Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 208 Where is the widow? She is in the play!
"Po Yue!"

The prince shouted loudly.

The giant sword was swung with the power to destroy the world and slashed towards the players again.

They have fought with the prince for several rounds.

Everyone had injuries to varying degrees, and their faces showed signs of fatigue.

Looking at this despairing scene.

The players continued to grit their teeth and use all their tricks to dodge.

Even so, Qiao Biluo, who had a body-strengthening effect, was accidentally touched by the sword energy.

Her body was like diamond, and she could even withstand submachine gun fire in other copies.

At this moment, she was as fragile as paper in front of the prince.

With a flick of his hand, his arm fell to the ground along with the blood gushing out of the wound.

Qiao Biluo's right hand is gone.

With a grim expression, he took out a bandage-like item to stop the bleeding.

He frowned and asked Xiang Xiaoxiao: "Where is the widow? Where did he die?"

At this time, everyone also looked at the little Loli beside them.

While changing clothes backstage, they noticed that the widow chatted with Xiaoxiao for a few words and then disappeared without a trace.

I asked her about this before going on stage.

At that time, Xiaoxiao's answer was that the widow hid in a way that would not arouse the prince's anger.

This is also what Wu Wang said to Xiaoxiao when he left.

After all, he couldn't just say that he wouldn't play at all, right?
By the time other players get to the bottom of it, it will be difficult to carry out my subsequent plans to train people.

This statement would not arouse Xiaoxiao's suspicion.

After all, if anyone knows that someone is planning to murder him, it is understandable that he would choose to hide and avoid danger.

At first, no one else said much.

After all, they had guessed what the blue-haired executioner was thinking.

Just hide.

Under normal circumstances, there is no shortage of this level 10 combat power.

But it's different now.

No one expected the prince to be so fierce.

If there are multiple people, they can escape separately and take turns to attack.

At least it would allow the prince to chop a few more times and buy more time.

They could also see that the prince was acting according to the timeline of the play, and the longer it took, the easier it would be to move on to the next stage.

Simply put, you can use Wu Wang's life to trial and error.

Xiao Xiao now had a rather grim expression as she retorted, "Why do you care where he is? Even if he's a level 10 player, he can't change the situation!"

"More people mean more strength, Xiaoxiao. Don't think I can't see that you know that guy, right? You're just worried that something might happen to him?" Qiao Biluo said viciously.

Xiao Xiao said disdainfully: "What's it to you? You should think about how to get your hand back."

At this moment, a human figure emerged from the shadows on the ground.

When everyone looked over, they were shocked to find that it was the book boy.

He didn't die from the previous knife attack.

Facing Xiaoxiao's rebuttal, Shutong suddenly said, "It really has something to do with us. I didn't notice his existence. The widow may not be in the play at all!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Not hiding? But not even on the stage?!

That means that their play was actually missing someone from the very beginning.

Will the prince investigate this matter later?
After all, if the number of people appearing is reduced for no reason, the other party might get angry!

"Hmph! You slutty bitch, you're quite good at making up stories!" Qiao Biluo cursed sinisterly, "If the prince asks about this later, don't blame us for pushing your mistress out to take the blame!"

Xiaoxiao didn't say anything.

There was just a hint of worry in his eyes.

Although he had just met the widow, she was Yan Shuangying's disciple.

Yan Shuangying saved her again, and she always remembered this favor.

But in the current situation, how can we save the widow?
When everyone was arguing.

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the prince's eyes.

He kicked and picked up the bright silver spear on the ground.

He casually performed a wonderful gun dance, stirring up dust on the ground.

The fluent and brilliant lyrics continued to shout: "Here comes Zhao Zilong from Changshan! He breaks into Cao's camp alone to show his skills! Suddenly I hear a woman's voice beside my ear! I can jump off the saddle and walk."

It was time to move on to the next stage. After the prince had searched for Madam Gan, it was time to search for Madam Mi.

But at this moment, the dust settled and dispersed.

Everyone was shocked.

In the prince's arms, which was as big as a mountain, he was actually holding a human figure.

Fortunately, at first glance, I realized it was just a puppet.

The puppet seemed to be quite small and was wrapped in swaddling clothes.

I think it was after Mrs. Mi committed suicide that Zhao Yun hid A Dou in his arms and planned to break out.

This also means that the prince’s next wave of offensive is about to come.

Everyone stopped fighting immediately.

Focus all your attention on the prince's giant sword and bright silver spear.

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But at this moment.

In the audience seats that the players cannot see.

Wu Wang's breathing became more and more rapid.

With an unpleasant expression, he stared at the prince's heroic and brave image of Zhao Zilong.

It felt like my left wrist was about to burn.

The intense pain stimulated his nerves and he began to wail.

No... It's not just the severe pain in my body, but also a burning sensation in my soul.

It's that remnant soul that's causing trouble!

Damn it! Yuan Shen, please give me some reaction!
Are you also Senior Ju? Do you have the heart to watch me being whipped by a remnant soul and burned?
To round it off, you live on my right wrist, so my body is also half of your home, right?
Someone pooped in your living room! Aren't you angry?
Wu Wang cursed in his heart and looked down at his right wrist.

He suddenly discovered that the red vertical pupil was looking at him with a sarcastic and mocking look.

Damn it! This bastard is really into the show!

"Bai Sha? Why do you look so embarrassed? Is it because the play is not exciting enough?" The troupe owner also noticed that Wu Wang was acting strangely.

In response, he could only force out a wry smile.

"No, I just have some discomfort in my abdomen. I think I have a stomachache. Please forgive me for going to the toilet."

Then he stood up, holding his stomach, and ran away, intending to deal with the problem of the residual soul first.

But who knew that Wu Wanggang had just left the audience.

When it disappeared from the class leader's sight, the residual soul on its wrist suddenly lit up.

In an instant, his left hand was dyed black and white, as strange as if it had been soaked in a bucket of paint.

Even this strange facial mask began to spread along the arms to the neck and head.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Wang turned into a clown.

"Yu... let's perform on the same stage..."

"Wake up soon...Yu..."

Strange whispers rang in my ears.

In a trance, he began to feel changes in the surrounding environment.

The battlefield on the stage seemed to expand again.

When Wu Wang opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find that the six dusty players were standing not far away from him, ready for battle.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat!

Marula! Am I brought into the play?
After all this time, I still have to fight with the prince?

Wait a minute……

Why didn’t I see the prince?
At this time, Wu Wang also felt that there was something wrong with the way the players looked at him.

Shouldn't they be on guard against the prince? Why are they watching him?
Even the location where he was seemed a little off.

It seems that it is a little too high from the ground.

How do I hang two meters in the air?

goo-dong-

Wu Wang swallowed subconsciously.

He seemed to guess where he was now.

He raised his head to glance at the stern-faced prince, feeling the hardness of his biceps above his head and the sharp silver spear against his throat.

I felt like I was being held in the prince's arms...

Oh, that's not right. Logically speaking, before I came here, the prince should not have been in this arresting posture, but should have been hugging and protecting me.

Am I a fucking fool?
"How dare you, a scoundrel, replace my master's descendants? Prepare yourselves for death!"

(End of this chapter)