I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

"Cough, cough... No... No!"

On the balcony of a seaside villa.

The hammock that hung there was now empty. Instead, the originally spotless and expensive floor tiles were stained with a thick pool of blood. A slender, strange woman was lying painfully on the ground.

Her expression was twisted, as if she was enduring immense pain, and she only muttered the word "No."

About half an hour passed, and a layer of blood crust had formed on her body. Only then did she recover, using trembling hands to support herself on the ground, enduring the pain that felt like her body was about to explode as she struggled to get up.

She picked up the phone beside her and typed:

"Bounty on Li Guoqiang, the captain of the Mingyang City Criminal Police! Alive or dead!"

"Find out what exactly happened to him!"

"The reward is set at ten million! US dollars!"

The strange woman's fingers stabbed at the phone as she typed, making a clicking sound. By the time the message was sent, the originally smooth screen was already full of cracks.

She was angry! She was puzzled!

That Supreme Being was fond of death and blood.

This sacrifice only needed 50 lives to allow the aura on that item to gain a trace of activity.

But when she transferred her consciousness through the special spirit tablet, she saw the projection of that Being!

Why would He personally descend a projection?

The instance was pieced together and sewn by her own hands.

She knew better than anyone what was inside.

This was as ridiculous as Jack Ma taking a private jet to the home of a cowherd in a remote mountain village, just to snatch the cow dung he picked up in the morning.

Since there was no problem with the item, then the problem could only be with the person!

"Why wasn't that bastard sacrificed?" The strange woman gasped for breath, her proud figure trembling slightly in a disheveled state.

The scene she saw when her consciousness entered the spirit tablet echoed in her mind:

She clearly saw a body whose form had already been distorted into a monster, defiantly raising its head to look directly at the red sun in the sky.

Even if it shattered into blood mist the next second, the monster's狂笑 (kuáng xiào - maniacal laughter) still made the strange woman feel alarmed.

"Could this madman have been sent by some organization to destroy the Descent Object?"

"The Disaster Sect? The Tarot Society? Or the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs?"

The strange woman's mind was a little chaotic now.

The bastard who cleared the instance held the spirit tablet that should have been carried by Li Guoqiang, and used some method to ignore the sacrifice and attract the projection of that Being, causing the Descent Object to disappear, completely disrupting her long-prepared plan.

Not only that, but her only substitute doll was also gone.

Among all the players in the entire Spirit Disaster Game, you couldn't find more than a few people who possessed such a tool!

The terror of that Being was far beyond imagination. Even across the chasm between the instance and the real world, even if only a projection of Him descended, even if the target of attention was not herself, it still killed her once.

"No matter who you are..."

"I will cut you into a thousand pieces!"

This was the first time the strange woman had hated someone so much.

It was also the first time she had been so annoyed by the live-streaming restrictions of Spirit Disaster Game.

That was a protection mechanism for newbies—

Due to the difference in time flow between the instance and reality, players watching the live stream were actually in a state similar to time-stop.

Furthermore, they couldn't remember any personal characteristics of any newbies in the live stream, such as their appearance or voice.

So she also had no way to directly lock down who the final clearer was. She didn't even know that Li Guoqiang hadn't entered at all when she was watching the live stream.

Fortunately, she could narrow down the scope of the investigation.

That person held Li Guoqiang's spirit tablet, so their location must be in Mingyang City!

"Ethan, book a flight back home."

"I'm going back to dig three feet into the ground and dig him out myself!"

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"Achoo!!"

Wu Wang, who didn't know that his head was now worth ten million, sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, he wondered, "Who's cursing me?"

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!" Three sneezes in a row.

"Damn, they're cursing pretty hard. Wait till I finish eating, and I'll give you a voodoo curse, believe it or not?" Wu Wang muttered as he used a plastic fork to pick up the instant noodles that were almost congealed into a lump, slurping them down without any disgust.

He had just returned to reality.

Based on the deviation of the clock on the wall and the softness of the instant noodles, he could easily determine how long he had been gone—thirty minutes.

This was the time he spent studying the personal panel in the dark space.

In other words, as far as the instance world was concerned, no matter how long he spent in it, only a moment would pass in the real world upon his return.

"Is it Grandpa Wang cursing me? Did he find out that I replaced his square dance audio U disk with embarrassing moans?"

"It couldn't be Auntie Li still holding a grudge after all this time for me shaving her cat's fur to knit a sweater, right?"

"Meow ~"

While Wu Wang was wondering whether to give Grandpa Wang or Auntie Li a voodoo curse, a flattering meow came from the bedroom door.

Just by listening, you could tell it was a little pretender.

Glancing sideways, the black and white piebald cat raised by his second sister walked in with light steps.

Because the shape of the white fur near its nose was unusually abstract,

Wu Wang always called it "Dick Cat."

Watching it slowly approach, Wu Wang pulled out a tube of cat treats from the drawer.

"Meow ~~"

The piebald cat's voice was even more pretentious, staring unblinkingly at the cat treats, drool about to drip on the ground.

But Wu Wang wasn't buying it.

He just stared seriously at the piebald cat and scolded, "Dick Cat! Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

Hearing his deep voice, the piebald cat's pace immediately stopped.

It tentatively called out to Wu Wang a few more times.

After discovering it was useless.

It compromised.

Whoosh—thud—

The piebald cat skillfully exerted force with its forelimbs, and the whole cat leaped up into the air like a black and white windmill, performing a brilliant backflip before landing perfectly.

After completing this acrobatic-like performance, it saw a smile on Wu Wang's face.

"That's right! That's how it is!"

"My family doesn't raise trash. You reap what you sow. Only valuable cats can eat!"

"From now on, every time I come home, I have to see you flip one to get cat food, understand?"

With that, he put the cat treats back in the drawer.

He didn't say that this performance would get cat treats.

"Even cats can be tamed. I'm really a genius."

Ignoring the cat's dissatisfied growls, Wu Wang picked it up, threw it into the living room, and locked himself in his room.

He turned on the computer.

The dim light reflected on his face, making him appear unusually pale.

There were about 23 hours left until the mission time.

He needed to review his knowledge of the supernatural.

The browser opened a folder in his favorites called "Mysticism"—

"Encyclopedia of Occultism," "The Use of Witchcraft," "Collection of Taoist Spells," "..."

Not only that, but the more folders on the side showed his terrifying knowledge reserves.

From the analysis of chemical material smelting to architectural design; from literary poetry to advanced mathematical theories; from fitness diet matching to fighting technique movement breakdown; from astronomy constellations to geographical geological research; from wilderness survival skills to financial investment; from human medicine to criminal cases...

All kinds of messy and comprehensive knowledge were categorized by him.

The most important thing was—he had learned it all.

Most normal people would not be able to get involved in all aspects due to limited energy.

But Wu Wang was a little special...

"It's true that a full belly makes one lustful. I get sleepy after eating." Not long after replenishing his knowledge, Wu Wang felt his eyelids getting heavy, and a wave of drowsiness surged into his heart.

He subconsciously took out a fruit knife from the drawer and skillfully aimed it at the position of his heart.

Then he stabbed down hard.

Pfft—

He died.

In the blink of an eye, the lost blood disappeared out of thin air and returned to his body.

Opening his eyes, the feeling of fatigue was gone.

After resurrection, the body will return to the healthiest state!

With the aid of this method, he could maintain a high-intensity learning state without rest. When he was sleepy, he would just give himself a knife.

Not only learning, but also exercising the body and practicing fighting skills were the same.

Whenever the body muscles reached their limit due to a large amount of exercise, he only needed to resurrect once to continue, and the exercise effect would be retained, which was equivalent to skipping the muscle recovery process and directly obtaining the results.

Wu Wang hadn't slept for five consecutive years.

Just as he said just now—

"I'm really a genius!"