Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

"Cough cough..."

Behind the artificial rockery, Jiang Qi's hand trembled violently as he unfolded the note.

The handwriting on the paper was rather ugly, making it hard to believe that it came from Lu Zhi's hand.

It took him some time to barely make out the dog-scrawl-like handwriting.

"Remember, your name is Jiang Qi. You have three companions, two of whom are girls named Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue, and I am your boyfriend Lu Zhi."

Lu Zhi's scrawled handwriting, mixed with a faint medicinal scent, made Jiang Qi feel at ease.

A cold wind swept across the pond, carrying withered leaves. He suddenly coughed violently, unable to suppress the metallic taste in his throat.

The ink spread across his palm, and the last word "boyfriend" became ambiguous due to the water stains.

Jiang Qi smiled silently.

He might not believe it if someone else had said it.

But he always believed in his own heart.

My body can't take this much strain; it's still a bit cold outside, and I can't resist it at all.

Jiang Qi pulled his coat tighter, smiling as if he wanted to swallow the note.

Lu Zhi appeared behind Jiang Qi, and with a flick of his fingers, the note was in his hand.

"Brother, let me do it."

"you are not……"

Before Jiang Qi's shocked eyes, Lu Zhi had already swallowed the note.

"I'm worried about you, let me stay with you a little longer."

Jiang Qi remained silent, and seeing this, Lu Zhi became even more emboldened.

"Silence means consent."

The copper bells under the eaves whistled softly in the night wind. Jiang Qi leaned against the vermilion railing, which was covered with withered vines, and Lu Zhi's body heat seeped into his bony shoulders through the soft fabric.

"Brother, have you remembered something?"

Amidst the intertwining scents of herbs and cedar, fleeting memories flickered like faded sketches in a hazy consciousness.

"Think about it again." Lu Zhi's pocket watch chain was wrapped around his wrist, the cold metal pressing against the bulging veins. "I believe in my brother."

Jiang Qi couldn't remember anything at first, but with Lu Zhi's help...

Some images just surfaced in his mind, but they were always swallowed up by the thick fog, leaving him no time to grasp them.

He gripped the railing tightly in frustration, the moss grinding into his palm and releasing a fishy, ​​astringent juice that felt more real than the rusty taste in his throat.

Lu Zhi withdrew his hand and carefully wiped Jiang Qi's palm with a tissue.

"Brother, if you can't remember, you don't have to think about it. I won't force you."

"Come on, let's go back to our room."

Soft whispers could be heard from inside the west wing.

"Since He Yuping is played by a player, she must be an important character."

Lin Wanchu spoke with certainty, clearly agreeing with her own thoughts.

Lin Wanchu is quite adept at piecing together clues from existing leads.

The fact that it involves the bride, and that it's set in the Republican era, makes it inextricably linked to ghost marriages.

Perhaps one of them will be pushed out to be a puppet bride.

Lin Wanchu was assuming the worst about everyone around her.

The woman couldn't quite make out He Yuping's image from her description, so she had to meet her in person.

After all, they are players in a united front.

She wouldn't exactly be considered deliberately difficult, but if she didn't put on a show of it, the NPCs would inevitably become suspicious.

Oh, why didn't I remind the nanny a little more earlier?

Such a sentence: "If that girl comes back, remember to let me know, don't keep me waiting."

Why didn't she think of that!

Oh dear, that was a mistake.

Lin Wanchu angrily pounded her head.

During the Republic of China era, there were no clocks as convenient as those of today; people could only tell the passage of time by the sound of bells.

Lin Wanchu had a pocket watch and knew the exact time.

Their death day will be just one more day away.

"Boom boom boom——"

The knocking on the door continued incessantly.

The old woman's voice came from outside the door.

"Miss, that boy is here again."

Before Lin Wanchu could respond, the Western-style clock in the west courtyard chimed a few more times.

The gears of the gilded enamel pocket watch vibrated in my palm, and the cool metal casing was damp with a thin layer of sweat.

Only she knew that it was the third quarter of the hour of Xu (7:45 PM).

It's already 7:45 PM, who's in such a hurry?

After a short while, Lin Wanchu slowly appeared.

The old nanny was a perfect wingman, whispering in her ear, "Miss, should I continue to guard the door for you? You can do whatever you want today."

Lin Wanchu didn't understand the intricacies of the situation and refused her.

"Tell him you're too tired today and need to rest for a while. I'll go find him when I want to...be affectionate."

The old woman didn't say anything more, and closed the door, intending to leave.

In a flash, Lin Wanchu immediately figured out the whole story and smiled enigmatically.

Could the man who came looking for the original owner of this body be here for a secret rendezvous?

At first, the two tasted the sweetness after their trysts, and the man personally came to her door to make love.

Then He Yuping accidentally stumbled upon it, which made He Yuelin even more resentful.

The old woman walked very fast, completely unaware of the figure following behind her.

The air in the flower hall was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and the aunt's small sandalwood prayer beads spun rapidly in her hand.

The master's cough came from behind the screen, mixed with the ticking of the Western clock, like a dull knife scraping against a bluestone slab.

"The Prince's Mansion next door..." As the eldest concubine began to speak, the Buddhist prayer beads suddenly snapped, and the sandalwood beads rolled all over the ground.

"The two children are destined to be together; their birth dates and times are compatible. There will definitely be no problem with them marrying into the family."

There were three knocks at the door, and the eldest aunt got up to open it.

The head maid immediately pushed the door open and whispered in the eldest concubine's ear, "She's here."

After delivering the message, the old woman withdrew on her own.

After a while, Lu Xue knelt on the ground, watching the Buddhist beads rolling all over the place as she listened to the two people on the seat chanting in unison.

"Given the current situation..."

The old man's pipe made a dull thud as it tapped on the rosewood table, and Lu Xue noticed the jade thumb ring on his thumb gleaming with a murky light.

She suddenly wanted to laugh. She had spoken kindly on the surface, but she was willing to sacrifice an insignificant girl in exchange for a better life.

She knew that the couple's purpose in taking He Yuping in was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

All they had to do was trick her into going to the neighboring royal palace to arrange a ghost marriage for their youngest son who had died young.

And coincidentally, He Yuping's birth date and time were so auspicious that no one could refuse.

The He and Wang families were old friends, and the Wang family was a renowned merchant family.

This would strengthen the ties between the two families; why not?

All it takes is sacrificing one woman to gain numerous benefits.

Perhaps no one in this mansion would dare to disobey the master.

However, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let her come.

"I understand."

She interrupted the conversation, her fingertips lightly brushing against the lotus-patterned trim on the cuff of her sleeve.

As she got up, she deliberately knocked over a teacup, spilling Biluochun tea onto her aunt's peacock blue silk cheongsam, leaving a dark water stain.

The eldest concubine was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

Anyone want her? He Yuping's current body is inhabited by Lu Xue.

Lu Xue rushed out the door without turning her head.

As moonlight streamed through the corridor, the snow stopped outside the diamond-shaped window of the east wing.

She heard the rustling of fabric, and a hem of a dress embroidered with twin lotus blossoms flashed past behind the moon gate.

In the shadows among the gardenia bushes, half of a pocket watch cover, bound with red thread, gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The sandalwood had somehow acquired a rusty smell, and Lu Xue couldn't help but look up at the century-old locust tree in the courtyard.

Time here is distorted, and even spacetime is chaotic.

What should they do?

As He Yuping, she had no choice but to take risks.

Let's examine the ghost marriage held at the Prince's Mansion and see what conspiracy is hidden within.