I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

A gust of cold, eerie wind swept through.

It stirred the hair at Zi Jin's temples, causing it to dance wildly before her eyes.

It also chilled her already icy heart even further.

The blue-haired punk couldn't help but clench his fists, ready to pull out his life-saving tools from his backpack.

He really wanted to stand up and say, "I am the Great Yellow Wind Sage, will this stop the wind and sand?"

Creak—

Accompanied by a creaking sound from the chair beneath the King's rear, his burly, tall figure slowly rose.

His height of over two meters looked down upon the actors before him.

An invisible pressure enveloped them, like a mountain pressing down on their hearts.

Damn it! The King is angry!

They now wished they could cut Wu Wang into eight pieces to appease the King's anger.

Only Xiao Xiao looked at Wu Wang with a somewhat unnatural gaze, but without any anger.

This feeling... feels a little familiar?

It was reminiscent of when Yan Shuangying led them to meet William.

That Boss Yan also suddenly spoke such shocking words.

"Such attire... which play's role is this?"

The zombie King slowly spoke.

His voice didn't sound hoarse at all, but rather had a sense of vicissitudes from weathering the storms of life.

Wu Wang smiled and said, "Replying to Your Highness, this is a newly arranged piece—the roles of Arkham Asylum."

However, these words caused the troupe leader on the side to frown as he looked over.

He was not aware that there was such a piece being arranged in the troupe.

The troupe leader stood beside the King's chair.

His appearance was more like that of a refined scholar, wearing a white gown, with waist-length hair tied back with a ribbon, coupled with his handsome face, giving him the air of a graceful young man.

Judging by his age, he was probably less than thirty years old.

It was unknown how he became the troupe leader of this Xishen Yiyuan.

Most importantly—at his neck.

Wu Wang clearly saw a faint bloodstain.

It was as if his head had been cut off and reattached.

Clearly, the dungeon description wasn't deceiving him.

This guy was really dismembered and then resurrected... no, not necessarily resurrected.

After all, the King could be a zombie.

It was hard to say whether this troupe leader was still alive.

"Where did this medicine come from?" The King casually took the [Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pills] from Wu Wang's palm.

After examining it carefully before his eyes, he actually threw it directly into his mouth.

In the next second, the baleful aura on his body increased several times over.

The crowd, already feeling somewhat breathless from the pressure, suddenly turned pale, feeling as if their hearts were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

Damn it! This widower!

The item he gave was genuine?

[Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pills (Excellent): After consumption, the user's attributes will be greatly enhanced for a short period of time, lasting for 20 minutes. The side effect is that 24 hours later, the user will experience kidney deficiency and lower back pain for half a day]

This was a consumable item given by Xie Zhi.

"Replying to Your Highness, this is a little thing that this humble one concocted, but the prescription was obtained from a wandering poet named Yao Lao some years ago, and it has already been lost," Wu Wang said, shrugging his shoulders.

Of course, what he gave was genuine.

Wu Wang knew very well that this King would definitely not get angry.

Because before entering the dungeon.

He gave something useful to his other equipment.

[Eye of the Seer: Observes some dungeon information three days before each entry, including but not limited to key NPCs, key items, and important plots]

In the [Relic Scramble], it provided clues to ultimately seize the seed.

And this time, the clues given were three—

[The King, consumed by baleful aura, is obsessed with the elixirs of Penglai]

[The towering Overlord is waiting for his Consort Yu]

[The long-opened opera yearns for a grand finale]

The moment he saw the King, Wu Wang immediately understood what the first dungeon information clue was.

As long as he could provide elixirs with special effects, this King would definitely be interested.

He definitely wouldn't want to kill him now.

Sure enough, after listening to Wu Wang's words.

The King carefully savored the effect of the medicine just now, and stared at him with his gray-white eyes that showed no pupils.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Then you can refine this medicine?"

"A little, a little," Wu Wang nodded.

He knew shit!

Anyway, he was only staying here for five days, and the Pear Garden didn't have the tools to refine elixirs.

He would agree first to build a good relationship.

"Excellent!" The zombie King revealed a smile.

But because of his fangs and pale face, his smile looked even more terrifying than when he was serious.

"Brother Ji, take this... what is your name tomorrow?"

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"You can call me Joker, actors use stage names," Wu Wang said casually.

The King nodded: "Joker? A strange stage name, it doesn't matter, tomorrow you will follow the troupe leader to the pharmacy and bring back the required medicine, this King is very interested in the refining of this medicine."

Wu Wang: "?"

Bro, are you really going to let me refine it?

From what you're saying, this dungeon can't leave the scope of the Pear Garden?

That's very strange.

If he could leave the Pear Garden, how would Your Excellency deal with him if he ran outside to hide?

"As you wish," the troupe leader looked at Wu Wang meaningfully.

He smiled.

He rubbed his neck with his hand imperceptibly.

The bloodstain was particularly glaring in front of Wu Wang.

Wait a minute!

Brother Ji refers to the troupe leader?!

Wu Wang was stunned.

Your Highness, do you mean to let a guy who I dismembered last night.

Find a chance to be alone with me tomorrow.

And let me bet that he won't twist off my head and use it as a chamber pot?

Very well, I have no opinion.

"Allow me to reintroduce to you the roles of our Xishen Yiyuan—"

"Qiuxiang, Chixin, Lanwan, Lvlu, Jinzhu, Mohun, and... Joker."

The troupe leader stretched out his hand and introduced the seven players in front of him in this way.

Respectively referring to [Zi Jin], [Li Wang], [Executioner], [Qiao Biluo], [Xiao Xiao], [Book Boy].

And finally, the clown, Wu Wang.

These are their stage names in Yiyuan.

Unlike the name Wu Wang casually said just now.

The previous ones at least sounded quite charming.

"Tomorrow night, these seven will join me to bring you a wonderful performance, I hope to make you feel satisfied."

After listening to the troupe leader's introduction, the zombie King sat back in his chair.

He nodded slowly to show his understanding.

After yawning, he waved his hand and said: "Alright, this King is also a little tired today, let the guards come in to report on the situation at the border, these actors can withdraw."

Seeing this scene.

Zi Jin and the other players finally felt relieved.

They didn't open a clairvoyant eye in advance like Wu Wang to know the King's temper.

Those few minutes just now were simply like years!

They were afraid that the King would be unhappy and wipe out everyone.

Now it seems that this process should be to let the players get to know the troupe leader, the King, and the guards and other NPCs.

So as not to meet them in the Pear Garden without recognizing them, which would be too inconsistent with their role identities.

The troupe leader lowered his head and led everyone out of the room.

After the door of the King's room was closed by the guards, he said seriously: "The others go back to rest, don't delay tomorrow night's performance because of fatigue."

In the next second, he looked at Wu Wang meaningfully.

He said word by word: "You, come with me."

"Come and have a good chat about when you wanted to change your name."

"Bai Sha..."