Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 308 Truth or Dare

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Inside a luxury hotel room.

The trendy young man's eyes were vacant and lifeless, yet he was constantly emitting painful cries.

There is a kind of tragic scene that you only hear when pigs are slaughtered during the Lunar New Year.

The commotion naturally startled Mr. Fang, the man in the suit, who came out of the bedroom to check the situation.

But unexpectedly, in just a few short seconds...

The trendy young man who controlled the "Yellow Millet Pillow" with the jade pendant became even more bizarre.

Crimson blood flowed slowly from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth like a winding stream.

His whole body began to convulse as if he had been electrocuted.

"Wang Haoran! What happened!" The man in the suit didn't even care that his mental strength hadn't fully recovered.

He rushed forward to check the situation.

But he found that the trendy young man did not respond to him.

Watching the once steady and rhythmic green light of the [Yellow Millet Pillow] suddenly flicker wildly like a disco ball in a disco.

After all, he obtained this item from a dungeon.

Naturally, he immediately realized that there was something wrong with the dream.

Or perhaps the trendy young man who was controlling the dream had a problem, so his painful emotions were reflected in the [Yellow Millet Pillow].

He strode forward and snatched the jade pendant from her hand.

I felt the dream within it crumbling and collapsing.

The man in the suit didn't care that his goal for tonight hadn't been achieved yet.

I immediately chose to turn off the "Yellow Millet Pillow" feature.

The attempt was to bring the consciousness of the trendy boy back to his true self through this method.

However, even if the green light emanating from the [Yellow Millet Pillow] completely ceases.

The trendy young man, already covered in blood, was still convulsing in place.

The blankness in his eyes hadn't disappeared.

"How is this possible!" the man in the suit exclaimed incredulously.

The other party used the "Yellow Millet Pillow" to enter another person's dream.

The practice of making "Huangliang Pillow" has now ended.

How can his consciousness remain in the dream?
It's like someone playing an online game.

I've unplugged the network cable from him, but he doesn't seem to be disconnected.

This is simply unbelievable!
Could it be that something in his dream was limiting the trendy kid's consciousness?
Thinking about this, the man in the suit started to feel a headache coming on.

Because he had absolutely no clue.

Could it be that the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs has noticed it?

This is too fast!

According to the original plan, the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs should not have noticed anything unusual for at least another four or five days!
Because the effects of the "Yellow Millet Pillow" are indeed terrifyingly well-hidden.

And it will not have any negative effects on ordinary people in the next few days.

He simply had no idea where the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs should begin to detect anything unusual.

Besides, discovering a problem and catching them red-handed are two completely different things!

How could they react so quickly?
"If the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs really caught us in a dream, then this hotel isn't safe either!"

"We might be surrounded soon!"

"We have to run! We have to run!"

Even though I always feel that some things are strange.

Perhaps it wasn't the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs that intervened.

But the man in the suit felt he had no chance to make a mistake.

There wasn't enough time to think carefully about what exactly happened.

Once he's caught, he'll truly be in dire straits!
It might even affect future plans.

I can die, but the plan cannot fail because of me!

Absolutely not!

I glanced at the trendy kid who was still twitching on the ground.

A cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

It's no longer realistic to run away with the other side.

After all, regardless of one's real-life identity, carrying a guy bleeding from all seven orifices would be too conspicuous.

Leaving him here to fend for himself is not a solution.

What if the kid regains consciousness after I leave, and is then captured by the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs?

Or perhaps the Bureau of Extraordinary Events is actually trying to find clues in his dream to examine his memories?
Although he didn't know much.

But it's definitely best to avoid letting the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs find out.

Then you can't blame yourself!

"hiss……"

Just then, because the "Yellow Millet Pillow" project had ended,

The two ladies lying on the sofa gradually began to wake up.

However, it has not yet fully opened its eyes.

Their consciousness returned to death amidst the intense pain in their throats and an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

The sudden burst of brute force snapped their necks.

They couldn't even manage a scream or a struggle.

The man in the suit withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

Before taking action, he even took out a pair of white gloves from his backpack and put them on to avoid leaving fingerprints or other traces.

He then turned his gaze back to his "companion".

He sighed and said, "I'm sorry, friend."

"Your sacrifice seems inevitable for the great cause of the Disaster Relief Movement."

"Now I'll see you off."

Having said that, the snow-white gloves reached into the abyss of bloodshed and sin.

Human life is so fragile.

It only requires a little force.

It will slip through your fingers.

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No one can understand how desperate the trendy kid was during those few minutes.

The zombie he possessed was exorcised by Wu Wang using talismans and a miniature wooden sword.

Its consciousness was as if it had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil and fried.

The pain and suffering are one thing.

At least he still held onto a sliver of hope.

That is after the possessing zombie has completely turned into pus.

One's own consciousness should also return to the original body.

Even if their mental and physical consciousness has been severely damaged.

At least they're still alive, aren't they?
Brother Fang is very skilled at repairing mental energy; he must have a way to save himself.

However, it is counterproductive.

After that agonizing period of time.

The trendy kid was so badly injured that his consciousness was almost completely lost and drifting out of the dream world.

Just when he thought he was about to return to his original form.

The blurry red tentacles appeared out of thin air.

In his panic.

It tightly bound his consciousness's ankles.

And it's like stuffing filth into a garbage can.

He violently forced his consciousness into the body of another normal zombie.

When the trendy young man realized what was happening...

He then saw that chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) guy shouting about bonds and family rushing towards the zombie.

It's the same familiar recipe, the same familiar taste.

A complete set of talismans, wooden swords, and other items.

His consciousness began to be tormented again as the zombies were exorcised and thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil.

Once, twice, three times...

Whenever the trendy young man thinks he's free.

The eerie red tentacles would then stuff him into a new zombie body to be exorcised.

He looked behind him in despair.

They discovered that a continuous stream of zombies was surging up.

These are the containers through which he will suffer.

"How much of this is left?!"

The trendy kid's desperate wail.

Unexpectedly, his screams were answered.

The delusional teenager who had tormented him suddenly turned around.

He grinned, his smile as devilish as he said:

"Yes, brother. Yes."

"There are seventy more zombies like this."

These words terrified the trendy young man even more.

Even the pain of being exorcised seemed to be briefly forgotten by fear.

He asked, trembling, "You...you can see me?"

Wu Wang naturally sensed the other party's presence under the influence of Yuan Shen's [Vision of Truth].

Otherwise, there would be no way to accurately exorcise the possessed zombie every time.

Hey, he did it on purpose! He was just messing around!
The next second, another voice came from behind the chuunibyou boy.

The voice, though melodious like a silver bell, was terrifyingly cold—

“Not only my brother, but I can also see your ugly face.”

"Are you the one who gives me nightmares?"

Then, a flawless face came close to the trendy young man.

To be honest, even if he had countless women in real life and in the game, he was still a womanizer.

I have never seen such a perfect face.

It's as if every curve was sculpted by the gods themselves.

He couldn't come up with any specific adjectives for it.

Neither "pure" nor "alluring," neither "beautiful" nor "tender" are suitable to describe the other person.

Only the word "perfect" can capture the breathtaking beauty of this moment.

He even had the absurd idea that it was something to be admired from afar but not to be touched.

However, it doesn't matter how perfect the other person's face is.

Her words were terrifying.

Why! Why can the person I'm in my dream see me?!
Little did they know that Wu Xiaoyou's [Yin Body] might be at a loss when faced with a physical zombie.

But when faced with a purely spiritual entity.

This can be described as a targeted approach.

After all, she's a woman who can catch ghosts with her bare hands.

In addition to being able to see spirits, they can also have physical contact with them.

So, when that seemingly delicate fist, which was actually powerful enough to pierce through a cement wall, slammed into the trendy young man...

His soul consciousness felt pain again.

At this moment, the siblings were like demons in hell, responsible for torturing sinners.

He grinned maliciously, manipulating the trendy kid's mind at will.

Just a few minutes.

The trendy young man began to feel like he was living a life worse than death.

Fortunately, at this moment, the dream began to collapse.

Everything around me gradually turned into nothingness.

He immediately realized that Fang Ge was turning off the "Yellow Millet Pillow".

And just when he thought he could finally escape this nightmare.

Those damned red tentacles wrapped around him again.

And Wu Wang's villainous, seemingly cackling laughter echoed in this void—

"I haven't slept in five years and I've been having dreams."

"If you finally managed to get some sleep, don't wake up so quickly!"

Come and play in my dreams!

With Wu Wang's terrifyingly powerful mental strength.

His ability to control his subconscious and dreams is unimaginable to anyone.

Moreover, this nightmare isn't caused by the "Yellow Millet Pillow."

Rather, it was simply that Wu Wang was dreaming.

Here, he is the true master!
The trendy kid was forcibly dragged into Wu Wang's dream by the God of Abyss!
He really can't escape now.

Wu Xiaoyou's nightmare is over.

His nightmare had only just begun.

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"Brother! Run!"

Wu Xiaoyou sat up in bed, covered in a cold sweat.

She lunged at Wu Wang the moment the dream collapsed.

He tried to shield the other person with his body.

She woke up shortly afterward.

Looking at the bedroom with the lights on, I breathed a sigh of relief.

She immediately turned and rushed to Wu Wang's bedroom. She had so many questions she wanted to ask him.

Especially that strange, blurry, and even inexplicably familiar red tentacle.

Wu Xiaoyou could see that the red tentacles were bursting out from Wu Wang's body.

She wanted to know what it was.

And what exactly is the current situation of Wu Wang?

Click——

Push open the room door.

They saw Wu Wang lying on the bed, fast asleep with his butt sticking out.

Her lips twitched.

After sighing, he pulled the blanket over the other person.

Then I just sat on the edge of the bed and waited silently.

Now that I'm awake...

I suppose my younger brother will wake up soon.

Sure enough, about five minutes later.

Wu Wang slowly opened his eyes.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Because he was tormenting the trendy young man.

In the dream, use the performance effect of [The God of Drama] combined with the theft of [Flying Dragon Cloud-Piercing Hand].

I managed to steal some interesting information from his memory.

Unfortunately, he hadn't even had a chance to continue the interrogation.

The other person's consciousness dissipated.

And it seemed to sense something before it dissipated.

The kid was still cursing a guy called "Brother Fang" with resentment.

The viciousness of his words even made him shudder.

Given the sudden collapse of the previous dream.

Wu Wang reasonably suspected that the so-called "Brother Fang" was actually this person's companion.

He stopped the tools that created the dream and also killed the original soul he had captured.

This is what caused the other person's consciousness to completely dissipate.

"That's ruthless! They'd even turn on their own comrades to cut off a lead!"

This also made Wu Wang realize that the [Disaster Cult Members] he encountered on this trip were far more difficult to deal with than those he had encountered before.

Of course, there is still one problem to deal with now—

"Second sister, I was wrong!"

"Don't hit me in the face! This older sister's behavior is unacceptable!"

The next second after I opened my eyes.

Wu Wang crawled out of bed and slid to his knees at lightning speed.

His quick apology was so swift that Wu Xiaoyou didn't even have time to reprimand him.

A man can bend and stretch!
He knew that this time he could no longer hide the existence of the players and the Spirit Disaster game from his second sister.

Although I had planned to inform the other party after the next instance.

But they kept it a secret from their second sister for so long.

Apologize before you confess! To avoid getting beaten up!

Even after that plane crash, my second sister never really scolded me.

But who knows if she actually learned the art of slapping someone in the face from her older sister?

I remember the times my older sister used to beat me.

Wu Wang had already begun to feel a phantom pain in his cheek.

As he felt his second sister slowly raise her hand, his heart leaped into his throat.

I also relaxed a bit.

After my second sister vents her anger, she should calm down.

flutter--

Unexpectedly, the next second he was pulled into the other person's arms.

His second sister stroked his head and said softly, "Little brother, you don't need to apologize to me."

"My older sister also keeps many things from you, and I believe you won't tell me those things."

"The reasons are probably the same as mine, all for the other person's safety."

"It's okay, let's play another game of Truth or Dare."

"This time, let's start with the truth, sister."

truth or Dare.

This was our favorite game when we were kids.

If Wu loses, he must truthfully confess what he plans to do next, what he intends to commit, and what despicable acts he will commit.

Give your second sister a heads-up or stop him.

If Wu Xiaoyou loses, she has to take Wu Wang out to play.

Then fast forward to the scene where he was rescued from the police station after he died.

But there is no winner or loser tonight.

They would all reveal secrets they had kept hidden for a long time.

"Actually, my older sister is an assassin..."

As Wu Xiaoyou slowly explained.

She revealed her work and even every bad person she had killed.

He even summoned the little devils he kept to greet Wu Wang.

After listening to my second sister's story.

Wu Wang finally understood why his second sister always went out to work at night.

And the wealth she has accumulated is, in a sense, quite substantial.

However, most of them are currently planning to have Wu Wang treated for mental illness.

Of course, there's no need to see a doctor now.

When it was Wu Wang's turn to tell the truth.

His first words left Wu Xiaoyou completely dumbfounded—

"Second sister, I killed a god for you."

"Although it's a false god, and you don't even remember it."

"It all started that night when a strange old man came into my shop..."

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink.

Although Wu Wang has not been a player of the Spirit Disaster for that long.

However, the dungeons he experienced were beyond the imagination of most players.

Whether it's the existence of the Abyss God or the maneuvering with the Venerable One.

in a sense.

It only took a little over a month.

Wu Wang's alternate account, "Yan Shuangying," has become a semi-legend among players of the Spirit Disaster faction.

His story is far more convoluted and bizarre than Wu Xiaoyou's.

The second sister didn't show any impatience.

I just listened silently.

Occasionally, a look of surprise would appear on his face.

Until dawn.

From this moment on, the siblings truly had no secrets from each other.

Especially after learning that the plane crash was not an accident.

Wu Xiaoyou also clenched her fists, revealing a vengeful look in her eyes.

During this process, Wu Wang also took the opportunity to test his second sister's abilities.

To be honest, it's incredible.

In some ways, her genius was in no way inferior to his own.

Because without ever entering the instance and becoming a player of the Calamity.

In terms of physical attributes alone, the second sister is almost equivalent to a 25-year-old player with balanced stat allocation.

The ability to see spirits and touch ghosts with one's own body is something even normal players cannot do.

Even so, her abilities continued to grow stronger over time.

In this case.

Wu Wang could only reasonably speculate that it was related to her being a [Fragment of the Past].

I got a clue from [Heart of Fire] before.

[The old days] were mostly beings of higher dimensions.

Just like the Venerable Ones and the Divine Messengers.

It is only natural that their fragments possess such great power.

Wu Wang even suspected that his second sister might not be in reality, but in a corresponding instance world.

Her rate of growth will far exceed her own imagination.

It might even become a nightmare-level dungeon boss.

Of course, this also has a major drawback.

That would be the case if the aura of the [Fragments of the Past] were sensed in the dungeon world.

The level of danger is far greater than it actually is.

After all, being in a dungeon world means you might be targeted by the Venerable Ones and the Divine Messengers.

They are currently unable to invade reality.

But influencing the instance world is much easier.

Therefore, the second sister will absolutely not, and cannot, enter the instance world.

No wonder the fortune teller said she would be a perfect protector.

You could say that Wu Xiaoyou is now...

Compared to players of the Calamity faction, they simply lack a wider variety of items and equipment.

And these things, I can provide myself.

Wu Wang allows Second Sister to become an unconventional Spirit Disaster player in reality without having to enter dungeons!
After the siblings finished sharing their secrets...

It also follows the memories that Wu Wang stole from the consciousness of the trendy kid.

Inside the toilet tank of a restroom in the Sanchun Hotel.

A rare fragment of celadon porcelain was found.

This is precisely the medium through which the "Yellow Millet Pillow" influences ordinary people.

Of course, the piece that has been found now has completely lost its luster.

Presumably, it was Brother Fang who wanted to cut off the trail to prevent being tracked down.

All the currently scattered fragments have been rendered useless.

This means that he will be unable to use, or dare not use, the "Yellow Millet Pillow" for a short period of time.

Wu Wang carefully put the fragments into a waterproof bag.

Just like when the police are investigating a crime scene and gathering clues.

He has a great use for this!

Now that we know the [Disaster Cult] is planning something in the capital.

Whether it's for the sake of the subsequent public beta, or to prevent their plans from harming Second Sister.

I need to contact the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs as soon as possible.

Perhaps this is also a good opportunity to learn about Tarot Club.

This will make it easier to capture the "Disaster Cult member" who knows about the Pluto Research Institute!
"Brother, that's the end of the truth-or-dare."

Wu Xiaoyou changed into dark clothes in her room and put on inconspicuous makeup to cover her face.

She was going to the post office's liaison station in the capital.

Cancel the tasks you previously accepted.

This time, Wu Wang will go along.

Because his younger brother is no longer the reckless child who needs protection that he once knew.

He is very powerful.

It's strong enough to protect itself.

Snapped--

Wu Wang snapped his fingers.

In front of his second sister, he instantly transformed into a handsome and dashing figure.

Even the clothes he was wearing had become black trench coats that were fluttering in the wind.

The effects of the [Clown Outfit] and [Heilan Home Brooch] amazed Wu Xiaoyou.

She became even more curious about the player community.

"Okay, it's time for a dare!"

Wu Wang's smile grew even brighter.

He had never felt so relaxed.

After confessing, I felt no burden on my heart.

Tonight's adventure is going to be more fun than ever!

He pushed open the hotel door with a dashing air and stepped out.

Under Wu Xiaoyou's strange gaze.

Wu Wang's height is getting shorter and shorter.

Of course, it wasn't because he squatted down or something supernatural happened.

It was just like stepping on a banana peel and suddenly falling face-first into the mud.

His face was smashed into a puddle.

boom--

"Damn it! My handsome face!"

"Clown suit! I hate you!"

(End of this chapter)