I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Mingyang City, High-speed Rail North Station.

The train attendant stood at the entrance of the carriage.

Looking at the small group of people smoking on the platform, she couldn't help but remind them helplessly:

"Attention passengers, train D2233 is only making a temporary stop at this platform. The time is short, so passengers who have disembarked to smoke, please board the train as soon as possible to avoid missing it."

This kind of thing happens often.

She was already used to it.

Every time there was a temporary stop at the platform, there were always a few individual passengers who couldn't resist going down for a smoke before running back, as if they would die if they were away from that thing for a few hours.

Sure enough, after hearing the reminder, the group took two quick puffs, extinguished their cigarettes, and quickly returned to the carriage to avoid missing the train.

Seeing them return, the train attendant also entered the carriage.

But she didn't notice an old man in his fifties or sixties in the crowd, who didn't take her words to heart at all.

He was still puffing away, his face full of meanness and acrimony.

"Humph! Trying to control me? I paid for my ticket, can you leave without me?"

The old man, who had spent most of his life taking small advantages and being self-centered, was full of inexplicable confidence.

Beep beep beep—

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the doors closing came.

As the carriage doors closed completely, the old man panicked.

He quickly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, trying to pry open the doors with his hands.

He shouted shrilly, "I haven't gotten on yet!"

A young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, with a slightly thin build and a refined appearance, happened to be standing by the door inside the carriage.

Seeing this, he approached and reminded him, "Old man, be careful of getting your hands caught, it's dangerous!"

"Why did the door close! Open it for me quickly!" The old man roared, patting the door.

The young man seemed anxious about the old man's situation.

After thinking for a moment, he quickly said, "Don't worry, I'll go find the attendant to help. What's your seat number?"

"10F, by the window! Hurry!" The old man was a little impatient.

But seeing the young man running towards the inside of the carriage.

He felt a little more at ease.

He couldn't help but sigh, "There are still many good people in the world…"

Little did he know that the young man, who had walked to the inside of the carriage, did not go to find the attendant.

He just quickly found seat 10F.

Sure enough, it was by the window.

And it was completely empty, with only some melon seed shells, probably from when the old man was eating melon seeds before he got off to smoke.

The young man collected the residue on the seat into a trash bag.

Then, he sat down very naturally.

As if the seat was his in the first place.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh, "There are still many good people in the world. They knew I was in a hurry and didn't get a seat, so they specially got off the train to make room for me."

Whoosh whoosh—

The high-speed train started and made a whooshing sound as it moved forward.

Wu Wang smiled through the window and waved goodbye to the old man on the platform, whose face was turning purple: "Thank you, may you rest in peace."

He had inquired with his second sister about his whereabouts that day.

Interestingly, whether it was because of the instance or because the Gentleman Penguin helped with the cleanup.

His second sister's memory of that search for the mystery of his origins had become a solo trip to climb mountains and have a picnic.

But unfortunately, she encountered a rainstorm.

So she just stayed overnight in a county town outside the mountains.

She treated it as a trip to relax.

With this, Wu Wang immediately booked the nearest high-speed train.

He was heading to the county town where his second sister went on her "trip."

If there were no accidents, he should be able to find out about Yin Yuan Village there.

"Do other spirit disaster players know that instances can affect the timeline? What is the Alien Affairs Bureau's attitude?" Wu Wang was curious about this question.

He had already confirmed that the instance he experienced was what happened five years ago.

The reason was simple—

His second sister could really see ghosts.

Wu Xiaoyou in the instance said that she could see ghosts since she was a child, and she was tricked into searching for her origins by a fortune teller who could catch ghosts.

From the beginning, Wu Wang was curious about how to verify this in reality.

It was obviously impossible to ask directly.

He couldn't explain how he got this question, so Wu Wang decided to hide the existence of the spirit disaster game from her from the beginning.

Because this might put his second sister in danger.

Some things, it's best not to know about their existence if you don't participate in them, otherwise, it's only a matter of time before you get burned.

Coincidentally, among the items rewarded by the instance.

There was an item that might have ghosts.

He took the opportunity to verify it.

【Skill Evolution Guidance Item】!

The effect of that black fountain pen emphatically explained that you must say goodbye to the pen spirit after using it.

This also matched Wu Wang's understanding of the pen spirit game.

It was rumored that if you didn't say goodbye, the pen spirit would haunt the person who summoned it.

Eventually, this person would die an unnatural death.

So, Wu Wang deliberately didn't say goodbye to it.

He just hoped that the other party would try to curse him.

"Ah Di, you must pay attention to safety these days, understand? Be careful not to choke when drinking water, and put dangerous items in a safe place and don't touch them."

As a result, before leaving, his second sister inexplicably repeatedly warned him to pay attention to safety.

Wu Wang also noticed.

Her gaze did not stay on his face.

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Instead, she kept staring at his shoulder.

As if there was something there.

At that moment, he understood.

The pen spirit had indeed come to curse him.

And his second sister had seen it.

It was really sad that his second sister was hiding secrets from him, but now he was also hiding the existence of the spirit disaster game from her, so it was even, right?

"Alien Affairs Bureau, the real-world impact of instances, the authenticity of history…"

Having finally gotten a seat, Wu Wang flipped through his phone.

The search bar above showed a series of keywords he had entered.

But from the perspective of other people, this young man was just watching short videos to pass the time.

【Spirit Disaster Game APP】!

When Baili Dao was explaining the newbie guide to Wu Wang, he emphasized this thing—

After becoming a spirit disaster player, this APP would automatically appear on the electronic device you were holding.

And the APP had extremely strong privacy.

Its icon and content could only be seen by the person who opened it.

Even if another spirit disaster player was by your side, if you didn't choose the public permission in the APP background, the other party wouldn't be able to see what you were looking at, let alone ordinary people.

The existence of this thing was actually equivalent to an exclusive forum for spirit disaster players.

From instance guides to same-city dating.

Everything from instance guides to task commission boards was available.

He even found a few posts about Ace Aimu, which only showed that the circles that spirit disaster players mixed in were really complicated.

Most things were understood through the APP.

There was only one thing that couldn't be found.

That was anything related to the meaning of the existence of 【Spirit Disaster Game】 itself.

It couldn't be found on any posts.

Naturally, this also included the content of the instance affecting the real-world timeline.

But Wu Wang wasn't a fool.

He believed that the Alien Affairs Bureau, as a domestic organization with certain official characteristics, couldn't be completely unaware of this kind of thing that was easily noticed.

So he was curious about how much the other party actually knew.

Perhaps he still had to start with Baili Dao…

Pfft—

Just as he was deep in thought at a crucial moment, Wu Wang suddenly felt a pain in his butt.

He reached out and touched it, and it was a bloody mess.

He touched it again, and a strange black fountain pen was taken out from under the seat cushion.

The people next to the seat looked at him strangely.

Especially when they looked at his reddened palm.

Wu Wang smiled politely and explained: "Sorry, my great aunt came, can modern society please take care of a socially anxious person like me and not peep over here? You bottom-feeder."

"Otherwise, I'll post you on Xiaohongshu."

"Family~ Who understands~".

Hearing this guy start to act crazy, the people next to him quickly turned their gazes away.

You call that social anxiety?

Making society feel fear is also social anxiety, right!

Now, there are—7 hours left until the station.

Wu Wang was completely unaware.

The target location of this trip had begun to gradually have problems.

The Alien Affairs Bureau was blocking the entrance and exit of the mountains where Yin Yuan Village was located.

Because they found.

That malicious energy fluctuation was too strong.

So, they were waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

Reinforcements from Mingyang City…

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