Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

The group prepared a rope in their dormitory.

Wusheng and the monk Huiming stood at the very front, with the players standing in a row behind them.

Everyone held onto the rope so they wouldn't lose track of each other in the fog.

"Wusheng, remember this: head towards the Sutra Repository. If you see any other people or anything you haven't seen before, tell us."

Wu Xiaoyou squatted down and said to Wusheng with a smile.

The other person nodded.

Then, holding the hand of the monk Huiming, they walked into the mist.

At this moment, the players behind them were already gripping their weapons and items tightly.

If a blood zombie attacks later, it will probably be a tough battle.

However, to everyone's surprise, the group did not experience the same chilling atmosphere as before after entering the fog, nor did they encounter the eerie sight of blurry, blood-red corpses moving through the fog.

Instead, it was filled with a strange, deathly silence.

"No? How could there be no?" Passion Fruit asked incredulously.

Just two days ago, even inside the dormitory, one could hear the footsteps of blood-soaked corpses moving through the mist.

Now that we've entered the fog, we haven't seen a single one?

"Perhaps it's because the unusual rules in the dormitory have been controlled by the Venerable Huiming?" Fortress suggested. "We'll be leaving the dormitory area soon, so everyone should be careful."

With utmost caution, the players gradually approached the direction of the Scripture Pavilion.

The journey was filled with anxiety, but nothing happened.

The blood-soaked corpses throughout the entire Cibei Temple seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Logically, this situation should be a good thing, at least we don't have to worry about being surrounded by blood zombies without red candles.

But everyone felt a sense of oppression in their hearts.

As the saying goes, it's not the thief you should fear, but the one who has his eye on you.

Since the blood corpses are all in the mist, and everyone knows that entering the mist will lead to an attack, at least they are mentally prepared.

The current state of emptiness and stillness is rather unsettling.

Where did they hide?
Having finally arrived at the entrance of the Sutra Repository, Wusheng, who had been walking with ease and comfort, suddenly froze.

With a slightly uneasy look in his eyes, he glanced at the gate, then unconsciously tightened his grip on Monk Huiming's hand and whispered, "Master, we've arrived at the Sutra Repository. There are people inside..."

Everyone immediately became alert and turned their attention to that direction.

After Abbot Kongbei was eliminated, logically no one should have come over at night.

However, they only saw that the door to the Sutra Repository was open, and it seemed that it had not been closed since the monk Huiming opened it last night.

Among them were the familiar human skin scriptures and the entrance to the secret stone chamber.

Where are any other people?
The monk Huiming asked, "Wusheng, describe what kind of people you saw?"

Hearing his master's words, Wusheng mustered his courage and stared intently into the gate.

Then, she said timidly, "Master, they are all wearing robes with their backs to me, and their hands are constantly rubbing against their bodies. But I don't think I've ever seen any of my fellow disciples in the temple wearing such robes."

These words stunned everyone.

Ruoshui squinted and asked, "Them? How many people did you see in the Sutra Repository?"

The monk Huiming then asked, "What kind of robe?"

In response, Wusheng replied truthfully, "There are so many people, it's impossible to count them just by standing outside the door. They're so densely packed that it seems like we can't possibly squeeze in."

"Their robes were dark red and looked very thick; the wind blowing in from outside didn't even stir the hem of their robes."

The fortress wants to activate the [Code Vision] to take a look.

But this place is the entrance to the underground Buddhist kingdom, and the abnormal index has always been frighteningly high, with no other clues to be found.

Everyone could only carefully consider what Wusheng had said.

Crimson robes, countless people, blood-soaked corpses vanishing into the mist…

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyou's pupils contracted sharply, and she shouted at Wusheng, "Run!"

Click—

As soon as the words were spoken, the group of people in the library who had their backs to the door turned around at the same time, and a chilling cracking sound came from their necks as if they had been twisted.

Wusheng could also see their faces clearly.

Each one had a bloody, mangled face, and what they wore were not robes at all, but loose, tattered human skins that looked as if they might fall to the ground at any moment.

The action of rubbing their hands against their bodies, as Wusheng just mentioned, now seems to be mostly an attempt to glue human skin onto their own flesh, as if in this way they could become whole again.

All the blood corpses that disappeared in the mist are here!

In an instant, all the blood corpses that turned their heads fixed their gazes on Wusheng.

The next second, they filed out, like a blood-red torrent.

"what!"

Young Wusheng had never seen such a scene before, and he was so frightened that he screamed and grabbed the monk Huiming's hand, trying to run back.

Everyone then realized that something was wrong.

Because they saw nothing.

Unable to discern directions in the fog, they could only run back.

Wu Xiaoyou, pulling on the rope, shouted to Monk Huiming, "Mass Burial Mound! Quickly take Wusheng to the Mass Burial Mound!"

Although Monk Huiming ran with lightning speed, he was still somewhat confused about the current situation.

Fortunately, Wu Xiaoyou's voice continued to come through:

“We could see and touch the blood corpses before, but they had no effect on Wusheng at all. Now the situation has been reversed!”

"Their target is Wusheng! We can't stop them! Quickly take Wusheng to the mass grave and hide him!"

Yes, how can you stop it if you can't see it?
The players now realized what was happening and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Damn it! We should have realized the problem a long time ago. Since Wusheng's perspective is different from ours, it means that we can't help him with the danger he sees!
It's like two different layers that can be superimposed on each other in the same position, yet they can't affect each other's view.

It's unclear how Du Ye managed to make the blood corpse, disguised in human skin, travel from their misty perspective to Wu Sheng's normal perspective.

Clearly, his target was neither the player nor the monk Huiming.

It was this helpless little novice monk!

Du Ye is a real beast!
"Master! Ahead! There are more ahead..."

Snapped--

Wusheng's frantic running suddenly stopped.

No, it didn't look like he stopped on his own at all; it was more like he was running when something suddenly blocked his way.

Everyone could even see him roll backwards and crash heavily to the ground on flat ground with no obstacles around him.

Seeing Wusheng slip and fall, Monk Huiming's eyes reddened with anxiety, and he rushed over to pick him up.

But in the instant he bent down, he discovered that the other person's body was sliding rapidly backward on the ground.

It seemed as if something unseen was pulling him from another direction, trying to drag him into the library.

At this moment, the monk Huiming couldn't care less about anything else.

With a leap, he pounced and grabbed Wusheng's hand tightly, and the other players immediately rushed forward to help keep Wusheng in place.

The combined force of the crowd brought his rapidly sliding body to a stop in place.

However, the pain on Wusheng's face did not stop; on the contrary, it seemed to be getting worse.

He kept raising his left leg and kicking downwards, as if something was grabbing his right leg.

After kicking him several times, his legs suddenly came together tightly, and he lay on the ground struggling like a fish out of water. It seemed that the blood corpse had grabbed both of his legs.

The monk Huiming and the players were frantically pacing around, completely unable to think of any way to stop the situation.

Even though Wu Xiaoyou tried to use the Laughing River Sword or the power of the [Old Days] to continuously attack the empty space behind Wusheng's legs.

All that was left was a shattered floor, with bricks and stones flying everywhere, or the floor completely destroyed and disappeared.

They used every skill and item that other players could think of.

Only the floor and surrounding buildings in the mist were affected; Wusheng was still being pulled so hard that his little face turned red.

The monk Huiming tried his best to mobilize all the power of his vows, but he was unable to make any changes.

They had absolutely no effect on the blood corpse in the other perspective.

"hiss……"

He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

This scene deeply saddened the monk Huiming.

Snapped--

He let go.

The instant he released his grip, Wusheng's body was pulled along like a gust of wind, flying swiftly towards the Sutra Repository and disappearing from the entrance of the Stone Gate Secret Chamber in front of all the players.

Wusheng was dragged into the underground Buddhist kingdom.

"Venerable Master Huiming! How could you..."

Passion Fruit was so anxious that she couldn't speak clearly; she couldn't understand why the other person had suddenly let go.

Could it be that they've given up on non-birth? How could that be!

Upon hearing this, Monk Huiming breathed heavily, his chest heaving violently, and said in a trembling voice, "We can't... we can't pull him any further. Wusheng is still a child; his body can't withstand this level of pulling."

The blood corpse is very strong.

With the blessing of his vows, the monk Huiming was also able to unleash tremendous power.

However, Wusheng still had the fragile body of a child.

The two enormous forces were pulling in opposite directions, one after the other. If this continued for even a moment longer, Wusheng's body would likely be torn apart.

It was obvious that the blood corpse would not let go.

Then the only option left is for the monk Huiming to make a concession himself.

Because he suddenly realized that if the blood corpse was only meant to harm Wusheng, there was no need to drag it into the underground Buddhist kingdom.

With neither he nor the worshippers able to influence the situation, let alone a torrent of blood corpses, even a single one would be enough to kill Wusheng.

If they're just taking them away, then they probably have ulterior motives.

At the very least, one needs to be alive even if one is not born.

The monk Huiming's gaze turned angry as he looked towards the entrance of the Sutra Repository. He gritted his teeth and said, "Duye still wants me..."

He slowly got up from the ground and walked firmly toward the library.

In the instant he let go, the monk Huiming saw that Wusheng's last gaze was not filled with hatred or resentment, but with trust.

Wusheng believed he would go and save him.

I have to save him too!

"I'm sorry, Venerable Huiming, if we hadn't asked you to bring Wusheng here..."

Wu Xiaoyou and the others walked over with apologetic expressions.

Upon hearing this, the monk Huiming paused, then shook his head and said:

“There is no need for apologies, benefactors. The Blood Corpse was never in the mist tonight, which proves that this was a plan that Du Ye had made long ago.”

"Even if Wusheng stays in his room to rest, I'm afraid that after we arrive here, the Blood Corpse will search the temple for Wusheng's whereabouts and capture him."

"Rather than leaving Wusheng alone and helpless to be captured, at least he still has hope now, knowing that this humble monk will come to rescue him."

Monk Huiming was not an unreasonable person.

He knew that even if he didn't bring Wusheng along, the same thing would probably happen.

After all, Du Ye was operating in the shadows, while he himself was in the open.

This unexpected change cannot be blamed on anyone else.

Upon hearing this, the players looked at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion with somewhat complicated expressions.

Everyone knew that if Monk Huiming were to go to the underground Buddhist kingdom now, he would probably be met with a trap...

No, it might be even more desperate than the Feast at Hongmen; it would be a situation where there is no chance of survival.

Similarly, they were well aware that Monk Huiming couldn't simply ignore him and turn away.

This is an unavoidable, open conspiracy.

"Don't worry, Venerable Huiming," Ruoshui said solemnly as she approached, "We will definitely help you bring Xiao Wusheng back."

Everyone nodded.

At this point, it's no longer about pursuing a high completion rate for the dungeon or craving its rewards.

They couldn't just stand by and watch Duye harm Wusheng, such an innocent and naive young novice.

Some sins are intolerable.

After everyone composed themselves, they headed towards the entrance of the Sutra Repository.

There were no blood corpses here either, or perhaps the people just couldn't sense them. Maybe they were already surrounded by a horde of zombies right now.

Looking at the entrance to the secret chamber through the stone gate, they walked down with practiced ease.

Just like the blood-soaked corpses that disappeared into the mist, the fleshy steps that once led to the entrance have now been replaced by normal stone steps.

Stepping on these cold, hard, seemingly normal stone bricks was even more unsettling than the sticky, foul-smelling flesh-covered steps from before.

The group walked step by step toward the cave of the underground Buddhist kingdom.

This time, they did not see the lotus lanterns hanging high above illuminating the Buddhist kingdom; only the large stalactites hanging from the dome.

Occasionally, a few drops of water would fall from the stone tip to the ground, splashing in the puddle and echoing in the empty, deathly silence of this underground Buddhist kingdom.

The air was no longer filled with the rich sandalwood scent mixed with the sweet fragrance of lotus, and the jade Bodhi trees that once lined the path leading out of the cave were nowhere to be seen.

All that remained were broken walls, and countless figures prostrating themselves on them, bowing in the same direction.

In the subsequent Buddhist shrines, there were no longer monks chanting scriptures; instead, countless Buddha statues of different sizes and materials were locked inside.

The Buddhist kingdom seems to have become the tomb of Buddha.

The players, ignoring the monk Huiming's doubts, took out modern lighting tools from their backpacks.

Only Wu Xiaoyou subconsciously touched the red candle in her pocket.

Her expression suddenly turned somewhat strange.

His hand, tucked into his pocket, kept touching it repeatedly, as if trying to confirm something.

"Sister Hua? What's wrong?" The others also noticed that Wu Xiaoyou seemed to hesitate for a moment.

She regained her composure, shook her head, and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking of walking slowly and observing more to avoid being attacked."

"We must be more vigilant in times like these to avoid making mistakes in the chaos. We must not only save Wusheng, but also ensure that everyone gets out safely."

That's what they said.

But only Wu Xiaoyou herself knew why she hesitated.

There are more teeth marks on the red candle!

That being, absent from everyone's memory, seemed to be trying to tell me something! (End of Chapter)