I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

After the crowd dispersed.

Wu Wang didn't immediately go to the theater to find the troupe leader.

Instead, he turned and walked towards the others' rooms.

He believed that the others weren't fools and wouldn't carry those problematic things around with them.

So, if you've hidden them in your rooms, don't blame me.

Anything unguarded is mine for the taking!

Creak—

First, he pushed open Xiaoxiao's room.

Although this loli had been with him the whole time, what if she had found clues earlier?

But after searching for a while, Wu Wang didn't find any paper or books or anything like that.

He only discovered a strange object—a helmet.

Moreover, it was an unfinished helmet, the accessories on it not yet fully attached, only vaguely resembling a Confucian helmet.

As far as Wu Wang knew, helmets were the general term for various crowns and hats worn by actors in traditional opera, commonly known as opera hats.

These things are designed according to the character's personality traits and makeup.

Under normal circumstances, there are strict rules about which helmet should be paired with a character's costume.

And there's also a saying in the opera business—"Better to wear a tattered one than a mismatched one."

It means that even if you have to wear the correctly matched helmet in a tattered state, you can't wear the wrong one.

However, the Confucian helmet is worn by brave figures in opera.

Normally, it's paired with roles like marshals or overlords.

It shouldn't be found in the room of a woman like Xiaoxiao.

In fact, it shouldn't be hidden under the bed in a personal room at all.

It should be placed in the "opera box."

"Interesting, this girl's things are actually in her room, no wonder she was waiting for me to come back last night."

Wu Wang narrowed his eyes in thought.

The other party must have hidden a helmet because they wanted to do something.

But since he hadn't investigated it clearly yet, it wasn't convenient to alert them.

Wu Wang didn't take the helmet away, but put it back where it was.

Then he went to the pageboy's room.

As soon as he reached the door, he sensed something was wrong.

【Cognitive Impairment】, 【Touch Induction】, 【Identification Marking】…

There were a lot of sealing effects on the doorknob.

If he opened it without realizing it.

The pageboy would immediately know that he had entered his room, and he could even remotely sense if he touched anything.

Perhaps he would be branded with many marks he didn't even know about.

"We're brothers at heart, and you're playing tricks on me?"

"Want to mark me with a tally, huh?"

Wu Wang rolled his eyes and shook his wrist.

Revealing his bored red vertical pupil.

After sighing, he lowered his head and focused his gaze on the red vertical pupil.

In the next second, complex murmurs began to flood his mind, the meridians throughout his body trembled and twisted, and spiritual pollution instantly covered his entire being.

His mental strength was rapidly declining.

However, in this situation, Wu Wang still staggered and raised his other hand to open the door.

Strangely, this action didn't trigger any of the effects on the door.

Only after entering silently (openly and uprightly).

Did he gasp for breath and move his gaze away from the red vertical pupil.

"Luckily, I'm more skilled (have a cheat)."

Wu Wang smiled playfully.

He had experimented when he was helping people identify things in the 【Spiritual Disaster Plaza】.

When he was under the spiritual pollution of the red vertical pupil.

Passive sealing effects wouldn't be triggered on him.

Of course, if someone was controlling it to select a target, he definitely wouldn't be able to avoid it, so he couldn't look around randomly during battle.

But the passive sensing effect on this door could naturally be avoided.

Wu Wang didn't know the specific principle, but considering that the Abyss God could even twist a person directly into a monster.

Wu Wang speculated that the spiritual pollution of the red vertical pupil targeted not only the spiritual level, but directly polluted the target from the level of existence.

In other words, that passive sensing effect couldn't even identify him as a living target at this moment.

Simply put—I'm not human anymore!

After successfully sneaking in, Wu Wang began to rummage through the other party's things.

Surprisingly, the pageboy didn't even hide anything.

Instead, he just put it in the desk drawer—

【Five-Colored Melody】

【The other shore flower has five colors, the lost soul has five elements】

【The lost soul falls on the other shore, the five-colored flowers are grafted, the road to the underworld reappears, the Bridge of Helplessness is reconnected, and the person from the other shore can return to the human world through the Bridge of Helplessness】

【In the second month of spring, welcome the Flower Festival, glorious like earth, gathered into arms, cleverly becoming strange】

【In the third month, when the orioles sing, the fading flowers fall, gentle like water, gathered into a body, strong becoming solid】

【In the fourth month, in early summer, the fragrant grass withers, heavy like wood, gathered into legs, steady becoming fixed】

【In the fifth month, in midsummer, see the scorching sun, sparkling like gold, gathered into a head, divine becoming peaceful】

【…】(Damaged section)

Wu Wang frowned as he read these contents on the note.

Most ⊥ New ⊥ Small ⊥ Say ⊥ Is ⊥ In ⊥ Six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ Book ⊥ ⊥ Bar ⊥ ⊥ First ⊥ Issue!

Obviously, this was extremely similar to what the troupe leader told him last night, and should even be the same spell.

Why would the pageboy have this in his room?

Moreover… a section of the paper was torn.

It only wrote about the zodiac signs and months represented by the arms, torso, feet, and head.

It didn't write about the zodiac sign and month corresponding to the heart's location.

Wu Wang thought about the connection between the role played by the pageboy and the troupe leader.

But faint footsteps came from outside.

Alert as he was, Wu Wang quickly returned the paper to its original place, watched as the red vertical pupil plunged him into spiritual pollution, and then nimbly slipped out of the window.

He went all the way back to his room.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door and the troupe leader's bland voice.

Dong dong—

"The sun is shining brightly, and you're still not up, Bai Sha, you've been neglecting your morning practice."

Wu Wang ran to open the door with a flustered expression.

Looking at the handsome and picturesque troupe leader, he smiled happily and said, "Wasn't I thinking about your affairs last night, making it really hard for me to fall asleep?"

"So, what have you thought about?"

The troupe leader went straight to the point.

At this point, Wu Wang restrained his smile.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I agree, but I have one request."

"Speak freely."

The troupe leader seemed to have anticipated that the other party would make demands of him.

To this, Wu Wang said seriously, "I must first know how the spell operates, at least know where it operates, in case you take the bodies of my fellow disciples and run away, and then someone reports it to the authorities, I'll be in deep trouble."

This request was reasonable.

The troupe leader didn't question it too much.

He nodded and said, "Of course, no problem, you need to get medicinal herbs anyway, so come with me."

Under the troupe leader's guidance.

Wu Wang came all the way to a familiar place—the dilapidated theater.

"?"

Buddy, are you sure this is the place?

Isn't there another troupe leader inside?

Won't you two fight when you meet?

Of course, the troupe leader couldn't know Wu Wang's inner thoughts.

He led the way in front on his own, pushing open the door and entering the dilapidated theater.

The decorations inside were almost the same as the current main theater, but the scale was slightly smaller.

He led Wu Wang to a wooden door.

But he didn't turn the doorknob.

Instead, he moved a few bricks next to the door rhythmically and regularly.

In the next second, a passage that could be entered by a single person suddenly cracked open in the ground next to it!

Damn! There's a secret room!

Is this really a legitimate theater?

I heard that some theaters used to pretend to be performing operas on the surface, but in reality, they were just brothels that held music parties in private.

Could it be the same here?

"Welcome to my alchemy pavilion."

"Bai Sha, you will be the first guest to enter this place."

"You should feel honored."

The Five-Colored Melody part refers to our domestic horror game 'Paper Bride', you can also play it if you are interested.

Potato chips have been frantically playing horror games to find materials during this period, and you can recommend any fun horror games.

Of course, there is no need for zombie biochemical themes, this kind of bloody horror is not interesting, it would be better to have some thought-provoking or Chinese horror content.