Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 420 I run, you chase, if you catch me you can hehehehe

Everyone's attention was drawn to Shangguan He's roar.

The islanders, in particular, wore expressions of disbelief.

They had never seen Dr. Shangguan walk around outside; all of his daily needs, including food, clothing, and shelter, were usually met within the clinic.

A group of islanders stood before the raging flames.

He even waved excitedly to Shangguan He.

"Dr. Shangguan! It's been a long time!"

"Are you here to see the fireworks show too? It looks like a surprise the newlyweds prepared for us!"

"..."

From initial confusion to a tension that lasted only a moment.

Finally, here comes this feeling of joy.

The islanders did not take long.

After all, even those who knew the dangers of fire quickly realized this after Wu Wang set the fire—

The flames of Happiness Island.

It won't hurt them.

Yes, even if the house is on fire.

But none of the islanders sleeping there let out any cries or screams.

Even those who did wake up were few and far between.

And the only reason I woke up was because the crackling sound of the fire was too loud.

Not to mention the people watching outside.

As for high-temperature roasting?

It was just a tiny bit of warmth, enough to neutralize the chill from the air conditioning and the sea breeze.

Even worse, some people leaned out of the charred windows, rubbing their eyes in the flames and asking the people downstairs if there was some kind of late-night party.

"See that, Dr. Shangguan? These are the patients you call cured." Wu Wang's voice was slightly sarcastic. "They don't even have the most basic reverence for death and pain. Isn't that a kind of mental illness?"

Then his tone immediately turned cold as he said, "But don't worry, I will cure them and make them remember."

boom--

Having said that, Wu Wangchao suddenly took a step forward.

The rising ashes vaguely resembled the shape of thorns amidst the raging fire before them.

The patterns on the blood-stained coat became even more dazzling, and in a daze, they even began to flow.

They climbed up the fabric to Wu Wang's shoulders, then wrapped around his waist, and after a moment they moved down to his legs.

Finally, it landed on the ground from the soles of its feet.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-red patterns, like centipedes, spread wildly across the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A giant spider web began to be woven with Wu's demise as the center.

It swiftly swept over the nearest islanders, forming a beautiful thorn flower at each person's feet.

They were amazed and wanted to crouch down to touch the blood-red lines and patterns they formed, like unwrapping a bow from a Christmas present.

Shangguan He's furious roar came from his figure as he sprinted towards them—

"Stay away from him! He is a demon who brings calamity and suffering! Don't touch anything of his!"

Perhaps it was because of the distance, or perhaps it was because of the loud crackling sounds of burning in the surroundings.

His voice came through somewhat muffled.

Before everyone could react.

The feet of all the islanders standing outside were covered with blood-red patterns.

Although no other abnormalities have appeared on them yet, Shangguan He knows that these patterns are definitely not a good thing.

"Stop what you're doing!" A large scalpel appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Then he raised a sharp weapon and hurled it in this direction; the sky filled with silver-white scalpels, resembling a sky full of stars.

Each strike landed precisely at the point where the patterns connected beneath the islander's feet, seemingly aiming to sever them.

However, they were faced with this barrage of attacks.

Wu Wang, however, spread his arms, closed his eyes, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

The next second, just as countless scalpels were about to sever those lines, a thorny flower bloomed at the point of impact.

The moment the sharp weapon pierced the flower bud.

Suddenly, bursts of blood erupted from Wu Wang's body, as if he were undergoing some kind of slow, agonizing torture. Large amounts of blood gushed from his body, making him look like a water-filled balloon that had been punctured.

The scene looked chilling.

Because there was no pain or struggle on his face, but rather an extreme madness.

A hoarse voice, like rusty steel pipes rubbing against each other, slowly came from his mouth—

"Damage transfer, suffering shared..."

"Friends, enjoy it! Enjoy the blessings that Dr. Shangguan bestows upon you, like the first cry of a newborn baby. Let me hear your new life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan He seemed to realize what he was about to do.

But it wasn't possible to stop it yet.

The first islander fell down.

There were clearly no wounds on his body, not even a trace of blood.

But he collapsed without any warning.

His eyes were bloodshot and menacing, his mouth was wide open as if he could swallow an egg, and he was inhaling more air than he was exhaling.

After this bizarre stalemate lasted for a few seconds, a heart-wrenching scream burst from its mouth—

"Ah...ah! Ahhhhhh!"

Under that excruciating pain, he couldn't even utter a single word, only groaning and screaming meaninglessly, collapsing to the ground convulsing like an epileptic seizure.

Pain, indescribable pain, unparalleled pain, a pain both familiar and strange.

Then came the second, the third...

One by one, the islanders who had been touched by the blood-red patterns fell on the streets, and a pain they had never experienced before suddenly resurfaced in the depths of their souls.

Erbadao and Baijun were utterly horrified when they witnessed this scene.

The two of them were victims who had experienced Wu Wang's bizarre ability to share his suffering.

Actually, I've been thinking about a very crucial question for a while now—

As the source of sharing suffering, Wu Wang was essentially experiencing it firsthand.

From burning amusement parks to freezing cold in cold storage, and now to the madness of cutting every inch of skin in a thousand cuts.

Even if this ability has some state that can reduce or eliminate pain.

They also find it hard to imagine that this is something a human being could persevere through sheer willpower.

Yan Shuangying... is more than just a madman!
He's a fucking pervert!

As for Shangguan He, he was so angry that his face turned red. Looking at the patients who had recovered under his care for many years, that painful expression reappeared on his face.

His heart is bleeding!
brush--

His figure, shrouded in ashes from beneath his white coat, appeared instantly before the nearest islander.

Shangguan He did not hesitate at all.

They threw out a new scalpel and inserted it into his forehead, making it look like they had blown his head off.

However, no wounds were exposed.

He was only cutting into the other person's soul.

click-

As the sound of cutting echoed from the depths, the islanders' wailing and howling gradually subsided, and a calm and peaceful expression appeared on their faces.

His perception of the outside world was cut off.

"Swallow! Double! Win!"

Shangguan He shouted through gritted teeth.

In the past, his attempts to "trimmed" the souls of the islanders were merely to make them forget certain bad memories, like removing rotten flesh—just a form of treatment.

But now, under Yu Yan's pressure, she is in a difficult situation.

Forcibly cutting off the islanders' senses from the outside world is not just about addressing suffering.

Instead, the target was transformed into an empty shell devoid of the five senses.

Essentially, this is a form of harm.

Only in this way can the suffering islanders be calmed down in the shortest possible time.

All I can do is defeat Yan Shuangying and then turn around to heal their soul wounds. But no matter what...

I still hurt them, and did something that a doctor shouldn't do! I went against the principles of a healer!

It's all that bastard's fault for spreading suffering! Yan Shuangying!

Watching as the other side rapidly transformed the fallen islanders into peaceful shells.

Wu Wang threw his head back and laughed loudly:
"Shangguan He, as a doctor, you should know about a condition called analgesia, right? It's a rare genetic disease."

"Patients are born unable to feel pain. They may seem 'free from suffering,' but in reality, this condition is extremely dangerous."

"Because pain is a warning signal from the body, patients with painlessness will not be able to detect injuries such as cuts, fractures, and burns, which will eventually lead to the wound worsening or infection. Even diseases that are warned by pain, such as appendicitis and myocardial infarction, will delay medical treatment and endanger their lives if they cannot perceive them."

"The absence of pain reveals the biological significance of pain—it is a defense mechanism essential for survival."

"And you, heartlessly, took it away! Isn't this tantamount to forcibly denying the meaning of someone else's existence with a dictatorial attitude?"

"You, with your kind of heart, dare to call yourself a benevolent doctor?"

Every word he said struck Shangguan He's heart like a heavy hammer.

This made the young and excellent doctor's face look somewhat ferocious.

He cursed viciously, "Shut up! You devil have no right to judge me! Once I win the bet, I'll definitely... I'll definitely..."

He was so angry that he became somewhat incoherent.

Wu Wang, however, continued to add fuel to the fire, saying, "What are you going to do to me? Tear me to pieces or send me to the eighteenth level of hell for eternity?"

"Aren't these the actions of executioners?"

"So you're finally thinking of changing jobs?"

brush--

The only response Wu Wang received was a scalpel that swiftly grazed his cheek and plunged into the head of an islander standing beside him.

The other person slowly fell down and became peaceful.

Watching Shangguan He still sparing no effort in his own way to "save" these islanders.

Wu Wang smiled dismissively.

"Can you save him?"

"I have hostages everywhere!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the sea of ​​fire.

The blood-red thorns underfoot formed a road filled with suffering, spreading and encroaching upon the islanders who were still asleep.

Yes, a large number of islanders were also drowned in this inferno.

They are feeling warmth now.

But when Wu perished, he shared the true flames that consumed him.

Then the real disaster struck.

At this moment, Shangguan He, who was extremely busy, was as helpless as a sleeping husband in a movie, and could only watch as his partner walked into the sea of ​​fire as if self-destructing.

He couldn't even utter words of scolding or pleading.

Because Shangguan He knew—

That doesn't make sense.

Every step Yan Shuangying has taken up to this point is a firm demonstration to himself that his determination to destroy happiness is unwavering.

The two of them are now like rivals in a tug-of-war, and they will only stop when the other is exhausted and pulled to their side.

This is a gamble where whoever gives up first will lose everything.

"I will save them! I will save everyone and show you!" Shangguan He's voice became somewhat hoarse.

However, all I got in return was a mocking remark—

"Let's try it then. I'll run, you chase, and I'll catch you until I can have some fun with you..."

Then, Wu Wang's figure was completely engulfed by the raging fire that was still greedily devouring all the surrounding buildings.

A new wail came from the raging fire.

Shangguan He's hand, which had lost its senses, was already somewhat numb. His gloomy face caused the remaining islanders on the street to show peaceful expressions.

Finally, our gaze fell upon the only two people still standing here—

Two-skilled swords and white falcons.

To be honest, this was the first time they had met Shangguan He; they had only heard Wu Wang mention him before.

Only after witnessing it firsthand can one truly feel the eerie oppressive aura emanating from Shangguan He.

Standing in front of this person is like being naked; his gaze can see right through your body and into your soul.

Not to mention his powerful ability to manipulate souls at will.

To put it bluntly...

If Shangguan He lowered his moral standards even a little, this ability alone would have been enough for him to easily transform Happiness Island into his own kingdom.

All the islanders became his subjects.

Or rather, slaves.

However, under these circumstances, Shangguan He, who should have suppressed and even manipulated everyone on the island, including the players of the Spirit Disaster, was in a different position.

However, he kept getting humiliated by Yan Shuangying.

To be honest, that guy might really be a demon in some ways.

"Um... Good evening, have you eaten?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Erbadao couldn't help but ask a question.

But inside, I was already panicking terribly.

No, it's not Brother Yan'er! You've run off into the fire to be yourself, but what about us?

Have you forgotten that we and the White Falcon are watching the show from the sidelines?
Now that Dr. Shangguan can't catch you, will he try to pin this mess on us both?

Ignoring the idiot's nonsense, Shangguan He silently approached step by step. When he arrived, he heard someone say that it was these two who lured the islanders into the streets.

These two guys were accomplices too!
Watching Shangguan He slowly raise the scalpel.

While Erbadao was already thinking about how to escape, a strange paper airplane floated out of the sea of ​​fire.

It landed right in front of him.

The falcon caught it in one swift motion, opened it, and subconsciously read the words aloud—

"Oh, so you're getting angry and trying to drag innocent people into this? How do you know these two idiots weren't threatened or deceived by me?"

"Or, why don't you pry open their skulls and take a look? After all, you still have the scalpel in your hand, don't you?"

"A tyrannical doctor who acts as a dictator."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan He froze in place, his approaching footsteps hesitant to land.

A moment later, he turned and walked towards the sea of ​​fire.

Hmph! This demon's ultimate goal is to bewitch me and lead me astray from the righteous path of a healer, isn't it?
If everything goes as he pleases, he will not seek healing, but will arbitrarily cut his soul to get what he wants.

I'm sure I'll lose this bet!
After all, if one no longer upholds the benevolence of a doctor, then one is no longer qualified to stand on the side of happiness and heal patients.

I won't let you succeed!

I will save every patient!
Prove the correctness of 【至乐福泽】!

Based on their performance just now, Shangguan He was certain that these two were just ordinary newcomers and would not pose any threat to the happiness on the island.

Only Yan Shuangying possesses that ability to spread suffering.

Only by getting rid of this person can we solve all the problems!
These two were just testing the waters to provoke me.

Watching Shangguan He's figure disappear into the sea of ​​fire, a new round of redemption began.

Erbadao and Baijun still felt cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Of course, they felt scared afterwards.

If it weren't for Shangguan He, they might have really cut open their skulls and souls.

But underneath the paper airplane were two lines of small writing—

[After reading the above provocation, wait for Shangguan He to let you go and then come after me. You two carry the patients he has cut up to the ground to the Ome Clinic.]

There are still missions waiting for you there.

The second-rate swordsman said breathlessly:
“Brother Yan’er, he guessed it all… It was all part of his plan, including every single reaction of Shangguan He.”

"My goodness, is he a human or a ghost...?"

The white falcon, however, was looking towards the sea of ​​fire.

He suddenly felt that Yan Shuangying's actions might have other intentions, and that the other party did not simply want to torment the islanders and destroy their happiness.

Swallow wins...

What exactly is your plan?
(End of this chapter)