I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

The next day, the sky gradually darkened.

After Wu Wang cooked dinner for his second sister, he pretended to have a gathering with friends and went out.

The matter at the orphanage last night had come to a conclusion.

Xiezhi packed his things at dawn and prepared to go to headquarters.

To meet the so-called head of the [Verification Department].

If there were no accidents, Wu Wang felt that he would join this department.

Then he might be transferred away from Mingyang City.

Fortunately, Xiezhi also said that the tentatively appointed acting head of Mingyang City was an acquaintance of his—[North Wolf].

At least he wouldn't have to rebuild his relationship with the Alien Affairs Bureau.

Shutong and Yingluo also had their own matters and left Mingyang City.

Of course, when they came out of the Drunken Taoist's gourd.

Yingluo also showed off to him how badly she had beaten Cang Qiong in the gourd.

If there were no accidents, without special treatment methods.

That idiot would have to lie in the hospital for at least a year and a half.

Regardless of whether the physical injuries could be completely healed in the future, at least the psychological shadow would not be so easy to get over.

As for the [Spider]'s problem.

It also made Wu Wang's expression a little unpleasant as he went out.

When he woke up the [Spider] from his sleep and questioned him by placing the note in front of him.

He only got one answer—

"What dream grandpa? Did I say anything about this?"

Speaking of which.

He even looked at the psychologist blankly.

Wu Wang naturally also looked at the other party with cold eyes.

Under the gaze of the two, the psychologist, who had seen countless people with psychological problems due to dungeon delving.

Unexpectedly felt a hint of panic.

He nodded desperately to indicate that this thing was definitely given to her by the [Spider] before.

Regarding these two contradictory words.

Wu Wang ultimately did not point out who was lying.

Because [Sudden Realization] told him—both of them were telling the truth.

[Spider] really didn't know about the dream grandpa or even this note.

He didn't even have any impression of when the note was placed on him.

In addition, Wu Wang personally experienced the subtlety of controlling other people's bodies in this incident.

It gave him a inexplicable feeling.

The [Spider] who gave the note to the psychologist at that time was definitely not this 12-year-old child.

His body may have been controlled by other beings at that moment.

Was it the fortune-telling old Taoist?

Wu Wang was not sure.

But adhering to the idea of "meet soldiers with generals, and water with earth."

Since the other party had an appointment to meet today.

Then he naturally would not back down.

After leaving home, Wu Wang came to the entrance of the E Secret Room store with ease.

This was a place where he had worked for a while.

Not unfamiliar, but not so familiar either.

The existence of escape room stores is basically aimed at young people as a consumer group.

In addition, the E Secret Room where he was located was a store with horror themes as its core.

So there are very few people over the age of thirty-five who come here to play.

If the fortune-telling old Taoist really appeared.

Then the image of a Taoist outfit and white hair must be eye-catching.

Wu Wang also knew very well that this secret room store only opened at 1 pm and closed at 1 am.

The busiest time is usually before and after lunch time.

Today was a weekend.

When he arrived at the store, he unexpectedly saw a large number of customers.

There were six young people in COS costumes playing with their mobile phones; seven high school students were still carrying suitcases, talking about school matters, probably preparing to return to school for evening self-study; five skinny punks and young ladies were smoking by the window and talking nonsense.

The Coser's side was playing the character image from the anime "Bungo Stray Dogs."

Wu Wang still liked the character Osamu Dazai quite a bit.

After all, the other party liked to commit suicide, and so did he.

"Hmm... not here yet? The old thing doesn't have any sense of time, does he?"

Unfortunately, none of these people saw the old Taoist that Wu Wang had imagined.

He looked at the clock on the wall.

The time had already reached 17:59.

The evening afterglow outside the door also climbed up the treetops, rendering the sky with a few warm-toned yellows.

"Oh, isn't this our resigned Young Master Wu?"

"Why are you free to come to the store today? Could it be that you can't find a job and plan to come back to work? Can't you be here to play in the secret room?"

A sarcastic voice came from behind the cashier counter.

Wu Wang glanced over.

He saw a young woman chewing gum and wearing light makeup that made her look delicate.

Judging from her appearance, she was probably in her early twenties.

But Wu Wang knew that she was actually younger.

She should be nineteen years old, and she dropped out of high school to work in society before finishing her studies.

There was no family problem, it was purely her own fault, and she refused to study no matter what.

If you had to classify her, then the punks and young ladies over there would be quite suitable for her.

Don't look at her delicate makeup now.

It is estimated that after get off work, she will immediately put on makeup and change her clothes to go to the bar and disco to shake her head.

Day after day, year after year.

This woman has always disliked him.

Perhaps it was because on the first day of employment, Wu Wang used the venomous tongue of "many people in life are 'mildly mentally retarded', but they can take care of themselves, so they haven't been discovered" to despise this young lady.

And he used his rich knowledge to attack her poor knowledge reserves from various angles.

After all, in Wu Wang's view, people who choose to drop out of school without special factors and still just live in a drunken dream every day.

It is difficult not to evaluate them as mildly mentally retarded.

Typically, they give up their long-term future for a moment of joy.

It's not that Wu Wang looks down on those who are uneducated.

It's just that he looks down on this kind of guy who obviously has a better choice, but chooses to degenerate.

"Don't worry, I won't come back to work with the mildly mentally retarded."

I wonder if she'll agree if I confess with the flowers I hid in my bag after we finish the escape room?

Clearly, this is the student's own thought.

This indicates that the fortune-telling Taoist's manipulation is completely different from the methods used by the previous [Calamity Cult members].

There's no sign of the student's own soul being pushed out.

Or, this poor Taoist will ask another way.

If there are two futures placed before you, young friend.

One is to fight for the world, bear everything, but not be remembered by the world, becoming a contributor in the shadows.

The other is to be indifferent to the world, transform into a god alone, get rid of the troubles of the seven emotions and six desires, and be free to eternity.

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Which would you choose?

The words of this fortune-telling Taoist seemed to have some kind of magic.

When Wu Wang heard the first half.

He vaguely saw himself, covered in scars, his expression twisted in pain in the shadows of the city.

The surroundings were full of bright lights and drunken revelry, the city still indulging in extravagance.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, no one paid attention to him.

He wandered aimlessly like a ghost of the city.

Only wanting to find a home.

However.

When the second half was spoken.

He saw himself again, wearing a dark trench coat, sitting on the scorched earth of a building.

Everywhere he looked was dust.

The huge abandoned city was like a steel tomb, so silent that it made people shudder.

Based on the degree of weathering of the surrounding environment and the state of vegetation cover.

Wu Wang immediately judged that this was at least a ruin of more than several hundred years.

Almost unable to distinguish the prototype of the city.

It was like a scene after the extinction of mankind in some science fiction works.

The pool of water at his feet reflected himself in a trench coat.

His appearance had not changed.

But his eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

A contributor in the shadows sounds great, but one's own suffering is unspeakable; transforming into a god sounds free and unrestrained, but the price is becoming the only life at the end of time.

Heh, it sounds like neither is a good ending?

Wu Wang looked at the high school student's innocent face.

He couldn't help but mock: Old man, it's like you're asking whether I would choose to save the cat or the painting if the museum caught fire.

You deliberately put completely unequal weights on both ends of the scale, and a one-sided picture will inevitably appear.

Then put morality on the lighter side, trying to declare that the two are now equally heavy.

As if this could weigh out—your morality is so heavy.

His words sounded extremely sarcastic.

It seemed that if he chose to take care of himself and ignore dedication, the fortune-telling Taoist would point fingers at his morality in the next second.

That's unnecessary, Wu Wang can answer right now—he has no moral concept.

The high school student showed a strange expression.

After getting water, he went back and whispered something to his classmates.

His eyes still looked at Wu Wang from time to time.

As if looking at an idiot.

At this time, Dazai Osamu from the group of cosplayers also walked over with a water cup.

He said softly: This poor Taoist didn't make a decision for you, nor did he criticize you from a moral standpoint, but really wanted to know your opinion.

You said that both are tragedies, but there is always a preference, which side can you accept?

These words were said lightly.

It was as simple as if the two were talking about what to eat for dinner, not a tragic future.

In this regard, Wu Wang was too lazy to waste time with him.

He just said with a firm gaze: I choose neither, I don't believe in the so-called bullshit destiny.

Nothing is destined, and no future is absolute.

If I lie down and do nothing, wouldn't your so-called two futures be in vain?

His toughness made the fortune-telling Taoist laugh instead of getting angry.

He shook his head and showed a kind and benevolent expression.

Raising his eyebrows, he said: But didn't you just believe in the picture of the future yesterday and help another young friend out of trouble?

Didn't you also criticize the cashier girl for being willing to degenerate today?

Before Wu Wang could continue to refute anything.

The Taoist continued to say through Dazai Osamu's mouth: But there is one thing you are right about—

You can choose to lie down and do nothing.

You still have the right to give up.

After saying that, Dazai Osamu took out an effervescent tablet from his pocket.

He took two cups of water and placed them in front of Wu Wang.

He threw the effervescent tablet into one of the cups.

Watching the bubbles densely appear from the tablet and move upward rapidly under the stimulation of water molecule dissolution.

It was as intoxicating as the dreamy bright lights and drunken revelry were boiling.

This poor Taoist's divination for you has ended.

Drink this cup of water with medicine, and all the power and attention you currently have will be concealed in some reasonable way.

This poor Taoist will ensure that you have an ordinary life without ups and downs or ripples.

It is regarded as your choice to give up.

The other cup means that you think everything is fine now, including the two tragedies in the future can be accepted.

It is regarded as your choice of the future.

How about it? Want to taste the bitterness of the future?

Looking at the fortune-telling Taoist's deep eyes.

Wu Wang involuntarily glanced at the Abyss God mark on his wrist again.

The other party didn't give any response.

It seemed that everything happening now was extremely boring, there was no fun, and the Abyss God had no desire to observe.

But he had a strange feeling in the dark.

If he really drank this cup of water with effervescent tablets.

Perhaps something really would change.

However, this is not Wu Wang's style.

Neither giving up nor resigning to fate is his way.

So, he slowly reached into his clothes.

He took out a glass bottle from his pocket.

The moment it was unscrewed, a strong aroma of wine overflowed.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, saying: I choose this, a drunk solves a thousand sorrows.

Sure enough, I should have drunk it when I was driving.

This way, I won't have any psychological burden when I run you over, although I didn't have any in the first place.

Of course, this was just pure sarcasm.

Currently, Wu Wang's killing intent towards the fortune-telling Taoist was actually not strong, even almost non-existent.

It was just that the feeling of the other party peeping into his life everywhere made him uncomfortable.

This kind of peeping was completely different from Zhuge Yue's attempt to explore his secrets. The latter was a distorted curiosity and desire for knowledge. She would never give up until she dug out his secrets, and she would not hesitate to pay any price, regardless of any consequences for himself and his second sister.

What Zhuge Yue wanted was to satisfy herself.

But the fortune-telling Taoist was different.

He seemed to know his details from the beginning.

And it wasn't recently that he found out.

Perhaps many years ago, this old guy was like a surveillance camera, overlooking his life, but there was no trace of intervention at all.

Except for letting his second sister go to Yinyuan Village and giving her an exorcism talisman, it can be said that he was completely non-existent in his life.

The feeling he gave Wu Wang was more like an observer, similar to a photographer who shoots wildlife documentaries, just to record the true animal habits.

But Wu Wang, who was being filmed, obviously couldn't pretend that nothing had happened after noticing the photographer's existence.

He didn't want to kill the photographer.

He just wanted to get a truth from him.

At least he should know what the photographer wants to do, after all, the photographer has only temporarily not intervened in his life.

But he really has this ability.

So, Wu Wang had to find a way to break the situation.

Only by jumping out of the identity of being observed and grabbing the photographer himself can he sit down with him on an equal footing and discuss the truth.

It's like arguing on the Internet.

When the other party can open your box, you better be able to open his box too, so that both parties can live in peace and reach a delicate balance of threats.

So, Wu Wang was still trying to find out where the fortune-telling Taoist's main body was hiding.

But there was still no clue at all.

The other party's means of controlling people were too strange.

Watching Wu Wang drink, the fortune-telling Taoist nodded silently.

His expression was a little lonely.

He sighed: No wonder, you were chosen by Him.

Well, I hope you don't regret today's choice when we meet next time.

After saying that, Dazai Osamu's eyes instantly returned to clarity.

He scratched his head and planned to find his companions to prepare to enter the escape room.

Wu Wang stood up with a whoosh.

He directly stretched out his right wrist and scanned all the things around with the Abyss God mark, trying his best to see what the fortune-telling Taoist was doing.

Did the other party really just want to talk about these mysterious questions when he met him today?

Just at this time, a piece of paper slipped from his body.

Before it landed, Wu Wang reached out and caught it.

At this moment, he felt a palpitation.

This familiar feeling was the announcement of the [Spirit Disaster Game].

[You will start the nightmare-level team instance—Smiling Shelter in three days]

[Please prepare in advance and find any clown-related costumes to wear on the day the instance opens]

[I wish you find your own death]

This is the notice of the next instance!

But this matter didn't surprise Wu Wang much now.

He had already known that his next instance would go to the world constructed by [Hope].

The big boss also gave him some tasks.

By the way, the clue to the fortune-telling Taoist's main body seems to exist in the next instance.

He probably won't be able to catch him today.

This guy never really showed up from beginning to end.

It seems that he really has to find definite clues in the instance to find the old thing.

Wu Wang is now concerned about what is written on the note.

He didn't even perceive when this note appeared on his body.

The fortune-telling Taoist's methods are simply extremely strange!

Swish swish swish—

After opening it.

There were only a few words on the note.

It seemed to be a poem, or a prophecy that the fortune-telling Taoist gave Wu Wang—

[Originally, there was nothing, where does the dust come from?]