Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 226: Doubts remain unresolved, Yiyuan is shrouded in mystery (Part )

"Han soldiers have plundered the land, and the sound of Chu songs is heard from all sides."

"The king is so full of energy, how can I, your concubine, live like this~"

This performance of "Farewell My Concubine" is gradually coming to an end.

Although Yu Ji was beating the gong beside him, he couldn't help but hum along softly.

The childishness in his eyes gradually faded, and a hint of dominance appeared in them.

A lowly kid who was born into an acting family gradually began to dig out the humbleness in his bones, determined to interpret the most brilliant Overlord.

Just as the old boss thought.

He is an excellent martial artist.

Even the old troupe owner, who had been a spy for the prince in the Xishen Yiyuan for decades, had never seen a child who could understand opera so quickly.

You have to know that in this era, having enough food to eat is what ordinary people want in their life.

Many people would sell their children to charity gardens at a low price for a small profit.

But more importantly, they really can't support a child.

For such children, mastering the skills taught by Yiyuan is the only way to make a living.

Everyone is living hard.

In this situation, Yu Ji was able to stand out and be so outstanding that everyone thought he could inherit the position of the next owner of Xishen Yiyuan.

It is enough to prove its excellence.

"Hahaha, how wonderful!" said the prince, waving the Overlord Spear casually.

When the song ended, he felt refreshed.

The anger that had been suppressed on the battlefield for a long time was also calmed down a little by his hobby.

Seeing this, the old boss was about to step forward to ask the prince if he had any other instructions.

At this moment, Yu Ji suddenly said:

"You haven't taken off your makeup yet, so you can't speak."

For a moment, the entire theater fell into an inexplicable silence.

The old boss looked at him with a deathly pale face, and the prince narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

What Yu Ji said is the rule among the children of the Pear Garden.

[After applying the facial makeup, you are not allowed to speak anything irrelevant to the performance before the makeup is removed.]

In their view, putting on facial makeup means that you are no longer yourself at that moment.

Rather, the role being performed is similar to the person being sacrificed in Nuo opera, the so-called "corpse".

The gods and ghosts are watching you in heaven.

Therefore, speaking of other things at this time would be disrespectful to ghosts and gods.

Only when you leave the backstage and take off your makeup can you be yourself again.

But can I say such words to the prince?
The old troupe owner immediately chided, "Hey! You little bastard! What nonsense are you talking about! Go and help the prince remove his makeup and clothes!"

Damn it, this kid really thinks the prince is a lowly actor?

What does the rules of the opera garden have to do with the prince?

People can say whatever they want to say and sing whatever they want to sing!
You kid think you have a long life, don't drag down my old bones!
Yu Ji seemed to realize that he had crossed the line. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and walked over silently to take the Overlord Spear from the prince's hand.

She carefully put it away and turned around to help the prince take off his costume and remove his makeup.

While he was busy, the prince asked calmly, "What's your name?"

"In reply to Your Highness, his name is Yu Ji, and he is a martial artist here." The old troupe owner said with an apologetic smile.

The prince gave him a cold look.

He said word by word, "Did I ask you?"

These four short words scared the old boss so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

I felt a chill down my spine as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

This is a frontier prince who kills countless people on the battlefield.

If the lives he has taken are piled up, the entire Yiyuan will probably be blocked tightly.

Even though I had been a spy for him in Yiyuan for so many years, in his eyes I was still a wild dog that could be crushed to death at will.

"Well, give me some wine."

After a while, when the makeup on his face faded, the prince changed back into his dragon robe.

He said with a casual wave of his hand.

This allowed the old boss to breathe a sigh of relief.

I was afraid that the prince's next words would be to sentence me to death.

He nodded repeatedly and brought a glass of wine as clear as spring water.

But he handed it to Yu Ji and said solemnly: "This is the wine that the prince gave you as a reward. Drink it and have a good rest."

Yu Ji took it flattered.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed solemnly to the prince several times.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

No matter how Yu Ji of the previous second was substituted for the Overlord.

But in front of the prince, in front of this world.

He is still that lowly actor.

You still have to kowtow when you should, and you still have to express gratitude when you should express gratitude.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The prince took a quick glance before saying to the old boss, "How's the thing I asked you to do going?"

"Your Highness, we've found all the children whose birthdates match the five elements. We'll be bringing them all to the garden tomorrow at the latest. We'll make sure they're well cared for," the old host whispered. "When you leave, they'll repay you with their lives."

Hearing this, the prince nodded.

He gently rubbed the giant sword on the table beside him with his hand.

Feeling the sharpness of the blade and the mottled scars on the scabbard.

This sword has been with him on the battlefield for many years.

Repaired again and again, patched again and again.

Although the blade looks brand new, the scabbard shows that it has been through a lot.

"In ancient times, Prime Minister Zhuge used the Seven Star Lamp to prolong his life, but it was unfortunately broken by the reckless Wei Yan."

"Now I can also use the [Five Flower Song] to break the gap between life and death."

"Remember, this matter must not be known to others, otherwise I will hold you accountable."

The old boss shuddered all over and fell to his knees.

He placed his head on the ground and said in a strong voice, "I will die for you, my Lord!"

Although he said so.

In fact, Wu Wang saw another idea above his head.

After reading carefully for a while, I had some ideas in mind.

It turned out that the prince felt that his health was deteriorating, and even the imperial physician had diagnosed that he had a terminal illness.

Most likely he won’t live more than half a year.

With no cure for his terminal illness, he began to turn his attention to those techniques that could connect Yin and Yang.

Finally, I found a piece of "Wuhuaqu".

Taking five people with suitable birthdays and zodiac signs, and piecing together the corresponding parts of their bodies, a new body is formed that can connect the yin and yang sides.

Let the people in the underworld return to the world of the living.

Come back to life with this body as the carrier.

Since there is no cure for this body, I will find another body to live another life.

The prince wanted to wait until his death and then use the evil magic of the [Wuhuaqu] to resurrect himself.

Yu Ji, who was standing by, heard this.

I couldn't help but be shocked.

Although he didn't understand what the "Wuhuaqu" was, he could tell that the prince was going to kill five innocent children to do something.

Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Yu Ji immediately felt as much pain as a boiled shrimp. He hunched over on the ground and sweated profusely.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't even open his mouth to scream.

In a moment, the whole person was breathing in more than out.

That cup of wine was the poison that would send him to paradise.

It was not until this moment that he understood why the prince and the old boss would talk about various things in front of him so openly.

Because I can't get out of this theater at all.

"Yu...Yu...I can't see you anymore..."

At this moment, what emerged in Yu Ji's mind was Lou Yu's smile under the moonlight.

He naturally didn't know that Lou Yu was not the old boss's biological daughter.

Even from Yu Ji's perspective, whether it was the prince's visit or the current supporting role, it was all said by the other party.

It looks like a conspiracy.

But Yu Ji didn't even have the slightest intention of blaming her.

I never think that the other party will murder me.

What he wanted to do was just to remind Lou Yu what had just happened, and to warn him that what the old boss and the prince were planning would cause a lot of killing.

I want to see again the girl whose eyes are as curved as crescent moons when she smiles.

It's a pity that I can no longer go to the well at the Nuo Opera Garden and fulfill my promise to watch the moon with the girl I have secretly loved for a long time.

Looking at Yu Ji who had lost his breath.

The old boss picked it up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He whispered to the prince, "Your Highness, I recently found a foreign object, perhaps a gift from an immortal, that I hope will grant me immortality and ward off evil spirits. Would you mind making some backup plans?"

He knew that the prince would definitely go with him to see it.

Not to mention immortality and exorcism, there is even hope of curing his terminal illness.

The prince will definitely determine the authenticity himself.

After all, things like [Wuhuaqu] are to be performed after death.

If anything goes wrong, then everything will be lost.

It would naturally be best to have these means that can be carried out while alive.

Sure enough, the prince heard this.

The hand stroking the giant sword paused, and he raised an eyebrow and looked at the old boss and asked, "Oh? You have such a treasure? Why did you tell me about it today?"

"In reply to Your Highness, this magical object fell from the sky into the well in Yi Garden a few days ago. I only found a record of it in an ancient book yesterday. It just so happened that you were coming to the garden today, so I reported it late. I am guilty."

The old boss spoke very smoothly.

In the end it was just a coincidence.

Moreover, after I learned about this, I immediately reported it to you and did not choose to keep it privately.

The prince was also smiling happily.

Patting the other person's shoulder, he comforted him and said, "You are very thoughtful. Lead the way. The moon is beautiful today. I will walk with you."

While the two of them were chatting and laughing, they took Yu Ji's body.

Push the door and leave.

The whole memory ended there.

After all, Wu Wangdai's memoir is written from Yu Ji's first-person perspective.

Now the real owner is dead.

What else can he do?

For the last two sentences, the screen was completely black, leaving only the sound.

Most likely, it was what Yu Ji heard in his last moments when he was on the verge of death and his consciousness was blurred.

Fortunately, he knew most of the plot later.

The stories told by the masked ghosts are what happened next.

The old boss threw the body into the bottom of the well and told the prince that the magical object was also there.

When the prince approached the well and put his head out, he took the opportunity to push him down as a sacrifice.

In his excitement, he didn't notice the wet and slippery ground and fell down himself.

All of this was seen by Lou Yu who was sitting on the roof of the courtyard.

Even the reason why the ground was wet and slippery was because she was a little thirsty and had fetched some water.

In the end, she pushed her cruel "old father" who killed her lover and destroyed the prince into the abyss.

When Wu Wang opened his eyes again.

He was already lying at the bottom of the well with his arms and legs spread out.

Many years have passed, and the five children have grown up.

The well water here had long dried up, leaving only a thin layer that was not enough to cover Wu Wang's mouth and nose even when he lay down.

He sat up.

Use your hand to gently move the vertical pupil reflection on the water surface.

The familiar feeling of contamination came to his mind again, and he suddenly felt as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms and drunk fake wine.

Even so, he still shook his head.

"That's not good enough, buddy. This isn't your strength."

"Or rather, this isn't the real mark you left in the copy, right?"

The corners of Wu Wang's mouth, which had begun to grow scales and hundreds of teeth, rose slightly.

This is indeed the extreme pollution caused by the Mark of the Abyss God.

But he was able to almost remain unconscious in the face of this pollution. He felt something was wrong when he first looked down at the wellhead.

Now it seems so.

Is it that my resistance to the Abyss God's pollution has increased?

Is it that Abyss God has become weak? Impossible.

Then there is only one possibility - the mark of the Abyss God is not pure.

After learning the story told by the masked ghost with the servant.

Wu Wang also guessed that this place might not be the Yi Garden of the God of Plays in the mortal world.

As the mark of the underworld god, perhaps what is recorded is only the reflection in the water.

The real mark remains in the world of the living.

He casually raised his gun and blew his own head off, then resurrected and restored his body.

Wu Wangcai looked at the dry bones at the bottom of the well.

Lost in thought.

The hairpin that she had been holding tightly and fell into the well was now grasped by the dry bones at some point.

It just sat at the bottom of the well and looked at Wu Wang.

There was no sign of resurrection or any other strange phenomena.

"But your presence is a big problem."

"Why aren't you the old boss's corpse? You are—"

"Lou Yu, right?"

Wu Wang is not a coroner, but he is more familiar with corpses than a coroner.

No one understands death better than me!
With just one glance, he could tell that this was the corpse of a woman, not a man.

But if this is the case, it would overturn the previous speculation about the underworld.

However, only that underworld speculation can explain the existence of the Zombie Prince and the immortal body of the boss.

And Lou Yu wasn't dead at all! Where did this corpse come from?

"Oh...wait, there's still some doubt."

"What's the matter with Yu Ji in the shabby theater? And how could the relationship between the prince and Yu Ji be so close?"

"Who is the evil in this copy?"

Wu Wang looked into the corpse's empty eyes.

As if trying to find some answer from it.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind.

Hey! The Idea King has appeared again!
He jumped out of the well in two or three steps.

At this time, the masked ghosts outside had already gone somewhere to prepare for the show.

He hummed an unknown tune and began to walk out of the Nuo Opera House.

When you reach the arched door.

Wu Wang deliberately looked up and observed.

There were indeed quite a few yellow talisman papers stuck on the inside that looked so old that the incantations could no longer be seen.

Next to the rockery and pond.

The long-haired female ghost was still sitting there in a daze.

Watching Wu Wang walking towards her step by step.

The long-haired female ghost was shocked.

"Impossible! Why didn't you become a sacrifice to those masks?"

"Wait... the smell on you..."

"!!!!!!"

"I...I'm warning you, don't come over here! I will really eat you, don't come over here!"

Her voice became increasingly miserable.

Although Wu Wang didn't know what she smelled.

But he knew what the long-haired female ghost saw.

Maybe even more than those masked ghosts.

She appeared in Xishen Yiyuan earlier.

The most important thing is that she can talk!

This is the best audience!
"Tell me, what is your dream?"

Wu Wang found a chair from the auditorium of the long-abandoned Nuo Opera Theater nearby and brought it over.

Sit on it and use your legs to push the simulated rotating seat.

He said with a smile: "Hey, no injections or medicine, I'm just sitting here to chat with you."

“I said, this is called talk therapy.”

"Let's have some adult conversation."

(End of this chapter)