I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Dong, dong, dong——

“Huha!”

Dong, dong, dong——

“Huha!”

In Wu Wang's eyes, the figure of Li Wang, wearing a bizarre mask, began to dance even more vigorously.

And the surrounding eerie ghosts also began to take strange steps.

Accompanied by the sound of drums coming from nowhere, they roared with heart-stirring tones.

The ferocious lines on each ghost's face began to twist, as if possessing real vitality, making their expressions even more strange and unpredictable.

At the same time, the players also noticed that the changes in their hands were becoming more obvious.

The keratinous layer, like unshaved pig hooves, was rapidly forming, and even the coarse, stiff black hairs sprouted out one after another like bamboo shoots after a rain.

They couldn't see the ghosts' dance.

But they could feel the eerie wind howling in the entire Nuo Opera Garden.

The tattered cloths that were hanging on the wooden pillars began to flutter in the wind.

Those were large red cloths, like curtains on a theater stage.

However, due to the long time or the years of wind and rain in this garden.

The red cloths appeared somewhat tattered, and there were even loopholes in many places.

But when they were blown by the eerie wind.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling these few large, tattered red cloths, making their edges align and connect.

Finally, they formed a red cloth that almost covered most of the garden.

Looking over, it was a sun-obscuring, sky-covering red cloth.

In the center of this red cloth.

There was a huge vertical pupil.

It stared at all the players so intently.

Then blinked.

“Close your eyes! Don't make eye contact!” the bookboy shouted.

Then a large number of yellow and white papers surged out of his sleeves, like the yellow paper burned when worshiping ancestors and the white round paper money scattered into the air during funerals.

These papers instantly blocked the sight of the other players.

Preventing them from making eye contact with the red vertical pupil at the first moment.

The bookboy himself also immediately closed his eyes, fearing that he might accidentally see the vertical pupil on the large, tattered red cloth.

At the same time, he raised his index finger and heavily swiped it across his brow.

What was chilling was that.

The skin on his brow slowly cracked open, and a strange eye opened in the skull beneath the flesh.

The eye stiffly rotated twice and began to survey the surrounding environment.

Obviously, the bookboy knew something.

And he could use this eye to see things.

And could avoid being contaminated.

However, when the eye looked with difficulty at Wu Wang in front.

He saw a scene that made his brain crash——

Under the sky-covering pollution.

A young man wearing a human skin mask raised his head and made eye contact with the unspeakable god.

The corner of his mouth raised into a smile.

There was no trace of awe or fear in his eyes.

Only excitement and playfulness.

What arrogance!

“No… Impossible! How… how can He tolerate mortals making eye contact with Him?”

The bookboy was shocked.

He did know about the existence of the Abyss God.

But he knew very little.

He only knew that no matter what level the instance was.

Once this mark appeared.

The difficulty of the entire instance would skyrocket, and even an easy-difficulty instance could cause high-level players to fall at any time.

This thing originated from an existence far beyond the Envoy and the Venerable.

In a sense, this might be the mark left by a true god in the world.

Unfathomable, unspeakable, unseeable.

The eye on his forehead was encountered in a difficult instance with that mark.

After surviving by luck.

He painstakingly transformed a prop that had been contaminated by Him and integrated it into his body.

Therefore, when using it to see things, he could barely resist high-intensity pollution.

But he couldn't keep staring at it, at most only a few seconds.

Otherwise, the pollution that completely exceeded the player's understanding would completely distort him.

And this eye prop also had a lot of side effects.

Unless absolutely necessary, the bookboy would not use it.

So, he just glanced around.

Now encountering this mark in a nightmare-level instance.

He thought he would be the only one who could explore the truth.

He didn't expect there to be an expert!?

“What is this around…”

When using his eye to look at Wu Wang, the bookboy also saw a large number of ghost outlines beginning to emerge around him.

Although their dances were extremely strange.

But they unconsciously made people focus their attention on them.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

As if this was not a shamanistic dance of sacrifice.

But was telling a wonderful story.

Making people unable to help but continue reading.

“Damn it! The sacrifice has already begun?” The bookboy gritted his teeth a little.

He also knew about the existence of the so-called "underworld".

And he understood that ordinary players could not see everything in the underworld.

There must be some means to perceive things over there.

The reason why he was more calm than other players before.

Was because the bookboy also knew a strange rule of the "underworld"——

[The existence of another world can only contact those who can see them]

That is to say, at the fake mountain before.

The female ghost that Wu Wang saw could actually only affect Wu Wang alone.

She was not a threat to other players.

This was a very strange rule.

Like [Schrödinger's Cat].

When the existence of the underworld is in an unobserved state, then they do not exist for you.

But when you observe them, they can naturally contact you.

But now it's different.

The [blessing] of this sacrifice has begun to affect players who cannot observe the existence of the underworld.

And is being observed by himself little by little.

That is to say, the players are becoming more and more dangerous!

There must have been some kind of change beyond his expectation.

“Did you hear any drumming?” Zi Jin said with her head down.

Although she didn't know why the bookboy made everyone close their eyes and scatter paper money to block their sight.

But seeing that he himself covered his eyes, there must be some unknown danger that would descend through sight.

Those who are here are all high-level players anyway.

When they close their eyes, they naturally have their own ways to explore the things around them.

It's just that they can't open a heavenly eye between their eyebrows to replace their sight as directly as the bookboy.

Just as they were sensing the changes around them.

From the howling eerie wind, the fluttering red cloth inside.

Came the vague roar of drums and the sound of marching in unison.

Hearing her words.

The bookboy's face changed.

He could barely observe the underworld around Wu Wang because of opening the heavenly eye.

But now even other players can hear the sound of Nuo opera dancing.

This also means that they may see those underworld existences at any time.

At that time, everyone will be completely in danger!

Just as the bookboy began to think about how to escape.

Wu Wang, who raised his head and made eye contact with the Abyss God's mark at the forefront, suddenly jumped up.

He landed directly in front of the group of ghosts, that is, the wooden pillar around which Li Wang was circling.

He tore off the mask on the other party's face with a tearing sound.

He didn't know when he had an oddly shaped gun and a water pipe in his hand.

He slammed it on the back of Li Wang's head.

He put the mask on his face and smiled:

“Do you want to dance too?”

“Buddy is the champion of the kindergarten group in the Latin dance competition, and the three-time dance king of the elderly cup in the community square dance. He can go to the anime exhibition to cosplay the zombie dance king, and he can pull electric wires with his bare hands to shake the breakdance.”

“Nuo dance? I also know a little bit.”

After saying that, he spread his legs to a slightly exaggerated extent.

He began to integrate into the group of ghosts with different dance postures.