I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

When Wu Wang came out of the room.

The Bagua diagram on the ground had already been smoothed and erased by him.

Even the trash can was filled with ashes.

Those were the remnants of the Book of Calculation.

He hadn't burned it before mainly because he was worried that without it, the method of calculation might be ineffective.

But now that he had finished calculating and confirmed that he could achieve the effect simply by remembering its contents.

Wu Wang decisively burned it to ashes.

Some things are only valuable if you are the only one who can do them.

He had no doubt that if the Troupe Leader found this book, or if the Book Boy noticed its existence.

These two would probably kill him immediately to prevent any future trouble.

"Now then... let's go take a look at the theater."

Wu Wang walked in the direction of the dilapidated theater.

Along the way, he also looked for traces of the skinny old man.

He wanted to inquire about the "Opera God Tower" from him, and also wanted to ask about his plea for help last night and Lou Yu's past.

Unfortunately, he didn't see the skinny old man along the way.

He was like a ghost in this pear orchard.

Always appearing inexplicably, and disappearing without a trace.

Wu Wang pushed open the door of the dilapidated theater.

He looked around at the environment here.

He had been here before when he followed the Troupe Leader to the Potion Refining Pavilion, but he didn't stay in the theater for long and went down to the secret room.

Now, carefully examining it, he immediately discovered a strange thing—

This dilapidated theater doesn't seem to be similar to the main theater.

But exactly the same!

The layout of the auditorium, the carvings on the stage pillars, the placement of the lanterns and candlesticks.

Everything was the same.

The only difference was that its area was much smaller than the main theater, which made these layouts look more compact.

If this was a theater that was used before, and the main theater was built because it was abandoned for some reason.

Then why didn't even the carvings and decorations change at all, but instead, they were copied exactly?

"Come closer... let me... see you again..."

"One side..."

A resentful voice echoed in the dilapidated theater. In a trance, Wu Wang seemed to see a handsome scholar walking towards him.

But in just a blink of an eye, the surroundings were still desolate.

Where was the handsome scholar?

He frowned and began to wander around under the stage.

After a few steps, several Wu Wang's figures appeared in the hall and began to circle around.

[Tiangang Seven Stars Steps]!

His time to explore here was limited. If the Troupe Leader came back to the Potion Refining Pavilion, he wouldn't be able to wander around outside.

So he simply activated the active skill of [Tiangang Seven Stars Steps] to summon illusory figures to explore together.

"Why... why don't you want to stay for a moment..."

"Must you be so hasty..."

That resentful voice appeared again.

The source was closer to the illusory figure near the rose window.

Wu Wang quickly walked over.

But he still didn't see anything.

"Troupe Leader, if you are here, why are you unwilling to show yourself?"

He frowned and shouted loudly: "Didn't you ask me to come here to meet you? Then show yourself!"

He was quite puzzled when he entered the Potion Refining Pavilion before.

Why didn't he see the Troupe Leader who sang in the dilapidated theater last night?

At first, he thought he was hiding.

But now that he主动 asked himself to come over and was still hiding, wasn't something wrong?

"I have never left..."

"Yu... have you ever looked at me directly..."

"Just because I am a humble actor?"

However, the Troupe Leader's extremely resentful voice echoed in the dilapidated theater.

Wu Wang could clearly feel that he was speaking in this place.

Sometimes the source of the voice was already close at hand, as if he was chatting in front of him.

But he still couldn't see anyone.

"Does this place require one to come at night to see the Troupe Leader? Is the Troupe Leader in the dilapidated theater a ghost?"

Wu Wang could only speculate like this.

But this idea was overturned by him in just a few seconds.

Of course, it was the former that was overturned.

If he could meet this suspected ghost Troupe Leader by coming to the dilapidated theater at night.

Then the Troupe Leader outside couldn't always go to the Potion Refining Pavilion during the day.

If he came once at night.

If the two Troupe Leaders met, Wu Wang didn't believe they would be at peace.

Squeak squeak squeak—

Just as he was planning to leave this place first and come back to investigate after getting more clues.

A burst of itching started to come from his wrist.

This time it wasn't the remnant soul, but the red vertical pupil was blinking frantically.

"Hmm? What kind of moth are you planning to make again?"

Wu Wang frowned.

He secretly called out that something was wrong.

This ghostly thing had become so excited, there was definitely no good!

Moreover, he had seen the Abyss God mark on the red cloth when he first entered the instance.

Which meant that this instance must have been contaminated by it.

Now its excitement, does it mean…

That there is an aura of the Abyss God in this dilapidated theater!?

Creak—

Just at this time, the surrounding stage and the tables and chairs in the auditorium all began to make harsh moving sounds.

The joints of every building structure made unbearable creaking sounds.

As if this building would collapse in the next second, it shook.

The blinking frequency of the red vertical pupil became faster and faster, and vaguely, he even felt that the corners of its eyes were about to bleed.

Its gaze was so sarcastic, as if it was joking in a mocking tone.

Seeing this, Wu Wang was used to it.

He sighed expressionlessly, just like Tom the cat in 《Tom and Jerry》 would light a cigarette when he knew he was going to die in the next second, shrug his shoulders with an expression that saw through the world and say helplessly: "丸辣."

Rumble—

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of dizziness.

The surrounding dust flew, and his consciousness instantly fell into a darkness.

I don't know how long it took.

When Wu Wang slowly opened his eyes.

The first scene that caught his eye made his face solemn.

It was a seemingly quirky girl grinning and reaching out to him, saying: "Stop practicing, Yu, the show is about to begin! Today my father is going out himself!"

Her face was extremely delicate, she looked like a lady from a wealthy family, and when she smiled, her eyes curved slightly like crescent moons, which was endearing. A tear mole at the corner of her eye added a bit of charm.

Of course, appearance was not important.

Wu Wang had no intention of falling in love with anything like that. Even in terms of appearance, there was a beautiful second sister at home, who he still argued with every day.

Women will only affect the speed of my drawing my sword!

The most important thing is—the hairpin on the girl's head.

Wu Wang had just seen that style not long ago!

Lou Yu's hairpin!

She was the daughter of the old Troupe Leader of the Opera God Garden, the white moonlight that the Troupe Leader now desperately wanted to save from the underworld, Lou Yu who fell into the well and disappeared!?

Why would she appear here!?

And what did she call himself? Yu? Who is that?

"How many times have I said it, can you call me by my full name?"

A helpless voice came from Wu Wang's mouth.

This also allowed Wu Wang to start trying to move his fingers and speak.

But there was no response.

He then realized.

It seemed that he was now just a bystander in the first-person perspective, and did not have the ability to control this body.

Just like watching a movie.

Since Lou Yu was there, and she also said that her father was preparing to go on stage.

It seemed that this should be what happened in the Opera God Garden back then.

Then wouldn't he be able to see what the past Troupe Leader looked like in this memory?

And there was hope to understand what changes had occurred in him!

So, Wu Wang patiently waited for the development of the memory.

Lou Yu rolled her eyes and pulled him up, intimately helping him pat the dust off his shoulders and said: "Aiyo, your broken name is too feminine, Yu Ji Yu Ji, it sounds like Yu Ji, do you also want to commit suicide with a sword?"

"The body, hair, and skin are received from our parents, and we dare not damage them, which is the beginning of filial piety. The same is true for names. Do not slander them. This is my root and cannot be changed."

The owner of the body said.

Then he said firmly and confidently: "And I am not Yu Ji, I will be Xiang Yu! A heaven-defying Overlord!"

"I will pass on the glory of the Opera God Garden!"

These remarks stunned Wu Wang, who was about to eat popcorn and watch the show.

Wait a minute!

Yu Ji… Brother Ji…

Damn! The Troupe Leader is actually myself!

At this moment, the body walked towards the dressing table.

He began to remove his makeup from the big painted face in the bronze mirror.

That was a handsome face with makeup on it. Even though it was still a bit immature, one could still see that its foundation was very good.

His facial makeup was even more creepy.

That facial makeup was completely consistent with the Peking opera facial makeup on Wu Wang's left wrist!

It was the appearance of that remnant soul!