Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 318 I Will Always Be Watching You

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The sound of the dark red wooden door opening was extremely jarring.

The hinges looked like they hadn't been oiled in a long time, so much so that Wu Wang felt some resistance when he pushed the door open.

It's not just its appearance that's decaying.

The creaking sound it made seemed to gradually drift from the distant past into the present.

It was so dark behind the door that even the light shining into the hall couldn't penetrate.

However, Wu Wang, who pushed open the door, took a step forward without any fear.

At the same time, Wu Xiaoyou, who was sitting on the sofa playing with the little devil, suddenly jumped up.

He strode over to Wu Wang's side.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The siblings disappeared behind the door in an instant.

Xiao Xiao still had a look of disbelief on her face.

But I could feel the temperature around me gradually dropping.

She couldn't help but take her hand out from behind her back.

It was a scarecrow doll.

It was also the tool she intended to give to Wu Wang to eliminate the side effects.

"Sigh... I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany you."

"Well, my life is in this big shot's hands, after all."

Xiao Xiao sighed helplessly.

She knew very well that Wu Wang might die behind this door.

Even the curse of his own "Childhood Lock" could not be lifted.

It seems there's only one option left.

Put the scarecrow doll back into your backpack.

She followed closely behind and entered the dark red wooden door that exuded an ominous aura.

Just as Xiaoxiao's figure disappeared into the living room.

The grand and imposing gate of the luxurious villa creaked under its strain.

Subsequently, the exquisite wood lacquer and European-style carvings gradually peeled off like dried tree bark.

It revealed the ominous, dark red wooden door underneath, which resembled the second floor.

The surrounding glass windows shattered simultaneously.

They turned into sheets of faded, yellowish window paper, like old photographs, and were applied to the window frames.

It's as if the entire villa is enclosed inside a traditional Chinese house.

Yes, just as Wu Wang said.

This area has been sealed off.

Even if you leave through any exit of the villa.

Ultimately, they will all enter the old house behind the wooden door.

No one can escape.

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Entering through the opening, it was initially narrow, barely allowing one person to pass. After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

This was Wu Wang's first impression of the dark red wooden door.

They appeared to be walking down a narrow corridor.

There was only a faint light not far ahead.

After Xiaoxiao caught up with him.

Wu Wang took a step toward the light.

suddenly see the light!
boom--

Before I could even get a good look at my surroundings, someone bumped into me.

Given Wu Wang's current physical condition, it is clear that an ordinary person would not be able to knock him down.

So, the other person staggered a few steps and sat down on the ground.

"Oh dear... I'm so sorry, my young master has had a bit too much to drink today. Please forgive him for offending this distinguished guest."

Before Wu Wang could speak.

A skinny young man immediately came up to him, bowing and scraping, and began to apologize.

His simple, coarse linen clothes made it immediately clear to Wu Wang that this was not a modern outfit.

Then look more closely at the person who fell down after bumping into me.

Dressed in fine silks and satins, she was quite ostentatious, and the jade pendant at her waist was also of considerable value.

His face was flushed and he reeked of alcohol, muttering, "I'm not... drunk! Bring... two more jugs!"

This must be a young master of noble status.

That skinny boy was his servant.

Seeing that frail body, she bent down and struggled to help her young master up.

Wu Wang immediately stepped forward to lend a hand.

Of course, he didn't mean any harm.

I just have some questions I want to ask this servant.

"Have your son lean against the wall and rest for a while. I have something I want to ask you."

Wu Wang's strength is far beyond what that skinny kid can compare to.

He forcibly supported the young master who was completely drunk.

Even the skinny kid couldn't do anything about it.

He could only force a smile and continue apologizing: "I know it was my young master who upset you."

"Please be magnanimous and take your anger out on me. Don't make things difficult for my young master, okay?"

He thought Wu Wang was angry about being hit earlier.

However, Wu Xiaoyou stepped forward with a cold face and asked on behalf of Wu Wang:

"We won't make things difficult for him, we just want to ask you where this is and what's all this commotion about?"

Xiao Xiao had just finished looking around at her surroundings.

It seemed to be in the courtyard of an old house, with quite a few people coming and going nearby.

It was as if a banquet was being prepared, with toasts and laughter filling the air.

Some people strolled leisurely, admiring the moon and flowers, accompanied by women of excellent figure and appearance.

The strangest thing is that—

Their clothing and appearance were all different.

Like the young master in Wu Wang's hands, he was dressed in silk and satin with his hair in a bun, clearly not an ancient person from this era.

There are also well-dressed, refined urban elites.

Then, in a flash, there were: migrant workers wearing white t-shirts, towels, and straw hats, looking like they had just returned from the fields; programmers in plaid shirts and black-rimmed glasses, holding laptops and frowning and sighing; generals and soldiers in armor and holding swords, looking like they had just come from the battlefield; and a group of women in various styles of clothing, like they were putting on a historical fashion show, playing and frolicking.

People from all different eras mingled together.

They even chatted and laughed with each other.

This bizarre scene left the three of them somewhat baffled.

However, upon hearing Wu Xiaoyou's question...

The skinny boy was taken aback at first.

His expression then became somewhat strange.

It seemed to be a faint sense of fear.

And then he tentatively asked, "Is this your first time here? Do you remember what happened before you came to this mansion... oh no, do you remember what happened before you came here?"

His answer was somewhat irrelevant.

Where can I find questions to answer questions?

Just as Xiaoxiao nodded, about to say of course she remembered...

Wu Wang interrupted, "My memory is hazy. What? You still recognize us?"

Hear what he said.

The skinny boy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

A smile immediately returned to his face.

He leaned a little closer and said, "The owner of this mansion holds a banquet every year."

“Gather all the ghosts who have unfortunately died nearby and have a three-day celebration. Here you can be free from restraint and do not have to worry about becoming weak due to lack of yang energy.”

"The mansion will disappear in three days, and then everyone can return to their original places of residence."

"I suppose the three of you have only recently died?"

"It's okay. If you can't remember how you died, then don't think about it."

"Once you truly remember the cause of your death, then perhaps..."

Boom——

Before he could finish his words.

In front of a large flower bed in the center of the courtyard of the old house.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted.

All three of them showed wary expressions.

Look towards the direction of the flower bed.

They discovered that the fence that originally surrounded the flower bed was made of granite.

Much of it has already collapsed.

In the middle, there was a man emitting eerie black smoke, with several bloody holes in his chest and a large part of the back of his head caved in, who was covering his head and roaring.

His face already had some scars that made him look ferocious, and he looked like someone who had been involved in the underworld in his earlier years.

In the face of such changes today.

That was enough to terrify anyone who saw him.

Not only that, the man covered his head and roared.

The eyeballs began to gradually detach from their sockets, and the gaping hole in the chest widened further, gushing out copious amounts of blood. In an instant, all the originally colorful flowers were stained a deep crimson.

The stench of blood filled the air, making people uncomfortable.

"He was shot four times in the chest and fell to the ground dead. The assailant seemed to still be not satisfied after killing him, and used some kind of blunt object similar to a shovel to strike the back of the head several times, causing a dent and the eyeball to fall out."

Wu Wang immediately analyzed the man's changing horrific state and deduced the cause of his death.

That's right! It was during his lifetime!
Actually, long before the skinny boy even opened his mouth to explain.

He and Wu Xiaoyou noticed it—

There wasn't a single living person in this mansion!
They are all spirits and ghosts who died but still retain consciousness due to some kind of strong resentment!
After all, one of these siblings is a [Fragment of the Past].

When a God of the Abyss is activated, it also possesses the [Godhood Mask] effect, which allows one to see through the underworld.

Only Xiaoxiao pitifully pondered the situation around her alone.

That dark red wooden door is the reason why the area around the villa is filled with weak ghosts!

It is a passage connecting the real world and the underworld!

Wu Wang and the other two went inside.

That's equivalent to entering the underworld.

This is a place like the underworld described in "Anecdotes of the Peking Opera".

This situation has now erupted.

Wu Wang also wanted to see how the owner of the mansion would handle the situation.

Unexpectedly, the skinny boy next to him suddenly pulled his arm.

He quickly stood in front of the three of them and shouted in as low a voice as possible, "Don't look! Don't look!"

"If you don't want to die... and don't want to end up looking like that ghost, then don't look over there! Turn your head away!"

Perhaps it was because they remembered that this place was full of dead people.

The skinny boy quickly changed his tune and tried to dissuade him.

As he said this.

Wu Wang also noticed that none of the ghosts around him were making any strange moves.

They continued their revelry and enjoyment of flowers and the moon as if nothing had happened.

Even a certain urban beauty who was standing just a step away from the man next to the flower bed.

He squatted down in front of the flower bed and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers.

Even if the flowers in front of her were actually completely stained red with blood, she probably couldn't smell anything except the stench of blood.

She remained unmoved.

dong dong——

dong dong——

The man staggered toward the direction of the urban beauty.

The entire ghost exuded an ominous black mist and a strange aura.

Even though they were far apart, Wu Wang felt goosebumps rise on his skin.

He arrived in front of the other person in just a few steps.

At this point, the man's appearance was almost unrecognizable as human.

It's more like a twisted, fleshy monster.

It opened its blood-red maw and slowly put half of the urban beauty's head into its mouth.

But it hesitated to bite down, as if it were toying with the other.

This reminded Wu Wang of a performance he had seen at the zoo before, where the zookeeper would stick his head into the mouth of a crocodile.

In this process.

Wu Wang also keenly noticed that the urban beauty's hands, which were holding flowers, were trembling slightly.

The smile on her face, which was supposed to be enjoying the fragrance of flowers, was unusually stiff.

Sure enough, all the ghosts at the banquet could actually see the strange change that had just occurred.

They were just pretending nothing had happened.

Even though the mutated ghost was about to devour him.

This still did not shake their determination to ignore the other party.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if only this level of acting skills and dedication were given to those young heartthrobs in real-life movies and TV dramas," Wu Xiaoyou couldn't help but complain.

Her words terrified the skinny boy, turning his face pale.

He looked at Wu Wang with an almost pleading gaze.

He knelt down on the ground with a thud.

His lips trembled as he said, "Sir! Distinguished guest! Father!"

"Please, I beg you! Don't look that way! And tell your companions not to look either!"

"If the young master dies here, even if I manage to return in three days, I will surely be tortured to the point of my soul being torn apart by the master!"

"Please, spare me! I beg you!"

Seeing how worried and scared this guy is.

Wu Wang patted the drunken young master he was carrying.

He crouched down and asked the skinny boy with a smile:
"Then tell me more specifically, why can't you look at it? And why shouldn't you think about the cause of your death?"

After all, the other party was interrupted before they could finish speaking.

Seeing Wu Wang finally brought his gaze back.

The skinny boy quickly explained, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"The dead forget the true cause of their death, even those of us with deep resentment or obsession. We can only remember what our resentment and obsession were."

"For example, I only remember that I had to protect the young master, and I don't know how I died with the young master's whole family."

"Once we remember the real cause of our death."

"It will turn into the same state as that man just now, completely becoming a vengeful ghost that only knows how to follow its instincts to devour its own kind or absorb yang energy."

No wonder this guy thought Wu Wang and the others were newcomers who had just died.

They then began to persuade them not to recall past memories.

So they were worried that Wu Wang and the others would turn into monsters on the spot.

He then added with lingering fear, "That's why I didn't let you all go see him."

"It's also because once it becomes a vengeful ghost, it will only attack ghosts that can sense its presence."

"If you treat it as if it doesn't exist, then it truly doesn't exist!"

After saying that, Wu Wang noticed it out of the corner of his eye.

The male ghost put half of the urban beauty's head into his mouth for a moment.

He did not react at all upon seeing the female ghost.

It slowly raised its head and let the other party go.

As he left, the blood gushing from his chest stained the top of the female ghost's head red.

She still stood up with a slight tremor.

He forced a smile.

Even though blood was flowing down his head and reaching his mouth.

She still ignored the sticky texture and rotten blood smell that flowed into her mouth.

He chatted with the person next to him, sharing the exquisite techniques the mansion used to cultivate various exotic flowers.

"Just ignore it! Pretend you don't know it exists!"

"I won't see, I won't hear, I won't speak!"

Having said that, the skinny boy looked like a monkey.

First, she covered her eyes with her hands and closed them, then moved them to her ears, and finally covered her mouth.

A moment later, he opened his eyes a crack.

They pleaded, "I've said everything I should and shouldn't have said, sir, please be magnanimous and let us go!"

After learning the details.

Wu Wang tossed the drunken young master into the other party's hands as if he were throwing away trash.

I carefully considered what the other person said.

"Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, do not speak what is improper..." Wu Wang muttered to himself.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the vengeful ghost man by the flowerbed searching for his next target to intimidate.

His gaze grew increasingly resolute.

Xiao Xiao, who was standing next to him, thought that Wu Wang was planning to temporarily avoid the limelight.

She was ready to follow Wu Wang to other places to explore this area.

Unexpectedly, this guy stood up.

She stood with one hand on her hip, staring intently at the vengeful ghost.

With the other hand, extend the index and middle fingers and make a poking motion towards your eyes.

He shouted, "Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

“Look in my eyes!”

hum-

In an instant, all the ghosts at the banquet focused their attention on Wu Wang.

Including that vengeful ghost man.

Perhaps they realized that doing so would make them a target as well.

The other ghosts merely glanced at Wu Wang in terror before quickly averting their gaze.

They even unconsciously took a few steps further away.

A vacuum zone immediately formed around Wu Wang, consisting only of the three of them.

The ghostly man approached with curiosity, as if he had discovered a new toy, his empty eye sockets revealing a murderous aura and almost tangible malice.

Wu Wang neither dodged nor flinched, his gaze remaining solemn as he stared back.

He remained completely still in the same spot.

Should I avoid him?
My sword has never been ineffective!

(End of this chapter)