I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Yinyuan Mountain possessed a bizarre and treacherous environment.

This mountain had always been dreaded by the locals. Even seasoned herbalists would only wander around the edges, never daring to venture deep inside.

The reason was simple—the word 'danger' was enough.

Every year, hikers or local children would enter the mountain and become lost, never to be seen again.

Local legends claimed that the mountain god was displeased with humanity's wanton destruction of nature.

Therefore, those who entered alone would be punished and forever trapped within the mountain.

However, in recent years, news of people getting lost had become scarce. The elders in the surrounding counties and towns even joked that the mountain god had calmed down.

As for the reason for this appeasement...

They remained silent.

Because the last time the mountain god raged, it turned a village of over a hundred people into a ghost town overnight.

No one survived, no one was spared.

It was said that the police force sent to investigate the massacre were so sickened they turned pale, and all required psychological treatment afterward.

The ground was littered with remains, blood flowing like rivers—a veritable hell on earth.

Today, the place was bustling with activity once more.

"Remember! Do not speak to any villagers! Guard the entrance to the mountain. If they try to leave, you are authorized to shoot them on sight!" Director An Cheng ordered, his face grim.

Then, he cast a worried glance towards Yinyuan Village.

It appeared to be thriving.

Yet, just half an hour ago, it was still the same desolate village.

They were waiting patiently for Xie Zhi to arrive.

But in the blink of an eye, Yinyuan Village had become bustling with noise, and inexplicably strange villagers appeared and began busying themselves.

It seemed they were preparing for a traditional grand sacrificial ceremony, with a magnificent stage erected in the center of the plaza.

Faced with this sudden situation...

To avoid any unforeseen events, he could only order his subordinates to temporarily retreat outside the village and guard the entrances.

After all, these villagers were clearly not human.

Some of them didn't even have heads, only bodies with intestines and organs dangling out, mechanically moving the trusses to help build the sacrificial stage.

"Director Xie has arrived!"

Fortunately, good news came at this moment.

Director An Cheng's tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and he visibly eased up.

Soon, Xie Zhi and Baili Dao appeared before him, led by a subordinate.

"Old Xie, I'm really relying on you for this one. You know me, I'm good at fighting people, but I'm useless against ghosts," Director An Cheng joked.

Xie Zhi chewed his gum and said grumpily, "Remember to treat me to a good meal later. I want Moutai."

"Alright, alright, no problem, haha!"

The two chatted as they walked towards the interior of Yinyuan Village.

Now, Director An Cheng had nothing to worry about. These ghostly villagers couldn't cause any trouble in front of Xie Zhi.

Baili Dao and another trusted aide of Director An Cheng closely followed behind.

They could gain experience while helping out. They weren't qualified to face the Yinyuan Deity, but dealing with the ghostly villagers was no problem.

After all, these villagers seemed quite weak!

Dong! Dong! Dong, dong!

The moment the four entered the village, the deafening sound of gongs and drums began to reverberate.

It seemed the sacrificial ceremony in the plaza was beginning. Most villagers stopped what they were doing and began dancing wildly in place.

However, many of them were missing limbs or had gaping holes in their chests.

With each jump, broken arms and legs flew everywhere, and intestines and organs littered the ground.

Yet, no one seemed to find anything wrong.

They continued to display their grotesque dances with abandon, as if offering everything to the so-called Yinyuan Deity.

This was a Shiva Tandava from hell.

Slowly burning towards the human world.

[Mental Strength: 47 — 46]

[Mental Strength: 100 — 99]

Director An Cheng and Xie Zhi, who were at the front, simultaneously changed their expressions, realizing that their mental strength was fluctuating.

It should be known that they were both Level 27 Spirit Disaster Players!

Although level doesn't directly represent strength.

After all, relying solely on the attribute points given with each level up.

In a sense, it's impossible to quickly become a superhuman who surpasses the social system.

Even players who have reached the level cap of 30 and put all their attribute points into strength can't punch a mountain into pieces.

Of course, Bureau Chief Qinglong is an exception.

No one knows why he's so powerful.

Even compared to players of the same level, he's far ahead.

But the reason normal high-level players are strong.

Is because players who can survive to level 20 or higher have experienced at least dozens of dungeons, and have countless equipment bonuses and trump cards.

For example, Director An Cheng and Xie Zhi both had some kind of passive defensive equipment that could unconsciously resist insidious mental pollution.

Even so, their mental strength still decreased by one point.

This showed that the mental pollution within the village had reached a terrifying level.

Looking back.

Baili Dao and the other man's faces were turning purple.

Without special defensive equipment, their levels were low and their mental strength was even lower. Just now, that one attack directly dropped a quarter of it.

Shua —

Xie Zhi waved his hand.

Two yellow talismans were stuck on Baili Dao and the other man's chests, and a clear and bright feeling instantly surged into their minds.

Their drowsy brains immediately cleared up a lot.

Their depleted mental strength was instantly replenished.

"We underestimated that Yinyuan Deity. You two go out first, and have the others retreat further. This level of mental pollution is no joke for you," Xie Zhi's expression became slightly serious.

Seeing this, Baili Dao quickly retreated.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head, he directly collided with a ghostly villager with a large hole in his chest.

After staggering back a few steps, he steadied himself.

Only then did he discover in horror—

That at some point, they were surrounded by ghostly villagers, blocking all possible escape routes.

"These guys...want to keep us here!?" Baili Dao gritted his teeth and pulled out a nine-ring broadsword from his backpack.

The blade was slightly thick, and nine iron rings were strung on the back of the blade, making a rattling sound when swung.

[Bloodthirsty Ring Blade (Excellent): After equipping this weapon, increase strength limit by five points, constitution limit by three points. Each time you kill an enemy, temporarily increase strength by one point, up to 20 stacks, lasting for one minute]

[Equipment Condition: User must possess a hand structure in their biological structure]

[Note: My broadsword has long been thirsty!]

This was his most proficient and best equipment.

Fortunately, this weapon was suitable for facing group attacks. The more he killed, the higher the bonus he received.

The other confidant also took out gauntlets and put them on his hands with a pale face. Obviously, he was a player specializing in close combat.

At this time, they couldn't trouble the two directors to send them out. The directors had to deal with the source of the incident—the Yinyuan Deity!

Now, they could only fight their way out!

"Kill!" Baili Dao shouted.

The nine-ring broadsword in his hand spun like a whirlwind, rushing into the middle of the ghostly villagers and beginning to break through.

— — — —

While the two were fighting bloody battles.

They didn't notice that the ghostly villagers at the other end of the village were constantly fleeing towards them in a panic.

That's right! Not besieging or supporting!

They were just fleeing!

As if they had encountered some great terror, even ghostly villagers without legs were desperately crawling away on the ground with their hands.

Standing in front of them was a bewildered teenager named Zhang Wei, also known as Wu Wang.

Of course, only this face's name was Zhang Wei.

Borrowing the identity of an external member of the Special Affairs Bureau, Wu Wang easily blended into the periphery of Yinyuan Village. After entering, he took off his uniform and changed back into the appearance of the dejected teenager Zhang Wei.

He naturally noticed the ghostly villagers.

And he also knew what these guys were—

They were all villagers' souls bound by the Yinyuan Deity. The unlucky ones who had yin marriages every year were all here, and it seemed that those vengeful spirits he had released who had died were also here.

But none of that mattered.

What mattered was that as soon as they met.

A inexplicable system prompt sounded in Wu Wang's ear, and something extra appeared on his personal panel—

[Fear Dispenser Undead]

He had seen this kind of ID format before.

Back in Fight Back to School, Baili Dao's ID was like this—[Eagle-Eyed Baili Dao]

The former should be the so-called [Title].

Baili Dao's title allowed him to easily observe distances and micro-movements that were invisible to the human eye.

Wu Wang's current inexplicable title was even more ridiculous.

[Fear Dispenser: When a target feels fear towards you or things caused by you, the degree of fear will be amplified in the depths of their soul, up to causing the creature to die suddenly or the spirit to collapse]

[Note: From the fear artist who released vengeful spirits with screams as the score, explosions as the drums, and flesh flying as the movement—Undead]

"?"

"Slander! I'm suing you for slander!"

"I'm a dignified, law-abiding man, how did I become the fear dispenser in your mouth?"

Although he knew that the reason these villagers were afraid was that he had released those vengeful spirits, and they had indeed died very miserably and painfully. In a sense, he was the culprit of destruction.

And there was also the feeling of the Yinyuan Deity being scared by the black-hearted penguin that was reflected on them.

But Wu Wang was unconvinced!

He cursed and grabbed the collar of a certain ghostly villager slumped on the ground, and fiercely lifted the other party up and asked: "Are you afraid? Are you very afraid of me? It wasn't me who killed you!"

Bang —

Under the inability to break free.

The other party exploded into a pile of bone powder on the spot.

The ghost was scared to death.

Wu Wang: "..."

Looking closely, this ghostly villager's clothes were somewhat familiar. When he saw himself, he was also the most afraid, and he couldn't even move his legs when running away.

Oh, he seemed to be Uncle Li.

Then it's okay.

This old fart seemed to really should be afraid, taking back the previous words, after all, he really did push him to that group of saintess vengeful spirits with his own hands.

He patted the bone ash on his body.

Wu Wang smiled with relief.

It was just that this smile looked a little helpless and couldn't hold back.

Just stick to the facts, now, this title is really easy to use, at least he will definitely not be entangled by ghostly villagers in Yinyuan Village, they can't even run away in time.

It seems he can go directly to find the Yinyuan Deity, hopefully the brothers of the Special Affairs Bureau can hold on!

My sword spirit depends on you!