Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

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Du Nie, a small black Buddha several meters tall, wielded his vajra with great force.

The places they went were almost all in a mess.

Even though Jinxin was a body-refining player, he was still knocked away several times while wielding the heavy hammer, and was exhausted and panting heavily.

The damage inflicted on him by the skills and items of the others was negligible.

The mug's rapier couldn't pierce it, the fortress's skills couldn't lock onto him as a target, Ruoshui's items were like giving him a shower, and the support effects of passion fruit were greatly reduced.

For a time, it was clearly an attack, but it was the players who were caught in a fierce battle.

Fortunately, the power of the monk Huiming's vows protected everyone from time to time, which prevented serious casualties.

But it's clear this isn't a long-term solution. Players will eventually get tired, both physically and mentally, but this little black Buddha probably doesn't experience that kind of fatigue.

As time went on, defeat seemed to be only a matter of time.

Wu Xiaoyou had already rescued Wusheng from under him and quickly went to a place far away from the battlefield. After settling him down, she took out the red candle from her pocket.

The bottom, which originally had only one tooth mark, now feels pitted and uneven to the touch.

There are now countless new teeth marks compared to before.

Looking at the teeth marks of varying depths, Wu Xiaoyou even felt that they resembled some kind of sculpted artwork.

Artworks...sculptures...

For some reason, an image suddenly popped into her mind.

It was in the living room of a house, and a person whose face was not clearly visible was using a knife to shave an eraser in his hand, leaving it pitted and uneven.

He walked over as if to see what he was doing, but the other person grabbed his hand and squatted down with him.

The blurry face broke into a bright smile, fixed the flashlight on the table, and shone it against the wall.

He then quickly stood up and turned off the living room lights.

With a cheerful smile, he raised his hand and made various hand gestures in front of the flashlight, and his shadow immediately transformed into lifelike animal reflections.

As I gasped in surprise, the other person placed the eraser in front of the flashlight.

In an instant, the carved rubber reflected a clear profile on the wall.

Wu Xiaoyou could even tell from the lines that it was her own profile.

"##, look, our whole family is here."

Wu Xiaoyou couldn't hear how he addressed her.

But then I saw the blurry figure take out several already carved erasers from the drawer.

When you place them all in front of the flashlight, four more figures immediately appear on the wall.

There is the eldest sister Wu Qing with short hair, the mother with long hair, the father with a tall and straight figure, and a similarly blurry shadow.

This scene made me admire it.

The other person smiled proudly and said, "That's not all. The shape of a shadow changes depending on the angle at which light shines on the object. See, I can do that too."

After saying that, he slowly turned the eraser he had just carved.

As the angle of the light changes, the shadow on the wall slowly forms a crooked "悠" (you) character from its side.

"You can get different shadows by changing the angle, it's really fun."

The blurry face uttered these words.

Wu Xiaoyou looked down at the red candle in her hand.

Then, as if possessed, I turned it upside down and shone the flashlight beam flat onto the bottom where the teeth marks had gnawed all over it.

call--

A profile picture actually appeared on the wall!
Just then, Wusheng, who had been unconscious, slowly woke up.

I could just see a profile on the wall.

He blurted out instinctively, "This humble monk has seen him before..."

These words startled Wu Xiaoyou, who immediately asked, "Where have you seen me before?"

The profile on the wall was the same blurry face that had appeared in his memory just now.

Wusheng had actually seen this guy before?
“In my dream,” Wusheng honestly replied, “he told me to protect my master.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoyou fell silent.

She held the red candle in her hand, slowly rotating and adjusting the angle, and the blurry profile gradually transformed into new handwriting—

【die】.

This character appears unusually abrupt at first glance.

Who would depict their profile as the character for "death"?
That's so damn unlucky, it's like cursing yourself to die.

Wu Xiaoyou listened as Wusheng recounted his conversation with the other person in his dream, word by word.

A new question arose in my mind—

If this person can talk directly with Wusheng, why not just tell him what to do?

Why go to the trouble of using a red candle to give some kind of hint that only you can perceive?
"and many more……"

"No way……"

Combining the profile and handwriting she saw on the wall, she considered an unbelievable possibility.

The other party wanted him to kill him.

If that's the case, then it's understandable why they didn't just tell Wusheng directly, or at least let others know in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Because this request is simply outrageous.

That's the kind of thing that no one would do even if they heard it.

Besides, how can you kill someone if you don't even know where they are?
Wu Xiaoyou's breath hitched as she thought of this.

Unless, of course, the person who hears this request is someone who can find him, and even if he doesn't exist, kill him anyway, or someone who would choose to believe him no matter how outrageous the request is.

Is this me...?

When she recalled the perception of the [Fragments of the Past], she noticed that one extra fragment had come out to accompany her.

If that fragment is inside the other party's body, activating the [Ancient] power of that unknown fragment might actually be able to kill them.

Want to give it a try now?

Her expression as she looked at the red candle was somewhat complicated.

This is not a decision to be made lightly. If you guess wrong, the other party might really lose their life for nothing.

Even if this is true, if the other person is determined to die, does it mean that his death will have some unknown effect?

Why did he have to leave a message asking for death after fighting with Du Ye?

If he could achieve his goal by dying at any moment, there would be no need for him to go to such great lengths.

That would most likely mean killing him only under certain conditions.

What kind of conditions would it be?

"Benefactor Hua, why are those two masters fighting?"

Wu Sheng's questioning voice interrupted Wu Xiaoyou's thoughts.

He pointed to the battlefield in the distance, somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoyou was about to explain to him that one of them was a counterfeit created by bad people.

Suddenly, she realized something and asked, "Wait a minute, Wusheng, why aren't you surprised at all that you have two masters? And you can see each other's faces?"

Although Du Nie, who is currently fighting the players, does indeed look like the monk Huiming, isn't he currently wrapped up in that strange black silk Buddha statue?

Is it possible for Wusheng to see the karmic obstacles within the small black Buddha?

Faced with her question, Wusheng scratched the back of his head and said, "I can see it. It's another master who's surrounded by other people. He looks like he's floating."

Floating? This strange description left Wu Xiaoyou even more confused. She stared at the distant battlefield for a long time before she finally realized what was happening.

Wusheng couldn't even see the outer shell of that small black Buddha statue!

In his eyes, it was Du Nie himself floating in mid-air, fighting with the players.

In that instant, Wu Xiaoyou recalled the time when the Blood Corpse had captured Wusheng, and how no matter what they did, they were unable to influence the Blood Corpse.

Because they are not on the same layer as the player.

From this perspective, the fact that Wusheng doesn't see the small black Buddha statue means that he can directly touch Du Nie.

That outer shell of the Buddha statue, which was strong enough to withstand the destruction of the [Old Days] and make the wicked invincible, was useless in the face of Wusheng!

Oh, and there are blood corpses too.

Wu Xiaoyou hurriedly asked Wusheng where the blood corpse that had just taken him had gone.

The other party pointed to the enormous black Buddha and said, "There, after they captured me, they all turned into blood and poured it into that giant cocoon."

"Before I fainted, I saw another master quickly crawl out of the cocoon."

This is also why Wusheng was not surprised when he woke up and saw his two masters.

He had foreseen the impending doom before anyone else.

But the cocoon in his mouth... Wu Xiaoyou looked up and didn't see any cocoon on the surface of the black Buddha.

Clearly, this is something that only Wusheng can see.

Or perhaps, in his view, the Black Buddha himself is just an enormous cocoon.

The so-called "Crossing the Netherworld" is what hatches from those blood corpses after they enter the cocoon!
Wu Xiaoyou's mind is now a jumble of clues and doubts.

She is gradually organizing it.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoyou remembered that when she entered the Buddhist Kingdom last night, the red candles had not changed at all.

Why did the red candles begin to show this sign only tonight?

This means that the conditions for killing the other party can only be met tonight.

If we had to pinpoint the differences between tonight and last night, aside from the change in the environment of the underground Buddhist kingdom, the appearance of the Blood Corpse and Du Nie, the elimination of Kong Bei, and Wu Sheng's arrival in the underground Buddhist kingdom.

The Blood Corpse was created to capture Wusheng, and Du Nie appeared to force Monk Huiming to sign a Buddhist contract.

Duye could have done these things himself, but now he insists on creating extra things, even when Abbot Kongbei took the Buddhist contract to Monk Huiming.

"Is it not just you who are restricted from disappearing from our memories? Is Du Ye himself also subject to certain restrictions in this contest?"

"Can't he appear directly before the Venerable Huiming?"

Wu Xiaoyou's pupils contracted as she realized why Du Ye insisted on having others do these things for him.

If that's the case, then Kong Bei is now dead, and the Blood Corpse has become nourishment for incubation.

Only Du Nie and Wu Sheng remain as variables!

The conditions required for the faceless people are related to them!
Looking at the still-scorched battlefield in the distance, and the Buddhist contract on the ground, Wu Xiaoyou suddenly murmured to herself:

"The shape of a shadow is determined by the angle of the light and the object itself..."

"The shadow is an extension of the original body..."

If it is said that the monk Huiming's signature and bloody handprint will be devoured by the evil spirits of Du Ni.

What about the reverse?
What would happen if the wicked person signed the document and pressed their bloody handprint?
Wu Xiaoyou had a bold idea—that Du Nie would be swallowed up by the monk Huiming.

Even if the other party is not the true ego of Monk Huiming, the fact that he was able to replace the original body after signing the Buddhist contract proves that this guy is also connected with Monk Huiming's ego.

As the monk Huiming, he should also be able to absorb his ego.

Could this be the condition that the faceless man wants to meet?
Under normal circumstances, this step might be difficult to achieve.

The outer shell of that little black Buddha statue is simply unsolvable!

But now there is no birth!
He was able to ignore the little black Buddha and directly touch Du Nie.

Snapped--

In a daze, Wu Xiaoyou seemed to hear someone snap their fingers next to her ear, as if confirming her guess.

All my thoughts came together.

To change the current passive state, what needs to be done now is to let the monk Huiming devour Du Nie, and then use the power of the [Old Days] to kill the faceless man who left behind the red candle.

Wu Xiaoyou didn't know if this would allow the other party to win the contest against Du Ye.

But at least this is the best solution she can think of right now.

Since the underground Buddhist kingdom has been sealed off, and continuing the stalemate will only lead to everyone being exhausted to death by the Little Black Buddha, why not take a gamble!
brush--

Wu Xiaoyou took the Xiaochuan Sword out of her backpack.

After taking a deep breath, he handed it to Wusheng.

Looking at that tiny figure who even needed both hands to lift the Laughing River Sword, he showed a puzzled expression.

She pointed to the small black Buddha that was being attacked and said, "Wusheng, you saw that fake master too. He was created by a monster."

“Right now, Venerable Huiming and his companions are fighting against it. We cannot harm the enemy; only you can.”

“I know that the prohibition against killing is one of the eight precepts of Buddhism.”

"But the situation is critical now, and we need your help. I'm afraid it will require you to break your vows."

Upon hearing this, Wusheng looked at the back of the monk Huiming who was fighting back.

His expression as he held the sword became resolute.

He slowly said, "Benefactor Hua, my master said that refraining from killing means respecting all life and not intentionally taking the life of any living being, so that compassion can save all sentient beings."

"That fake master is not a life worthy of respect. He is a monster who only knows how to take lives. My master calls such a being 'Moro'."

"Exorcising demons and protecting the righteous path is also the duty of monks."

"This humble monk is young and weak, and I fear I am unable to exorcise the demon. It should be I who ask you benefactors for help."

Having said that, Wusheng gripped the Xiaochuan Sword even tighter, as if afraid the sharp weapon would fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoyou smiled.

"Alright! Let's go!"

She stood up, put the red candle into her pocket, and the six wings of the angel suddenly spread out behind her, and the crown on her head reappeared.

They picked up Wusheng and flew high into the sky.

The golden figure shone brightly in the dark underground Buddhist kingdom, like a sun hanging overhead.

Seeing this, Little Black Buddha Du Nie, who was being besieged by the crowd, couldn't help but sneer:

"Trying to escape? There's no exit up there for you!"

He thought the other party was planning to fly up and find a way out from above.

Unfortunately, the entire underground Buddhist kingdom has only one entrance and exit, which is the cave that is now sealed off by black threads!

Just as he was thinking about how to toy with these guys after they got tired.

Unexpectedly, amidst everyone's puzzled and even shocked gazes...

The six golden wings suddenly flapped, and instead of rising, it descended like a meteor, tracing a graceful arc as it fell toward them.

A cold glint flashed beneath the wings.

The one wielding the sword was that young child.

"It's over... If the Venerable Master Huiming saw this, he'd probably have a heart attack..."

"Is this something a human being would do...?"

At this moment, not only Du Nie, but even the players felt their brains shut down.

We, the players of the Calamity, are almost half-dead from being beaten.

You dragged this defenseless novice monk into the battle?
Has the Red Spider Lily gone mad?! (End of Chapter)