump down without hesitation.

The nun and Mary were still chatting by the hole—

"The master is really courageous."

"Yes, his desire for exploration is worthy of being a believer of [Desire]."

That's not right! You two, stop chatting!

The master you're talking about is going to fall to his death!

The players were a little anxious.

If this big shot really died here so carelessly.

Would [Spirit Venerable of the Sea of Desire] think that we killed him to silence him?

What if He comes to cause trouble in reality?

For a moment, everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats.

Just when everyone was looking at each other.

A faint voice came from inside the cave—

"It's flat ground after falling straight down, the height is about a hundred meters, Mary, bring the others in based on my location."

It was Wu Wang's voice.

This stunned everyone.

Let's not talk about what happens next.

Buddy, you yourself said that the height is almost a hundred meters.

You fell down like that, and you're still alive?

While they were still dumbfounded.

The nun and Mary had already taken action.

The nun clenched her fists with both hands, her fingernails digging deeply into the palms of her hands, causing a little blood to flow out.

These blood droplets fell on the ground and began to flow as if they were alive.

And they slowly crawled up the players' shoes and pants to their waists.

Finally, they formed tiny blood-colored threads that connected each other.

Now everyone was really tied to the same boat.

Mary also raised her hand and waved.

The trailing long skirt of flames suddenly paved into steps, one after another, as dazzling as a red carpet.

The players nodded secretly as they looked at the steps.

This is what a powerful dungeon NPC is!

And the High Priest of Bitter Pain is really careful.

She's even afraid that we'll fall while walking on the steps.

She specially used blood-colored threads to connect everyone together to take care of each other.

"Everyone, let's go," the Duke smiled.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he suddenly found the nun walking to the side of a player closest to the hole.

She said with pity in her eyes, "Please prepare to fall."

Huh? Prepare for what?

Pa—

Before the other party could react.

The nun gently picked him up.

And threw him down the hole.

"Hey, no! Ah ah…"

The exclamation quickly turned into a more and more distant scream.

This wasn't the scariest part.

What was most chilling was that when the first person fell into the hole.

The person closest to him was also dragged down by the blood-colored thread around his waist.

Then came the third, the fourth…

The players were being dragged down like dumplings being thrown into a pot.

At first, a few players occasionally reacted and tried to grab the person who fell.

But the nun also grabbed them and threw them down.

The Duke and the Xie Zhi looked at the blood threads around their waists with a sense of hopelessness.

It was impossible to stop them. How could two people stop the impact of dozens of people falling?

Shoo—

Before they had time to ask anything.

They were also dragged down.

At this time, Mary smiled and made a gesture of invitation to the nun.

She said softly, "Let's go, Lilith, the road has been paved."

The nun nodded slightly and walked towards the red carpet steps.

But she still said a little embarrassedly, "Is it okay to treat them like this?"

With her [Miracle of Bitter Pain] hanging on them.

The players would naturally not fall to their deaths.

But most people would not be able to accept the entry method of free-falling a hundred meters.

What's more, they were dragged down.

Mary said without hesitation, "Someone tried to embarrass the master before, they only have themselves to blame."

"But only one or two people were disrespectful to the master, right? Why were the others thrown down too?" the nun asked in confusion.

Mary said without changing her expression, "Guilt by association."

She didn't hide her protectiveness at all.

The nun didn't say anything more, just silently followed Mary down.

She didn't really care about those players.

She was just chatting with Mary.

In those hundred years on the cruise ship, the relationship between the two of them had been as good as that of real sisters.

When the two walked down along the red carpet steps.

They saw the group of players hanging at a height of less than half a meter from the ground like a stack of Arhats.

The blood-red threads around their waists did not allow them to actually fall to the ground.

At this time, their attention was no longer on landing safely.

Instead, they opened their mouths slightly and looked around in disbelief.

To be precise, it was the people on the surrounding stone walls.

If they could still be called people.

"God… what are these…"

"Did [Hope] do all this…?"

"So that's where the 'resentment' of the [Twisted Wraiths] comes from…"

Everyone didn't dare to speak loudly anymore.

Wu Wang also sat silently in place, looking at the misery on the stone walls.

They were distorted and mutated bodies, embedded alive inside the mountain rocks.

The chest of each body was dug open.

Through the wound, one could see that their internal organs had been completely removed, and replaced by a dark green vine that probed inside.

The vine then split into countless tiny veins that burrowed into all parts of these bodies, replacing their blood vessels.

The roots of all the vines in the bodies converged in the center of the cave.

Linked to a floating, white-green teardrop-shaped seed.

The seed faintly glowed green, and the vines slowly bulged and contracted with the rhythm.

It looked like a person was breathing.

But it wasn't the seed absorbing something from the bodies.

On the contrary.

It was injecting nutrients and energy into these bodies along the vines to ensure that they would not die.

Yes! They hadn't really died!

The reason why everyone didn't dare to speak loudly.

Was because they could occasionally hear painful wails and gasps coming from the mouths of the bodies.

Each body didn't know how long it had been imprisoned in this dark cave.

They exuded despair from the inside out.

Even their wails and gasps were weak.

But the seeds and vines had been keeping them in a state where they were just alive enough, but didn't have the extra strength to do anything.

Giving them the hope of surviving.

This instinctual desire to "survive" fed back to the seed.

Providing some kind of energy it needed to grow.

Bodies nurturing seeds, seeds locking bodies.

The two reached a strange balance.

Like eternal despair bringing a constant stream of hope.

Ironically, hope.

Because their despair was brought about by [Hope].

Unable to seek life, unable to seek death…