[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game":3,"chapter-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-35":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Who Speedruns the Supernatural Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2296704,4492,"Chapter 35: There","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>“...That’s the situation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If anyone else in the village finds out, things will become extremely dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go buy a few tangerines; you stay right here, don’t move.” Wu Wang said solemnly after explaining her current dire predicament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best-case scenario is that the [Spiritual Disaster Game] has fabricated this Fuben  world based on reality, and the girl before me is merely an AI version of Wu Xiaoyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst-case scenario—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the past from five years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything I do here will affect the true reality; if this version of Wu Xiaoyou dies in this broken village, the second sister who bickers with me daily at home will vanish too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter what, Wu Wang cannot afford to gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Do I know you?” Wu Xiaoyou asked uncertainly as the beggar boy rose to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, even safety and comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after he’d just spouted a string of utterly absurd things, she didn’t feel the slightest doubt—she instinctively chose to believe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve an ordinary face; others copy my face, others copy my features, but you can’t copy my flavor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Wu Wang leapt high into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid damaging the wooden door, he used a double jump to flip out through the hole above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xiaoyou, lying on the bed resting, stared in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit! What the hell was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom! I just saw qinggong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this guy really be Zhang Sanfeng reincarnated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the thatched hut, Wu Wang immediately observed his surroundings—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Yuan Village was quite large, estimated to have over a hundred households, and the houses were arranged in orderly fashion, unlike the haphazard, scattered dwellings common in rural areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it wasn’t just orderly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt more like the entire village’s layout had been deliberately designed into some kind of pattern, though he couldn’t judge the exact details without an aerial view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, only one brown-black building directly opposite his thatched hut sat halfway up the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All other structures were at the foot of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but admire how that old lady climbed this steep mountain path every time she brought food to Zhang Sanfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After briefly noting the layout’s oddities, Wu Wang sprinted down the mountain at an incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fast he caught up to and passed the old lady who had just been slowly descending, walking beside her was a bearded, unkempt man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The double jump made Wu Wang feel as if he were walking on flat ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He evaded their notice and descended ahead of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he neared the village gate, his skin suddenly began to melt; his figure grew slightly plump, no longer the gaunt, stick-thin form of the beggar boy, and his features transformed into those of the middle-aged woman who had just delivered the bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already admired her enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Might as well borrow her face for a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the old lady’s figure hadn’t deteriorated too badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his ragged clothes might not have held up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Aunt Li, you’re bringing food back to that little madman again?” A shirtless man at his doorway, slaughtering a pig and draining its blood, greeted Wu Wang’s disguise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yep, can’t stand seeing that kid go hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang’s tone was utterly natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such flawless, effortless acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was thanks to his time spent intensely attending wedding banquets in hotels, and occasionally joining funeral or house-moving feasts on the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the province where Mingyang City lies has a severe custom of hosting banquets for every minor or major occasion, just to collect social favors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang strongly despised this behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To counter it, he contributed by spending an entire month, nearly every meal, walking into hotels with signs reading “XX and XX Celebrate Their Wedding” or entering funeral feasts with mourners in sackcloth and ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’d lie, claiming to be a relative of one side, sit down anywhere, and start eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone approached him, he’d fabricate stories—distant aunts, uncles, cousins from all over—giving them the illusion that such a person really existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To date, he’d never been caught or kicked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so kind. Go home and prepare your ancestral offerings; it’s already late.” The man chuckled, his hands never slowing as he drained the pig’s blood—fast, brutal, precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly a seasoned butcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang casually asked: “What offerings are you preparing this year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted the pig’s back with his knife. “The usual three: two pigs, two oxen, two sheep! But Aunt Li, your harvest this year seems poor—don’t skimp on offerings and anger the Yin Yuan Deity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No worries, you keep busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wang chuckled and slipped into the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, the old lady and the man descended the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man busy with the slaughter, they greeted him: “Daozi, still at it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was wiping sweat with a towel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He automatically replied: “Yeah, Aunt Li, you just delivered food and came down… Huh? Wait, didn’t you just go back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately rubbed his eyes with the towel, blinking hard at the old lady, confusion and bewilderment growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No problem! Aunt Li and Uncle Li came from the front mountain this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then who was the person who just spoke to me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did I just encounter a ghost in broad daylight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man involuntarily shivered, a chill creeping up his spine—especially since these days were the sacred period leading up to the Yin Yuan Grand Offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely afraid of encountering something unclean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong, Daozi? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Uncle Li teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man’s face turned ashen, as if he’d swallowed a fly, and he nodded weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Li… I think I really saw a ghost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man recounted everything that had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, asking Uncle Li to help finish the slaughter, he hurried into the village to ask the elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an incident occurring during this sacred time was deeply unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to know if anything strange had ever happened during past Yin Yuan Grand Offerings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But upon entering the village, they noticed most villagers had strange expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a couple, usually deeply affectionate, were screaming at each other as if they’d broken ties completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on, folks? Why are you all acting like enemies?” Uncle Li pulled them aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One young man answered: “My wife says she saw Brother Wang enter a widow’s house and shut the door for a long time; Brother Wang says his wife was flirting with Doctor Chen; Sister Zhang says she saw her child talking nonsense to empty air in the open field; Hu’s eldest son says his father suddenly beat him, but his father was helping set up the ceremony square at the time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In short, many people saw their own family members appearing where they shouldn’t be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Li, you don’t think… we’ve got a ghost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Li and Daozi exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their scalps prickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just the gate—this was happening throughout the village too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They conferred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shouted to go find the village chief—he was old and knew everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, a boy with a swollen head ran from the ancestral hall, crying: “Grandpa! Grandpa! Stop! I didn’t do it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they asked around,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions grew even more peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the village chief’s grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those in the ancestral hall said the boy had just come in and spoken nonsense to the chief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were only two sentences—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa! Since it’s the Yin Yuan Grand Offering these days, can you promise me one thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve called you Grandpa for years—now say ‘Grandpa’ to me once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Yin Yuan Village fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What unclean thing has entered this village?\u003C\u002Fp>",1300,"2026-06-20T05:36:16.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","186729ffdf0c4a48e6686e57e56fb03bf0ab540f50a09f27a5a3103408331fd6","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-36","the-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-chapter-34",331,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-who-speedruns-the-supernatural-game-cover.jpg"]