Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 278 The Failed Man!

Hear the sound of a collar rattling.

Wu Wang suddenly turned his head and looked at the servant.

The other party pointed at his face helplessly.

"Roar?"

He raised his hand and tried to touch it, only to find that his hands had become thick lion claws, and even had sharp nails sticking out from the front of his shoes.

His face was covered with mane like the lion in front of him, and even when he spoke, his only sounds were roars.

Obviously, if this continues.

Wu Wang is about to become a real beast and lion.

So the servant had to pull the collar to interrupt his conversation with the lion.

Sure enough, with the sound of the collar.

The intermittent speech of the elephant-like lion in front of him became increasingly vague.

Finally it turned into a feral roar again.

It was as if the human language it spoke just now was just a dream.

Seeing this situation, Wu Wang also sighed helplessly.

He stretched his hand, which had turned into a beast's claw, in front of his mouth.

He opened his mouth to reveal equally animalistic fangs.

It bit again and a lot of blood flowed out.

wow-

Let the blood flow onto the twisted [pseudo-human flesh].

Wu Wang threw it into the lion's mouth.

Click - click -

This time, it didn't spit it out.

Instead, he enjoyed the meal with an expression of wanting more.

There seems to be some bone in the raw meat.

There was a crunching sound as it was crushed in the lion's bloody mouth.

bang-

The door of the iron cage opened again.

The animal trainer Qiuxiang stood outside and said with a smile, "Congratulations to both of you for successfully interacting with our lion king Simba."

"Is there anything else I can do to help you two?"

Facing her smiling face.

The servant walked out of the iron cage and asked, "Can this state be restored to normal?"

What he was referring to was naturally Wu Wang's current appearance, which looked like the cursed beast prince in "Beauty and the Beast".

In response, Qiuxiang just stroked her tail.

He said dissatisfiedly, "Is there anything wrong with that? I think he's very handsome."

Seeing that she still had that joking attitude, the servant was about to get angry and ask more questions.

But Wu Wang came over.

He doesn't care at all about his current appearance.

Just smacking my lips and caring about another issue——

"What is its secret? What is your secret?"

Qiuxiang heard this question.

Silently placing his fingers in front of her plump lips, he made a silencing gesture and said, "Shh~"

"The reason a secret is called a secret is that it cannot be told to outsiders."

"It's very ungentlemanly and impolite to pry into other people's secrets."

After saying that, she snatched the whip from Wu Wang's hand.

He swung it towards him who looked like a wild beast.

Snapped--

The whip was swung at high speed, making a crackling sound.

It hit Wu Wang's back of the hand hard.

In an instant, the furry claws were torn into pieces and covered in blood.

However, what was strange was that under the whip, the mane on Wu Wang's face and his face that had begun to twist into a beast-like shape gradually returned to normal.

In the blink of an eye, he was back to his human appearance as when he first entered the door.

But the slightly sour smell emanating from his body did not fade away.

The lion not far away stared at him with a cold look in his eyes.

"Whether human or beast, they are all animals in the end."

"There is nothing that cannot be tamed, only the means and the timing are not right."

"If you don't like this look, I'll take it back."

"I just have to go prepare the props for the performance, so please help yourselves."

“Looking forward to meeting you next time.”

Qiuxiang shrugged and turned away.

But how could Wu Wang let her leave?

He hurried forward and planned to continue asking questions.

Unexpectedly, Qiuxiang's figure became increasingly faint.

Finally, it dissipated like mist in the backstage of this circus.

The iron cage behind him, which was dozens of meters long, wide and high, also disappeared.

Only a large open space was left, as if there had never been any lion or wild beast here.

Faced with this strange situation.

The two looked at each other.

"One circus coin can only be used for one interaction." Wu Wang muttered to himself.

So this is what Anthony, the ticket seller at the door, meant.

But judging from what Qiuxiang said.

They still have a chance to meet again.

Does it mean after the official performance?

After all, circus coins can be used to interact backstage again after the performance.

In response to this, the servant pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go find Jasmine first and learn about this circus from her. Or after we know what she wants to do, we can decide who to interact with."

As they spoke, the two of them came to the pile of covered prop boxes.

This is also the location where the lion said the clown mirror was placed.

However, when they were about to lift the rag.

But he was stopped by a pair of giant hands.

Looking up, I saw the giant Allen who was several meters tall.

He said in a muffled voice, "It's impolite to use other people's things without permission."

"If you two insist on breaking the rules, then I can only ask you to leave."

This also made them feel a little embarrassed.

Especially when they saw that the other party's fists were bigger than their heads and the muscles on their arms were as angular as granite.

It was obvious that this guy wanted to crush two ordinary people.

Most likely it's simpler than that lion.

After all, the advantages of human form over wild beasts are too great.

Just because Wu Wang could dodge the lion's attack doesn't mean he could dodge the giant's grasp.

Take the speed at which he stretched out his hand just now as an example.

The two of them barely felt a gust of wind before Alan's tall figure appeared before them.

Before him, force is a ridiculous struggle.

"Then may I ask whose things are these? Whose consent do we need to ask before we can touch them?" Wu Wang asked sincerely.

This can be seen from the situation of the animal trainer Qiuxiang earlier.

These circus performers are essentially very welcoming to their guests.

As long as it is a question they can answer, they will basically tell you everything they know.

Such a simple inquiry is naturally no problem.

Sure enough, Allen immediately said, "Joker, this is Joker's stuff. You can touch it after he gives you permission."

"Where is the clown? I don't seem to see him backstage?" asked the servant.

He and Wu Wang both knew it very well.

There is most likely more than one clown in a circus.

After all, besides Jasmine, there is also the clown who made the CD trap.

If you do as the lion said.

Jasmine hid in the mirror.

That CD clown should be the current clown of the circus.

But the giant Allen shook his head and said, "I don't know. He hasn't come out of his mirror for a long time."

"?"

You mean to say that if we want to touch the mirror, we need to ask a clown's permission.

However, he is now hiding in the mirror. If you want to find him, you need to touch the mirror first?

Isn't this a fucking vicious cycle?
Are you playing with a logical loop here?
But looking at the giant, Allen had no intention of moving aside.

They were also somewhat helpless.

It is impossible to force your way in, not only is there this giant blocking the way, but there are also so many circus performers around.

It seems that everyone has his or her own unique skills.

Just follow their rules.

At this dilemma.

The appearance of a voice broke the deadlock between the three people.

"If the two distinguished guests really want to see the [Mirror of the Weeping Clown], there are ways around it."

They turned their heads when they heard the sound.

What he saw was the fortune teller with the third eye on his head - Yuan Disha.

He was sitting on a magic carpet that looked like the one in Aladdin's lamp, playing with the crystal ball in his hand and smiling at the two of them.

Wu Wang and his servant walked up to him.

Ask for specific methods.

Looking at the fortune teller, he just smiled and said nothing.

They also immediately understood what the other party wanted. This time it was the servant who took out the circus coins.

The fortune teller took the coin and tapped it against the crystal ball.

The strange thing was that the coin, which was as hard as iron, seemed to have touched some kind of liquid.

It fell into the crystal ball without any obstruction.

Suddenly, a purple gas appeared, carrying the coin and began to rush around in the crystal ball.

Until the originally transparent crystal ball became completely turbid.

Yuan Disha then said, "Come on, place your hands on the crystal ball."

"After I have performed a divination for the two distinguished guests, I will be able to tell you how to contact the Mirror of the Weeping Clown."

"Who goes first? Who goes last?"

Look at him being so mysterious.

The servant took the lead and pressed it.

He turned around and looked at Wu Wang and asked, "Why is your life so dark?"

This was the third question they agreed to ask to prove their identity.

He must first make sure that Wu Wang is still himself.

Rather than a monster assimilated by a [pseudo-human].

After all, the other party had just experienced the special situation of beast transformation, and he was worried that the progress of the [pseudo-human]'s assimilation would become even worse.

In response, Wu Wang just smiled and said, "Because I lent all the light to Tiga back then, my life is now filled with darkness."

After finishing, he added a few words.

"I'll give you a few more questions to verify my identity later—"

"What's the difference between empirical conclusions and personal experience? What are the turning points in life? Why was Louis XVI always rational?"

These answers made the servant nod.

All a fake person can do is imitate.

They are unable to truly understand the meaning of human language and emotions, let alone something more abstract based on this.

After confirming that Yan Shuangying is fine.

Only then did he turn his gaze back to the fortune teller.

The other party slowly closed his eyes.

But the vertical pupil in the middle of his forehead was blinking wildly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The fortune teller's voice began to become vague and ethereal.

"In you, I see strength, sadness, loneliness, fragility, and sacrifice."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servant boy suddenly discovered that the crystal ball in front of him had changed.

The purple mist began to dissipate.

Like a 3D projector, many images are displayed inside the ball——

There was the horrific scene of being cut in half in an ancient castle; there was the eerie sight of myself in a field where fingers grew like rice, with tentacles and scales spitting out of my mouth; there was the insignificance of myself being possessed by ghosts in a dark prison and losing all vitality; and there was the tragic scene of myself being beheaded in public at the entrance of a vegetable market...

These pictures all depict the failures that the paper man [Shu Tong] experienced in various nightmare-level dungeons.

Most nightmare-level dungeons cannot be conquered in one go.

Just like the paper man "Shutong" in "Liyuan Anecdotes", he had failed several times before Wu was defeated.

At the same time, a feminine and thin man appeared in the crystal ball, lying in the witch's tent.

His face turned pale and he couldn't help spitting blood.

Although the origami technique allows him to not be present in person at the dungeon.

But every time he fails, the death of the paper man will cause his original body to suffer backlash and some penalties from the spiritual disaster game.

This is why the witch needs to keep an eye on his true form.

To prevent him from actually dying due to the backlash.

In a sense, this is actually a way to conquer a large number of copies at the same time.

It is tantamount to forcibly torturing one's own soul.

Not everyone has Wu Wang's ability to be immortal.

Ability to refresh one's own status through death.

While [Qin Shusheng] is powerful enough to surpass most Spiritual Disaster players, he is actually extremely fragile.

Because his soul was in a state of extreme tension.

It may drift away at any time like a kite with a broken string.

Giving everything, sacrificing oneself, yet no one remembers.

Is it worth it?

Even if it’s worth it, will I really succeed?
After all, the public beta is imminent, and there are still so many nightmare-level dungeons that have not been conquered.

It seems as if one can already foresee the complete destruction of human society by the Spiritual Disaster Game.

The picture is beginning to fall apart.

"How dare you! How dare you spy on me?"

Suddenly, a beautiful face appeared in the crystal ball.

The angry eyes of the witch wearing a witch hat seemed to be looking at this side through the crystal ball.

It's as chilling as the frost of eternal years.

A wooden staff appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Stomped hard on the ground!
Click——

In an instant, a crack appeared on the crystal ball.

The picture disappeared in an instant and became extremely blurry, just like the snowy screen on an old-fashioned TV with a lost signal.

Shu Tong was originally deeply trapped in his countless failures.

The brilliance in his eyes was almost dissipating.

But the witch suddenly woke up.

He took his hands off the crystal ball and stared at the fortune teller.

"It seems that the distinguished guest has made up his mind. I will not make any further suggestions."

"I'll give you a small gift."

After saying this, the fortune teller opened his eyes.

He reached inside his clothes and pulled out a long card.

Hand it to the servant.

That's a tarot card.

The card is - The Hanged Man.

The servant took the card in silence.

He turned around and asked Wu Wang, "Did you see the image in the crystal ball just now?"

In response, Wu Wang just shook his head.

in his field of vision.

The crystal ball is always a fuzzy purple.

I think only the person who puts his hand on it can see the picture.

Outsiders cannot detect its secrets.

The fortune teller also turned his attention to Wu Wang.

"Dear guest, it's your turn."

Wu Wang didn't put his hand on it at the first moment.

Instead, he jokingly said, "You know what? In my opinion, crystal ball divination is all about guidance and matching."

"It's like interpreting various horoscopes. The fortune teller uses general, vague adjectives that almost everyone can relate to, and then the customer will try to identify themselves with them, and even think that the description is extremely apt, not realizing that it's just the result of their own imagination."

"But this is the first time I've seen a fortune teller who doesn't give any advice or interpretation."

"What exactly is your interaction?"

Although I don’t know what the servant boy saw, he now looks a little solemn.

But that doesn't stop him from saying bad things.

Facing the provocation of Wu's death.

The fortune teller just smiled.

He reached out and touched the crystal ball.

Pointing to the cracks on it, he said, "I like to fail."

"Like the man just now, he felt guilty about his countless failures, and I also felt sorry for not being able to keep him."

"That's all."

"I will keep this crack forever."

“I am a paradox of success and a fortune teller of failure.”