Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

That night, after Lu Xue left, Lin Wanchu emerged from the shadows.

He Yuping clearly bears a familiar shadow of herself.

I just followed the old woman and learned that the man who was having an affair with He Yuelin was just an ordinary scholar. What's even more shocking is that He Yuelin is already two months pregnant.

After eavesdropping on the information he wanted, he also happened to overhear the conversation between the master and the concubine in the side room.

It's truly a case of unintended consequences leading to unexpected success.

Not only did she learn the secret about the original owner, but she also inadvertently caused her to meet Lu Xue at such a fast pace.

It seems that everything is in the players' favor.

Before Lin Wanchu could think further, the hands of the gilded pocket watch she was clutching tightly were spinning wildly counterclockwise.

As the blood moon hung atop the bell tower of Jinling City, Lu Xue was being pressed in front of a carved bronze mirror to have her eyebrows drawn.

The mirror reflected the six matchmakers behind them, their lead powder falling off their faces to reveal bluish-gray lividity.

"Young mistress is so lucky." The matchmaker grinned, revealing bits of meat stuck between her gold teeth. "The Prince's Mansion next door is a well-known merchant family. Marrying into their household will save you a lot of trouble."

Lu Xue was too lazy to even complain; this scene felt so familiar.

Upon learning He Yuping's identity as the bride, Lin Wanchu felt particularly uneasy.

The celebrations held at the Prince's Mansion were not as ostentatious, but the level of danger was definitely higher than at the He Mansion.

She couldn't bear to part with him, so she suggested that he marry in Lu Xue's place.

Lin Wanchu couldn't bear to see her get hurt or be in danger; she only wanted her to grow up healthily under her protection.

Lin Wanchu had no reason to think about it.

From then on, she devised a plan.

That is—switching the beams and pillars.

Suddenly, the bronze mirror was filled with a bloody mist, and the bridal chamber reflected in the mirror instantly changed its appearance.

Beneath the faded double happiness character lay a black lacquered coffin, and the dragon and phoenix gown that Lu Xue was wearing had become her burial clothes!

Behind them, the faces of the matchmakers peeled off in a flurry, revealing stark white bones.

"At midnight, the auspicious time has arrived—"

The hoarse singing pierced her eardrums, and Lu Xue suddenly looked up.

Dark red liquid seeped from the edge of the bronze mirror, winding its way out the characters "Yu Ping".

"Miss, be careful!"

Xu Cangsheng, who was standing beside him, suddenly screamed.

Ripples spread across the surface of the bronze mirror, and a pale blue hand pierced through the lens, gripping Lu Xue's fair wrist tightly.

She staggered backward, her gold-embroidered wedding robes overturning the dressing table, and her white jade comb shattered into three pieces on the ground.

A flurry of footsteps could be heard outside the door.

As Lu Xue struggled, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror—on the stage, which should have been empty, stood a bride in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown.

The wedding dress was blindingly red, and the twin lotus flowers embroidered with gold thread gleamed with an eerie blue light under the candlelight.

The bride's veil was lifted by the night wind, revealing a pale chin that looked exactly like He Yuelin's.

A thunderclap boomed, and suddenly the sound of suona horns came from the direction of the stage.

It wasn't the festive "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix," but rather "Crying to Heaven," played during a funeral procession.

Lu Xue's wrist was in even more pain, and the ghostly hand in the mirror was dragging her into the bronze mirror.

The shattered jade comb suddenly emitted a faint glow.

She vaguely saw He Yuping's mother on the stage, waving her water sleeves and singing the song "The Peony Pavilion": "The flowers were in full bloom, but now they are all given to broken wells and crumbling walls..."

Why didn't you tell me, your older sister, about Yuping's marriage?

The carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and the third young lady, He Yuelin, stepped in wearing pearl-embroidered satin shoes.

The matchmaker looked embarrassed and was about to explain.

Lin Wanchu stepped past the matchmaker and lightly pinched He Yuping's chin with her fingernails: "A maid born to a concubine, does she deserve to wear a Suzhou embroidery wedding dress? Does she really think she is a young lady of the He family?"

"Mistress, tie her up and change her clothes."

The six matchmakers were all shocked, and even Lu Xue's eyes flashed with surprise. "Absolutely not, Third Miss..."

"What, you don't take me seriously anymore?"

The matchmaker looked terrified, and her fingers trembled slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll throw you all to the dogs."

"Or do you dare to delay the auspicious time?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The head matchmaker strained her voice and managed a weak laugh.

"Come, do the Third Miss's makeup and hair!"

Lu Xue and Xu Cangsheng were still confused when they were kicked out.

Lu Xue's bright red wedding dress, which she had just taken off, was still warm. Lin Wanchu picked up the hem of the dress, intending to put it on.

To everyone's surprise, half of a yellowed letter was revealed, with handwriting as delicate as the cloud hands of a theatrical performer: "Ping'er was born on the day of the Awakening of Insects. May the mountains and rivers be safe and sound, and may spring rain nourish all living beings."

Lin Wanchu looked around, but the matchmaker's face showed no unusual expression.

It seems that only she can see this letter.

"The auspicious time has arrived—"

The sound of suona horns came from outside the door again. The tune was clearly "Double Happiness," but it was more mournful than funeral music.

Two paper maids pushed open the door, their pale cheeks gleaming phosphorescently in the moonlight.

Lin Wanchu was dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with a red veil on her head.

She was staggered as she was helped out of the room. The bridal sedan chair was actually a locust wood coffin painted red, with countless soul-suppressing nails nailed into the curtain.

The coffin was lined with a brocade quilt with mandarin ducks, and Lin Wanchu was forcibly stuffed into the coffin.

The sedan chair suddenly jolted, and in the instant her veil slipped off, she saw the eight "people" carrying the sedan chair barely touching the ground with their toes.

Moonlight pierced through their bodies, casting flat shadows of paper figures on the ground.

The candlelight in the wedding hall was a pale green, and the guests sat stiffly, while black water dripped from the hem of their burial clothes.

Half of the double happiness character hanging high in the hall had fallen off, revealing the pale white character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") behind it.

As the red candle burst open with a single flame, Lin Wanchu was dragged out again.

In a daze, she heard scratching sounds coming from inside the coffin.

Two eternal lamps in the mourning hall flickered on and off, illuminating the gilded and red-painted character "奠" (meaning "offering") on the offering table. The scarlet color was the same as her wedding dress.

"Young mistress, it's time to toast the young master."

The matchmaker's withered hands gripped Lin Wanchu's wrist, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

A crack appeared in the locust wood coffin at some point, and moonlight shone through for a fleeting moment.

Lin Wanchu saw five dark red scratch marks on the inner wall of the coffin lid, like plum branches soaked in blood.

Fortunately, she made it in time.

Otherwise, if Lu Xue herself saw this scene, she probably wouldn't be able to bear it.

The moment the nuptial wine was poured onto the coffin, a chilling wind suddenly arose.

Suddenly, several cracks appeared on the offering table, and the two ever-burning lamps went out with a "poof".

The matchmaker let out a strange, gurgling laugh, her pale face showing signs of rigor mortis in the moonlight: "The hundredth...this is the hundredth..."

Lin Wanchu only saw the wedding dress clearly when the red silk was wrapped around her neck—the cuffs were embroidered with twin lotus flowers in gold thread, but the collar was torn to shreds.

The bride's bluish-purple face hung upside down from the beam, and drops of blood from the tip of her tongue dripped onto Lin Wanchu's brow.

"No...this isn't it..."

Suddenly, cold fingers gripped Lin Wanchu's chin, and another wet female corpse crawled out of the well.

Lin Wanchu heard an incredulous voice beside her, "How could this be—"

Then, the ghost bride sighed slowly, as if she had changed her mind.

"Hehehe, since you like to court death, then so be it."

Suddenly the coffin lid was lifted, and a cold wind carrying the scent of aged sandalwood rushed towards us.

Before Lin Wanchu could retreat, several white silk ribbons wrapped around her waist like venomous pythons.

The moment her back hit the coffin, she heard the crisp sound of a golden bell.