I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

“Is this guy really okay?”

“He seems to have some kind of item shielding his 'human scent,' but I don't smell any 'ghost scent' on him either. He should be fine for now.”

“What if something goes wrong again? Who's going to wear that mask?”

“……”

Wu Wang led the way in front.

The others behind him were in lively discussion.

Their voices weren't quiet; they basically didn't try to avoid Wu Wang hearing them, letting him hear the content of their conversation.

First, if the Unborn really had a problem at this moment, hearing everyone start to suspect him might reveal something.

Second, they really wanted to discuss what to do if something happened to the Unborn later.

Who would wear the human skin mask?

Because they didn't have the ability of the red vertical pupils to see through illusions.

So, they could only speculate that someone had to wear the human skin mask to lead the others into the Nuo Opera Garden.

Otherwise, if they were driven out again because of the ghost wall they encountered earlier, that would be fine.

They were afraid that the ghost wall would appear and not let them leave.

If everyone was trapped in this ghostly place, more trouble would inevitably arise out of thin air.

“Hey, since you all don't trust my judgment, if something happens to him later, I'll be the next one to wear the mask, okay?” Shusheng said with a sigh.

He spread his hands, with a kind of helplessness that said, “If you don't believe me, why are you asking me?”

But there wasn't the slightest hint of fear in his eyes.

“People make mistakes, horses stumble. After all, you've misjudged once, so how can you expect them to trust you completely?” Wu Wang said cheerfully from the front.

When the others heard this, their expressions towards Wu Wang couldn't help but show a little more recognition.

It was more likely that this was the real person.

Because what Wu Wang was referring to should have been when they were performing 'The Battle of Changban,' when Shusheng judged that he wasn't on the stage, but the next second, Wu Wang jumped out of the prince's arms, slapping him in the face.

Hearing his words, Shusheng also responded with a smile: “Unborn Brother, it should be 'people make mistakes, horses stumble.'”

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang shook his head in denial.

“I don't know about hands or not, but we really have hooves now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Biluo exclaimed: “My hand! My hand!”

The others looked over in confusion.

They discovered that Qiao Biluo's arm, which only had one hand left, didn't have human fingers at the position of the palm.

Instead, a greasy pig trotter was shaking.

They quickly raised their own hands.

They were shocked to find that their hands had also grown some coarse, hard hair and keratin, looking like they were about to stick together and become the hooves of some kind of animal.

“Is this some kind of curse?” Zi Jin frowned and stuck the talisman she had prepared to deal with Wu Wang on her arm.

However, it didn't cause any reaction. Her palm was still degenerating towards the direction of a trotter.

This shocked her.

“It's not a curse! What is this!?”

Her talisman was one of the top-level items in the [Epic] grade, just one step away from being comparable to a [Legendary] grade item.

Having experienced dozens of dungeons, any cursed existence, including ordinary ghosts, would be severely damaged or even dissipated the moment they came into contact with the talisman.

Therefore, she had previously prepared to stick it on Wu Wang to judge whether this kid was possessed or cursed.

Now that there was no reaction, it could only be said that this wasn't a curse.

But some unknown power!

“This is [Blessing], but the one being [Blessed] isn't us.” Shusheng narrowed his eyes and said slowly: “It seems we have become sacrifices.”

“Although it's a bit strange, in essence, this is a kind of [Blessing] power, so you can't dispel it. After all, where is there an exorcism talisman that dispels [Blessing]?”

The others were stunned when they heard this.

Blessing? You call this kind of mutation a blessing?

Whose blessing turns people's hands into pig trotters!

Ignoring the strange looks from the others.

Shusheng strode forward and came to Wu Wang's side, looking at him with a somewhat solemn expression.

Then he said very confidently: “You saw where the corpses are, right? Only you can see them.”

Wu Wang turned his head to look at this effeminate man who had been hiding his strength.

He said with a playful expression: “Are you referring to 'shi' or 'shi'? I saw them all.”

This sentence sounded awkward and strange.

But Shusheng understood what he was saying.

He turned back and explained to the others: “Nuo Opera, a form of opera derived from sacrificial culture.”

“Although, in a sense, the origin of most operas is like this, the performance of Nuo Opera is more closely related to sacrifice, which is the so-called shamanistic dance.”

“In ancient sacrificial rituals, there was a method called 'substituting corpses for sacrifices.'”

“The 'shi' here doesn't refer to corpses, but to people who play the role of ghosts and gods during sacrifices to receive the sacrifices in their place.”

“The 'shi' with the character for death represents corpses. If you saw them all, has the sacrifice already begun?”

After saying that, he looked at Wu Wang again.

The other party's words just now revealed that there were indeed things nearby that they couldn't see.

This made the other players suddenly feel a chill down their spines.

They couldn't help but look around at the environment.

But apart from the dilapidated stage not far away, a few strange wooden pillars, and a few pieces of torn cloth rustling in the cold wind.

Plus the ground was full of nearly a hundred grotesque ghost face masks.

They didn't see anything else.

Everything was so silent.

The corpses and the sacrificial people were nowhere to be found.

Xiao Xiao couldn't help but step forward and ask Wu Wang: “You… in your eyes, what's the situation in front of you?”

Wu Wang didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he carefully examined everything in front of him, thinking about what language to use to describe this strange scene.

In his eyes.

This wasn't a dilapidated stage, but a sacrificial high platform as towering as a beacon tower, with flames soaring into the sky, except the flames were a strange ghostly green.

The strange wooden pillars were more like instruments of torture, with a man tied to the top.

That blue hair was extremely eye-catching, and it was clearly the blue-haired executioner they were looking for.

Hanging high up, he was naturally motionless, after all, he was completely dead.

This was the “shi” in Wu Wang's mouth, which was the corpse.

There was also a burly man, naked to the waist, wearing a fierce ghost-like mask, dancing around the pillar in a strange pace.

Many of the movements didn't seem like the flexibility of human limbs could accomplish, to the point that his ankles had been sprained multiple times, showing signs of swelling and even necrosis.

But he didn't care.

He also held a shield and a knife in his hands, frantically hitting and waving them, the movements were equally exaggerated and full of wildness.

He was the “shi” in Wu Wang's mouth, which was the sacrificial person.

The reason why they still thought he might be a person.

Because even through the mask, Wu Wang could tell from the burly figure and the injuries on the soles of his feet.

This guy was actually the [Power King] who was lying outside and had been carried away by the troupe leader!

At this time, Wu Wang had a bold guess.

The Power King hadn't completely died yet!

Although his body remained outside, his soul had been stripped into the Nuo Opera Garden!

After all, if the other players couldn't see him, it proved that the current Power King couldn't be said to belong to the yang world.

But if he could bring his soul out and return it to his body.

Would he have hope of being resurrected?

Thinking of this, Wu Wang couldn't help but show a wry smile.

It was mostly too late.

The troupe leader had already had an in-depth exchange of hearts with the Power King's corpse.

Without a heart, the tragedy of the soul returning and dissipating would occur.

Of course, just these two scenes weren't considered strange.

What was truly terrifying was—

The hundreds of ghost face masks that the other players saw.

In Wu Wang's eyes, they were already a field of terrifying ghosts.

As many masks as there were, there were as many fierce ghosts.

Their forms were different, and they were extremely strange.

They were surrounding the sacrificial high platform, turning their heads to look at these five uninvited guests who had strayed into this place.

Simultaneously making eye contact with hundreds of pupils, even Wu Wang, who thought his San value was already very high.

Still felt a slight tingling in his scalp.

It was like falling into an ice cellar, feeling stiff all over.

The ghosts' eyes were full of greed and ecstasy.

There was also some kind of whisper coming from them.

“People have difficulties… then there is Nuo… Nuo dance rises… disasters are avoided!”

“Sacrifices…”

“Have arrived…”

“Start the show!”

French Fries wishes you all a Happy New Year!

Please, please, please, don't let others cross over your body or cross over other people's bodies tonight for the New Year, okay?

Let's just celebrate the New Year peacefully, and don't set off firecrackers, woo woo woo.

Otherwise, damn it, I'm going to call the police and arrest you!