Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 440 Little Brother, I Want to Go Home
Wu Wang raised his doubts.

Qinglong was also stroking his chin, looking thoughtful.

There are actually quite a few collaborations among the Venerables. For example, in the town of Aiguyi, there were as many as three Venerables who worked together on experiments.

Who knows how many experimental sites like Aiguy Town exist in the vast world?

However, such cooperation cannot be built on two venerable figures who are on opposing sides.

The reason is simple—although the other Venerable Ones do not wish for the other to live well, even if the other lives well, it will not have any real impact on them.

But the emergence of the opposite is entirely different.

Because when two venerable ones who are on opposite sides reach the end, only one of them will survive.

Either you die or I die.

How could they possibly have a cooperative relationship under such circumstances?

The clues can be seen from the way the [War Lord], the offspring of [Chaos], treated the Tarot Guild leader in the dungeon.

The Ash Witch also told the Azure Dragon about this after she came out.

The next time she enters the dungeon, she'll have to have a real duel with the War Lord.

They are called opposites precisely because they are incompatible.

"Don't let anyone else know about our conversation today. I will have someone investigate why the offspring of [Twisted] and [Eternal] are living in peace."

"Of course, that's assuming the crying-faced monster is truly the offspring of the [Twisted]."

After Qinglong finished speaking, Wu Wang raised his hand.

This made him say somewhat helplessly, "This isn't a classroom, so you can say whatever you want."

Wu Wang chuckled.

He said, "You know what, I'm much more well-behaved now than I am in class."

"I just wanted to ask, didn't you initially think that the crying-faced monster was the offspring of the [Pain] God's messenger? Even though the [Twisted] aura around him is stronger now, there are still traces of the [Pain] God's messenger, right? So how much do you know about this God's messenger?"

"Um, do you have paper and pen? I have something I'd like to draw for you."

In response, Qinglong shook his head and said, "This is the space of consciousness. If you want to show me something, you just need to imagine it as much as possible. You don't need paper and pen."

Hearing this statement.

Wu Wang straightened his posture slightly.

He kept recreating in his mind the image of the yellow-robed man that the Lord of Suffering had shown him.

The next second, the stars around him rippled slightly.

Just as the silt in a murky pool has all sunk to the bottom, revealing the clear night, and a picture is gradually taking shape.

Seeing this, Qinglong raised an eyebrow and remained silent.

Although he said to just imagine it as much as possible, it is actually a kind of visualization of mental power.

This kid can immediately start presenting specific details as soon as he hears what I say.

He has a very strong will.

Moreover, his mental strength is so powerful that he shouldn't possess this level of mental power at this stage.

And it can be used with ease.

Is it because of the word "death"?
In Qinglong's memory, [Death]'s previous favorites were all in poor mental condition, almost always on the verge of collapse.

However, this time it seems that He and Wu Wang, who possesses immortality, have produced some strange chemical reaction.

This gave the kid a lot of powerful abilities that he shouldn't have had for no reason.

"Here he comes! This is the guy! Do you know any players like him?"

"The Lord of Pain told me that this messenger of the gods is a human."

The figure in the starry sky is dressed in a yellow robe and a faceless mask, with a compass pendant hanging on his chest.

Qinglong remained silent for a moment.

He then took a deep breath and asked, "Are you sure the Lord of Suffering told you he was the messenger of Suffering?"

As he nodded, a hint of doubt flashed in Wu Wang's eyes.

Judging from this, Qinglong should know the man in yellow, but why is his tone so strange?
The next second, Qinglong's words stunned him.

"The person depicted in your painting is the leader of the Disaster Cult, and also the one who held me back five years ago and prevented me from saving you."

"But the messenger of [suffering] in my memory is not him, but an angel who has a pretty good relationship with the cherubim."

Wu Wang: “?”

No, buddy, wait a minute!
There seems to be a lot of information here! I need to process it a bit...

Is the leader of the Disaster Cult the man in yellow?
But Qinglong said that he was not the messenger of the God of Suffering.

Did someone lie between the Lord of Suffering and the Azure Dragon?
After thinking for a moment, Wu Wang realized that this was not the case.

Neither of these beings had any reason to lie to themselves, as revealing this information wouldn't be a big problem for them.

In other words, there exists a kind of unknown information gap between this person and this revered one.

This is also the reason why the information on both sides does not match.

"The problem with the leader of the Disaster Cult lies with this person."

Seeing Wu Wang deep in thought, Qinglong interrupted, "You probably won't be able to deduce any more useful clues about him."

"Why?" Wu Wang asked, puzzled.

After sighing, Qinglong said, "Because this guy is very good at hiding himself."

"If he is determined to hide, even a Venerable One cannot catch him."

These words made Wu Wang shrug and temporarily stop thinking.

Since we've already come this far...

That proves that the leader of the Disaster Cult is even more valuable than the Crying Monster and all the other Venerable Ones' descendants.

At this stage, I am still being hunted and searched by the latter.

Let's take care of the immediate issues first, and then consider the problem of the cult leader.

Everything must be handled one step at a time; taking too big a step can easily lead to trouble.

"So, what are your plans, siblings and I, to continue exploring the dungeons? Why don't you come with me, Ruthless Immortal? Poetry Ash is quite skilled at nurturing the soul; I can have her help protect your soul's essence during your slumber," Azure Dragon said slowly as he stood up.

It seems he intends to leave this place, or rather, he intends to shut down his consciousness space.

After all, he wasn't in the real world to begin with.

He also realized that Wu Qing's soul was not only incomplete but also unstable, and he estimated that it would fall into a deep sleep in a few days.

Wu Qing glanced at his second sister and younger brother beside him.

He shook his head with a slight smile and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master."

"But no need, I want to be with my family."

Qinglong didn't say much in response to this choice.

He simply tossed something to her.

"This is a soul projector I made. If you wear it, you can project your own three-dimensional image into reality."

"Although I can't touch or influence real objects, at least I have no problem communicating with people."

Then he looked at where Wu had died.

He said, "On behalf of all humanity, I thank you for providing the map; this thing can save many people."

He also did not ask where the map came from, or why the original version was not provided.

Because that is Wu Wang's freedom, he will not restrict it.

They simply waited silently for the other party's response.

Wu Wang himself turned to Wu Xiaoyou and asked, "Second sister, what do you think? I mean, what are the plans for the future?"

Suddenly, the choice is in your own hands.

Wu Xiaoyou was taken aback at first.

He then slowly began to speak: "I... how should I put it, the capital city is indeed very good. Whether it's making friends with Xiaoxiao and Xiezhi, or having all my needs met to the greatest extent possible in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, or even in terms of safety, it's probably the safest place in China right now."

"But, little brother, I want to go home."

At this point, she looked at Wu Qing's soul.

With a somewhat complicated expression, he said, "I also want to take my older sister back to visit; she hasn't been back for five years."

Outside, a powerful figure watches over this world; inside, there is the pursuit of a strange, crying-faced man.

Without a doubt, staying in the capital is the safest decision.

But upon hearing his second sister's words, Wu Wang did not hesitate at all.

He grinned and replied, "Okay! Let's go home!"

Of course, this decision was not made by him or Wu Xiaoyou simply out of emotion.

This is a tacit understanding unique to the siblings. The threat from powerful external figures is not expected to arrive anytime soon.

The internal pursuit by the crying-faced monsters is also irrelevant because Qinglong is not in reality, so it doesn't really matter where he is in China.

Staying in the capital was safer for them, but for others it was a disaster.

If the crying-faced weirdo comes knocking again, the players of the Bureau of Strange Events will undoubtedly step forward to help Wu Wang.

However, based on the strength displayed by the other party.

Most players of the Spirit Disaster faction would find it difficult to resist the attacks of the Crying Face Monster. If this battle were to actually break out, the Bureau of Extraordinary Events would likely suffer heavy losses.

Moreover, if he causes too many casualties at headquarters, it could even negatively impact the prestige of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs and its ability to protect various regions.

At that time, the Disaster Cult, who is still hiding somewhere watching the battle, will surely do something sneaky.

Things will only get more chaotic and tilt in an unpredictable direction.

Therefore, it's better to let that happen.

Then it would be better to stay away from the capital.

This is a threat targeting their entire family. Both Wu Wang and Wu Xiaoyou want to deal with it personally, rather than drag more people down with them.

Qinglong nodded, respecting their decision.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, saying, "Then I wish you a safe journey, and please come to the capital to visit more often when you have time."

Snapped--

In an instant, the surrounding environment returned to the alley.

The boundless starry sky, along with Wu Wang's standard-issue sword, vanished as if it had never existed.

Only a sword mark on the ground proved that it had been there.

The soul of the eldest sister, Wu Qing, also returned to the interior of [Xiaochuan].

Then Wu Wang and Wu Xiaoyou, siblings, exchanged a glance.

A burst of hearty laughter erupted spontaneously, echoing through the area, which was in a terrible state due to the previous battle, interspersed with the sharp sirens of approaching police cars.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

This trip to the capital was a significant and quite satisfying adventure for the two of them.

Now it's time for those who have been away to return home.

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According to research by major organizations around the world, dungeons have appeared on both land and sea, but not in the sky, a place where there is no foothold.

Therefore, airplanes have become the safest mode of transportation around the world.

Otherwise, what if the dungeon passage happens to be located on a high-speed rail track?

That would be like a high-speed train passing by, and several passengers on board would be inexplicably dragged into a dungeon.

Wu Wang and his group took the earliest flight back to Mingyang City the next day.

They returned to the place they knew best.

"By the way, I wonder how Xiao Qiu is doing," Wu Xiaoyou suddenly said on the way.

Xiaoqiu is the name of our black and white cat.

However, Wu Wang never called him that except in front of his second sister.

Before coming to the capital, Wu Wang had entrusted several of his cats to his neighbor's care.

What? You're asking why Wu Wang, with his personality, could still have such a good relationship with his neighbors?

That's because he used a reason that the neighbor couldn't refuse—

"If you help me take care of a few cats, I'll be going on a long trip and won't be back to mess with you guys anytime soon."

The neighbor was so moved by this that he took the cats home that very day.

However, the public beta is now open.

I wonder if the neighbors have also entered the instance. If so, the cat will be left unattended.

In response to Wu Xiaoyou's concerns, Wu Wang patted his chest and assured her:

"Don't worry! Little Hill is very strong! Even if no one is watching over him, he will go out to hunt for food on his own!"

Wu Xiaoyou's gaze sharpened at these words.

He said somewhat uncertainly, "What...what bad thing did you do to Xiaoqiu? It's our own cat! How could you do that?"

Wu Wang felt a pang of sadness at his second sister's slander.

He said in an extremely innocent tone, "Hehehe! You don't even trust your own brother anymore?"

"I, Wu, have lived a pure and kind life. The most rebellious and despicable thing I've ever done is throwing tomatoes at the other person's head while playing cards."

Upon hearing this, the projection of the eldest sister, Wu Qing, suddenly appeared.

With a somewhat complicated expression, he said, "Yes, I remember this. It happened when you were in sixth grade."

"But you weren't just playing Happy Landlords! You were actually throwing tomatoes at someone's head while playing Landlords offline! And you were even planning to pour a cappuccino on them! If I hadn't arrived quickly, you don't know what kind of beating you would have gotten into on the street by those thugs!"

Wu Xiaoyou chimed in, "That's how much we trust you. We believe you can't do anything good."

Wu Wang retorted stubbornly, "They cheated first! I hadn't even had a chance to cheat before they did. How could I tolerate that?"

After listening to his excuses, Wu Xiaoyou pointed to the street not far away.

He sighed and said, "Your junior high school is at the end of that road. Back then, one of your classmates had epilepsy, and you called him 'Soy Sauce.' Do you want to explain why?"

Wu Wang put his hands on his hips.

He said with a hint of pride, "Because he smokes a lot! How about that, pretty apt, right?"

This guy looks like he has "praise me" written all over his face.

The two older sisters really wanted to go up and kick him.

The eldest sister, Wu Qing, pointed to another street and added, "I remember this was a vegetable market. You told your parents you wanted to sell nuts to improve your social skills, and they were happy to let you go. But we don't know where you got your nuts from, or what you actually did."

"I ran up to the vendor selling seedless watermelons at the market and set up a 'seedless peanuts' stall to hawk my wares!"

"You used peanut shells you ate last night! Are you even human?"

Regarding this point, Wu Wang still wanted to argue:
"My ultimate goal is to improve my social skills, not to make money. I managed to convince two old men to buy three kilograms of this, so tell me whether I've improved my social skills or not!"

Wu Qing: "..."

That definitely provided some exercise.

The old man's family searched for you for ages at the market; if they catch you, who knows what kind of lesson they'll teach you.

"Also, the teacher teaches classical Chinese in class." Wu Xiaoyou said expressionlessly, "When he taught the passage, 'At fifteen, I set my heart on learning; at thirty, I stood firm; at forty, I had no more doubts; at fifty, I knew the mandate of Heaven; at sixty, my ear was attuned to the truth; at seventy, I could follow my heart's desire without transgressing the rules,' he said, 'It covers the various stages of life.'"

"As a result, you said that it's not comprehensive enough. Fifteen years old is already a teenager, and the childhood period is still missing. You have a more comprehensive coverage, and you don't need a whole paragraph, just one word."

"The teacher asked you curiously what it was."

"And you said—the entire family was executed."

“Your parents were called in that afternoon. You didn’t dare to tell your mother, so you called me to come over.”

"It's hard to imagine how you could say you've lived a completely innocent life. So what exactly did you do to Xiao Qiu?"

Faced with interrogation from her two older sisters.

Wu Wang finally shrugged and said, "I led Xiao Qiu across the primeval forest, so he has really been trained in hunting."

"I originally wanted to bring a hunting dog, but we don't have one, so I was thinking of bringing a cat instead..."

boom--

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoyou finally kicked him in the butt.

She said that she couldn't find Xiaoqiu for a while.

My brother also said he would take the cat to work at a cat cafe for a few days.

So the result was that they took the cat back into nature?
Thankfully, he eventually brought the cat back; otherwise, he would have been in deep trouble!
The three siblings had already returned to their familiar front door.

This kick sent Wu Wang flying forward, crashing right through his own rusty iron gate.

However, his tone became serious as he lay on the ground.

He said slowly, "Be careful when you enter. I sense there are two dungeon passages in our house. Don't accidentally wander into one."

After saying that, he took out the marked map and glanced at it.

He said helplessly, "And they're all nightmare-level."

"There are only two nightmare-level dungeons in the entire Mingyang City, and they are both located in our home area. Now they have spread to a very large area."

"Do not approach the bedroom; the living room is the absolute safest distance."

"Next, it's really time to tackle the dungeons."

"Otherwise, we won't be able to go back home."

(End of this chapter)