I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Each 'dong' sound emanating from his chest made Wu Wang's face paler.

That wasn't the sound of a heartbeat.

But the sound of his heart breaking.

In a matter of seconds, Wu Wang had died several times due to heart problems.

Fortunately, it was an internal issue, so the other players in the distance couldn't see anything unusual.

They could only notice him standing still, panting heavily.

"So, after all that… this power isn't free…"

Wu Wang complained as he died.

This remnant soul was just like when the red vertical pupil devoured other Abyss God imprints.

Each activation of its power required Wu Wang to sacrifice a large amount of life force.

If it were a normal player, they would probably turn into a dried corpse the second after fighting the Prince, unable to die any further.

And even if they had a blood-locking technique like Zhuge Yue's [Soul Burning Thread], they probably wouldn't survive.

Because it was constantly draining life force.

Fortunately, due to the existence of [Immortality].

Wu Wang's life force returned as soon as it was drained.

The supplement the remnant soul had just obtained instantly disappeared.

Causing the mask imprint on his left wrist to become increasingly faint, its flickering appearance showing that it seemed to be getting weaker.

In the blink of an eye, the black and white patterns on Wu Wang's body and the painted face disappeared completely.

He finally broke free from that eerie state.

He reached out and rubbed his ears.

He seemed to have heard something speaking just now.

But the intense pain had even caused tinnitus, so he couldn't hear it clearly.

He only remembered a man's resentful sigh.

"Unfortunate One… are you alright?" Xiao Xiao came over to ask.

But Wu Wang didn't answer about his physical condition right away, instead whispering to her: "Curtain call, the play isn't over yet, watch out for hidden rules."

With that, he immediately stood up.

And bowed for the curtain call towards the audience seats where no audience could be seen.

Xiao Xiao immediately followed suit.

The other players not far away didn't hear their conversation, but they also followed suit.

Sure enough, after the bow ended.

The moment they looked up, they discovered that the surrounding battlefield was gradually disappearing, and the originally devastated ground was gradually transforming into a perfect stage.

The troupe leader sat in the audience seats with a thoughtful expression, and after seeing everyone's gazes, he nodded with satisfaction and said: "Not bad, the Prince is very satisfied with today's play, saying that he hasn't seen such a hearty fight scene in a long time."

He waved his hand and said: "Go change clothes and have dinner."

With that, he turned and left the stage.

The players hurriedly retreated to the backstage.

After all, the heavy and cumbersome costumes they were wearing made it inconvenient to move.

Watching them quickly take off their costumes and put them back in the costume box, Wu Wang suddenly frowned and asked: "Don't you have helmet headdresses?"

Perhaps because of the methods he had displayed in the battle with the Prince just now.

Even Qiao Biluo and the blue-haired executioner, who had been mocking him before, didn't open their mouths to continue teasing him.

Their attitude had obviously improved a lot.

Indeed, studying is to talk to idiots calmly.

But fists can make idiots talk to you calmly.

Zi Jin also immediately stood up to explain.

"No, our costume boxes never had helmet headdresses from the beginning."

"Actually, I was prepared for things like not having helmet headdresses causing punishment from the start."

"But it doesn't seem to have any impact."

Speaking of this, Xiao Xiao also interjected and said: "Maybe the taboos of opera culture in this instance are different from reality, after all, it's a fictional world."

If other people said this, Wu Wang might think that they hadn't deeply investigated the issue.

But Xiao Xiao saying this seemed like she was avoiding the topic.

Was the taboo of opera culture in the instance really different from reality?

Then why would she secretly hide a semi-finished helmet headdress?

There has to be some explanation, right?

But Wu Wang wouldn't point out her little thoughts at this time.

After all, he couldn't say to their faces that he secretly went to their rooms to look for clues when they left, right?

Pa ta—

The blue-haired executioner sat down on the costume box.

And cursed: "Damn it, this is only the first day, and our underwear is about to be shaken out, if we have to fight the Prince every day, who the hell can stand it?"

As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent.

That's right, they were so embarrassed on the first day.

Qiao Biluo even broke an arm.

If Wu Wang hadn't fought the Prince alone for a long time at the end, it was possible that someone among them would have died.

"Alas… things have come to this, only quickly clearing the instance can save our lives." Zi Jin sighed and said: "Everyone, let's be honest."

"The little thoughts of each of your roles, I suggest that you put them on the table and discuss them, and quickly advance the main line to clear the level."

"Otherwise, under internal and external troubles, I'm afraid this instance will really kill a lot of people."

She took a hairpin from her head.

With a serious face, she said: "This is 'Lou Yu's' hairpin, at night, it can guide me to a strange well."

"Looking down from that well, you can see some special scenes, of course, I can't directly reveal what it is now, if you want to know, you can go and see with me tonight."

"I can only say that the well is completely normal during the day, even if you go, you won't see anything."

"Even if you go at night, if you don't have this hairpin, you probably won't see it either."

With that, Zi Jin looked at the others.

Hoping to get more information from them.

Li Wang also sighed and prepared to take something out in exchange for information.

At this moment, the page suddenly stood up.

Slightly bowing and smiling apologetically, he said: "Sorry everyone, I don't intend to participate in this 'sincerity for sincerity' game, you can also think that I want to monopolize my secrets, whatever."

"I don't want to continue listening to the following content, so I'll take my leave first, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left directly.

This made Zi Jin's expression become quite ugly.

She thought that even if a player left, it should be the blue-haired executioner or Wu Wang, who had had unpleasant quarrels with everyone before.

Unexpectedly, the first to leave was the page?

What is this guy thinking?

Seeing someone get up and leave, Wu Wang also shrugged, stood up and said: "Coincidentally, I also don't intend to exchange the information and role secrets in my hands, just treat the previous paragraph as me being generous, goodbye."

He also turned around and left.

Muttering in his heart.

What do you want me to say? I don't even know your main quest!

And the first piece of information I got from the troupe leader was "Resurrect, my love".

I can't possibly say—"I want to give you bean paste!"

This is exchanging a trade market of information.

But the well that Zi Jin mentioned just now made Wu Wang a little interested.

Although she said that you can't see its specialness without a hairpin.

But don't I still have a remnant soul?

What if this thing can also react to the things under the well?

Go take a look at night.

Just as he walked out of the backstage.

The vague voice he had heard on the battlefield before sounded in his ears again.

But this time, it was extremely clear.

The other party said: "Come to the Opera God Tower… see me…"