Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Lu Xue leaned forward, forcing the sharp-tongued old woman back three steps.

"Hahaha……"

With a sudden burst of laughter, she rushed forward and started fighting with the old woman with lightning speed, saying, "You all say it's fate, but I'll change how fate is written."

Even Xu Cangsheng couldn't stop her; the sharp-tongued old woman was beaten and forced to retreat, dodging and cursing as she went.

Why did you hit me? I didn't do anything wrong!

Someone nearby echoed his sentiments and offered kind words of advice.

"You can't just start hitting people without even knowing what's going on!"

Lu Xue sneered and pointed her finger directly at the other person's face.

"Do I need you to remind me to beat a dog?!"

When Lu Xue goes berserk, no one can stop her. She argues with everyone she sees, and Xu Cangsheng thought she was possessed by some evil spirit.

Xu Cangsheng's pale fingertips barely brushed against her fluttering sleeves, but he was startled by the spittle flying towards him and took a half step back.

She could only weakly say, "Miss, please calm down."

The old woman, supporting her crooked hair bun adorned with pearls, wailed at the top of her lungs, "Damn it! Has Fourth Miss been bewitched by a weasel?!"

"Whether the weasel is bewitched or not, I don't know, but your stench is quite something..."

Lu Xue suddenly leaned down, the gold-embroidered hem brushing against the old woman's nose. "You must have just crawled out of Rouge Lane in the south of the city, right?"

Gasps of breath came from the shadows.

Just as Xu Cangsheng was about to speak, he suddenly saw Lu Xue turn her head sharply, her apricot-shaped eyes surging with a kind of chilling madness.

"You and your mother are exactly the same kind of people!"

Okay, now it's Xu Cangsheng's turn to speak up too.

These words were like a red-hot branding iron, piercing through Xu Cangsheng's usual gentle demeanor.

She gripped the silver needle hidden in her sleeve, then suddenly smiled and said, "Miss is right. There's no need to worry about the owner's feelings when beating a dog."

She had long disapproved of what these people were doing; it was infuriating.

Xu Cangsheng quickly joined Lu Xue.

The two men, united in their hatred, were determined to give that man a good beating.

The moment the two girls looked at each other, the twilight sharpened a similar edge in their eyes.

Lu Xue kicked one of the old women who was helping her to the ground, a move that startled the people around her, causing them to scream and run away.

Xu Cangsheng pressed the person against the moss-covered wall, and as his embroidered shoes rolled over the person's scattered silver hairpin, it was as if he had crushed a pile of filthy memories.

The maidservant who was crouching behind the two was already eager to report the enemy situation to her master.

This person happened to be the head maid who served the third young lady.

She followed them all the way, but couldn't understand what the two were saying in their broken English.

However, she had taken on the task of following He Yuping, and now she was heading home.

The crowd suddenly parted to form a path.

A white lantern flickered in the twilight, its dim light casting a pale shadow on the person's gray-blue robe.

The hunched figure of the butler, He Fu, slowly emerged.

He Fu bowed deeply, the jade pendant at his waist clinking, but unable to suppress the ashes of paper money stained his clothes: "Fourth Miss, Master requests your return."

"The master is waiting in the ancestral hall now."

A few strands of gray hair, torn off, were still tangled around Lu Xue's fingertips.

She gazed at the ink-black character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") on the lantern paper, and upon hearing this, her anger vanished instantly.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

The old woman's face was covered in scratches, while Lu Xue was completely unharmed.

She slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on her cuffs and then casually tidied the stray hairs at her temples, as if her earlier madness had never existed.

The silver hairpin swayed gently in the evening breeze: "Please lead the way, Uncle Fu."

A dark shadow seemed to flash by in the darkness.

Xu Cangsheng suddenly leaned close to her ear, his breath warm: "That person is gone."

Lu Xue smiled slightly and obediently followed behind He Fu.

While Lin Wanchu was in a daze, the old woman hurriedly asked to see her outside the door.

The woman was no longer in the side room, and the two brothers had gone to catch up with old friends, so she was left alone.

"Come in."

Only after hearing those simple words did the old woman dare to push the door open and come in.

He closed the door while talking to himself.

"Third Miss, this old servant heard you clearly."

"Along the way, the lowly maid and the servant girl were whispering something, which sounded like underworld slang."

Lin Wanchu casually crossed her legs, cracking sunflower seeds into her mouth.

"Oh? Tell me what you mean."

The old woman repeated it word by word, her face showing a look of self-satisfaction.

"Hiss, it seems that odd changes and even remains the same, and the sign depends on the quadrant."

Lin Wanchu leaned against the Xiangfei couch, her slender fingers casually fiddling with the enamel pocket watch.

As the watch case opened and closed, the mirror reflected the old woman's fawning face—this was the original owner's most trusted maid, but now she had become her tool for spying on the players.

"Let's get down to business first."

Lin Wanchu lifted her eyelids slightly, as if she wasn't interested in such things.

Inside the side room, the old woman spat the melon seed shells into the spittoon.

The candlelight cast eerie shadows on her wrinkled face.

"Third Miss, I've found out the information you asked me to gather about that bitch Yuping. The old maid we paid for has already made her feel utterly ashamed."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Wanchu interrupted him.

"If you spend money to get things done, isn't it a waste if she doesn't do a good job?"

The old woman dared not refute, only agreeing with what the young lady said.

"He Yuping will definitely feel embarrassed at that time and will leave the He residence in a sorry state."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanchu replied calmly, "Oh, thank you for your hard work, Granny."

"You did a good job. Continue to investigate their whereabouts, but absolutely do not expose them. If you succeed, you'll be in for a world of trouble."

The old woman's expression froze slightly, and she said incredulously, "Huh? What did you say, Third Miss?"

Immediately, Lin Wanchu changed the subject.

"Of course, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

The old woman couldn't suppress the smile on her face, and she lowered her head, intending to leave.

"Also, from now on, you can only call me Miss in the He family mansion. You are not allowed to call me Third Miss. Do you understand?"

The nanny quickly replied, "Yes, Miss."

Lin Wanchu was overjoyed; she had obtained the identities of two companions so effortlessly.

In her memory, she had not instructed the nanny to investigate He Yuping, which was a huge advantage for her.

It seems that the original owner of this body truly hated He Yuping, who was taken home by the He family.

The once smooth-sailing third young lady of the He family finally felt a sense of crisis when faced with the sudden arrival of a child born to a mistress.

Not only was he afraid that she would steal his father's love, but also the affection of his two older brothers.

This time, He Yanqing not only brought her a gift—a gilded pocket watch.

They also brought He Yunzhi some medicine to help him recover.

Lin Wanchu saw clearly the subtle actions the two took when they met.

The two brothers wouldn't be openly practicing orthopedics, but their relationship is definitely not innocent.

There's only one possibility: she's a player like her.

Their behavior was so intimate; He Yanqing's eyes seemed glued to He Yunzhi.

Having seen through everything, she simply smiled and didn't expose him.

They're not enemies, so why would they try to trip each other up?

Moreover, it seems that He Yanqing knows much more about the He family than she imagined.

You need to be reserved then, after all, the other party is your older brother, and you can't ask for trouble.

Outside the carved window, Lu Zhi was helping Jiang Qi through the flower stand.

They had their wives' permission, so naturally they didn't hold back much.

Lu Zhi's well-defined hand rested against Jiang Qi's thin back.

At the point where the moon-white long robe and black trench coat overlapped, Jiang Qi's wrist, half wrapped in bandages, was faintly visible.

"Let me wander around on my own for a while."

Jiang Qi is a patient now, so Lu Zhi has no choice but to listen to him.

However, he would still keep an eye on Jiang Qi's every move from behind.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhi produced a dark blue cloak. "Put this on properly. Just call me if you need anything."

Jiang Qi nodded, watching Lu Zhi's departing figure.