Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 246 Instinctive Reaction

As dusk spread like ink seeping through rice paper, the stone mythical beasts perched on the eaves of the Prince's mansion gleamed bluish-white in the moonlight.

The moment Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi stepped across the threshold of the Prince's Mansion, the two carved lacquered doors behind them slammed shut, the taotie patterns on the door knockers gleaming eerily red in the moonlight.

The blue brick floor was soaked with night dew, and the chill crept into my bones through my embroidered shoes.

“Shu Tong…” Lu Xue subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the person next to her, the dark pattern on the satin making her fingertips burn, “That person just now…”

Just as Xu Cangsheng was about to speak, Lu Zhi, holding Jiang Qi, stood between the two of them.

A dark sleeve swept across the back of her hand, and the man's profile was split in two by the moonlight: "That was nothing more than a living corpse that had not yet dissipated."

His thin lips uttered icy words, each one chilling, "He hasn't realized he's already dead, so you have nothing to worry about."

"Also, your name is Lu Xue, and her name is Xu Cangsheng."

Lu Xue stared blankly at Lu Zhi, nodding as if she understood but not quite.

"How did you know?"

"I know everything."

It turns out my real name is Lu Xue. It doesn't feel out of place at all when I say it.

Before the two could think of anything, Jiang Qi spoke softly, which caused another cough.

"It's dangerous ahead, please stay close to us."

Lu Zhi tightened his grip on her arm. "Alright, brother, talk less."

Thick fog drifted in from the depths of the corridor, carrying the stench of decaying sandalwood.

As Lu Zhi used his dagger to cut through the mist, a dry well with its rim covered in dark green moss suddenly appeared.

The dark red runes on the well curb gleamed in the moonlight, like dried blood trickling into the cracks in the stone.

Lu Xue suddenly grabbed Xu Cangsheng's forearm: "Look at the edge of the well."

On the blue bricks beside the octagonal ancient well, dark red runes wriggled like living creatures.

The blood moon shifted half an inch to the west, and the shadow of the locust tree suddenly swelled.

Xu Cangsheng watched helplessly as the shadow of the tree wrapped around Lu Xue's ankle, and the hem of her clothes instantly turned black and curled up.

"Thunder Ancestral Seal!"

In desperation, she bit her fingertip and drew a crooked talisman on her palm.

Boom——

The moment the lightning struck the locust tree, the four saw a vermilion coffin embedded in the tree's core.

Her apricot-colored dress swept across the withered grass before the steps, startling a few fireflies: "Have you remembered something?"

"You were so skilled at using incantations to kill ghosts just now, so cool."

“An instinctive reaction.” Xu Cangsheng scratched the tip of his nose with the sword tassel, the jade-colored tassel brushing against his chin. “It was from when my master whipped me with a ruler back then.”

Before the words were finished, the candlelight in the white lanterns suddenly dimmed for a moment.

Suddenly, cracks burst open in the coffin, and dark blue fingernails dug into the wood, making a creaking sound.

Xu Cangsheng suddenly groaned, and the fingernails of the sedan chair carriers that appeared on his back automatically popped out, bringing with them a trail of black blood.

Damn, they actually launched a sneak attack.

With a swing of the peach wood sword, the sedan chair carrier was instantly split in two, his neck drooping limply.

Lu Xue stared at the dark red bloodstains on Xu Cangsheng's back, her face turning pale instantly, and a sob escaped her lips.

"Cang Sheng, are you alright?"

Xu Cangsheng shook his head and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Everyone, be on your best and don't expose your backs to the enemy."

Lu Xue and Xu Cangsheng instantly became alert, their bodies tensed, and they took a half step back, back to back, in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

As the rain, carrying the scent of sandalwood, seeped into his lungs, Xu Cangsheng was kneeling on a locust tree branch.

The hem of her Taoist robe was soaked with rainwater, and the cinnabar beads on her wrist shimmered with a blood-red light in the lightning, making the corners of her eyes appear even more crimson.

"Master..."

The moment the talisman pierced through the rain curtain, she heard a hissing sound escape from her throat.

Five years ago, when her master passed away, he held her hand tightly, his withered fingers almost digging into her wrist: "The suffering of the people is too heavy. You only need to remember their cries."

Now, the sound of weeping lingers in the ten miles of red wedding dresses.

Beneath the scarlet veil lay the lamentations of 372 wronged souls. When the Japanese surgeons cut open the pregnant woman's abdomen, the infant spirits that had not yet cried were all transformed into ghostly poisons.

The wedding dress, embroidered with the mantra of rebirth in gold thread, traps resentment in an eternal cycle of hell.

"Imperial Edict—"

The sound of the peach wood sword piercing the air was shattered by the shriek of the vengeful ghost, and Xu Cangsheng staggered and fell into the muddy water.

Before the lightning talisman in her palm had burned out, the surging waves of blood from her wedding dress had already wrapped around her ankles.

Amidst the bone-chilling resentment, she saw her junior sister Ye Xi standing under the corridor, holding an umbrella. The white crane painted on the umbrella was having its vermilion hue washed away by the rain.

So soon, it's already a revolving door of memories?

Half an hour ago, the entire mansion suddenly shook violently.

Black blood gushed from the wellhead, and hundreds of bloated corpses crawled out along the bluestone well edge.

The female corpse at the front was dressed in a faded wedding gown, and a silvery laugh rang out from beneath her veil: "The auspicious hour has arrived—"

"He Yuelin!"

Lu Xue's pupils suddenly contracted.

A century later, deep purple marks can still be seen on the neck exposed outside the wedding dress.

As the crimson blood spread across the tops of the locust tree, Xu Cangsheng's peach wood sword emitted a mournful hum.

The wedding dress billowed like waves of blood, and the eighteen layers of golden phoenix patterns gleamed with a bewitching blue under the moonlight. The twin lotus flowers that should have symbolized good fortune were now twisted into countless screaming faces.

"The Three Pure Ones' Edict is broken!"

The sword's edge sliced ​​through his palm, and blood trickled down the lines of the Big Dipper constellation.

In the instant the golden light surged, a corner of the ghost bride's veil was lifted by the sword energy.

Xu Cangsheng saw that beneath the rotten phoenix crown, thirty-six silver needles were slowly rotating along the Tianling acupoint.

The metal bed in the laboratory creaks in my memory.

A figure in a white coat held up a glass tube, the needle piercing the girl's pale neck.

Xu Cangsheng staggered half a step, almost dropping the peach wood sword—those silver needles were extracting brain marrow, each connected to a transparent tube, injecting pale pink liquid into a ceramic jar in the corner.

"You can hear me, right?"

The ghost bride's voice sounded like a hundred people speaking in unison, with broken syllables mixed with Japanese curses and Chinese wails.

Seven white bones suddenly emerged from the sleeves of the wedding dress, with the jade bracelet from the wedding still hanging on the wrist bones.

Xu Cangsheng rolled over the paper money scattered on the ground, his talisman soaked in blood and tears before it could even be lit.

The crimson moonlight solidified into a physical form, and the locust tree leaves transformed into black flying knives.

Lu Xue's knuckles turned white as she gripped the prayer beads, and the Rebirth Mantra flowed rapidly between her lips and teeth.

This was something Xu Cangsheng had just taught her, and luckily, Lu Xue learned it very quickly.

Countless fireflies rose from Xu Cangsheng's palm, but were always swallowed up by the black mist in mid-air.

"No...these spirits are too full of resentment..."

Cold sweat slid down her pale face, and she suddenly coughed violently, splattering bright red blood onto the faded bluestone bricks.

"careful!"

Lu Zhi spun around and flung out his tentacles, which entangled the paper hand that was about to grab Lu Xue's back.

To Lu Xue and Xu Cangsheng's astonishment, Lu Zhisheng bravely withstood the flying Soul-Suppressing Nail.

Jiang Qi was unharmed in his arms.

"What are you two standing there for? Get out of here!"

"Then what about you and Brother Jiang?"

"Never mind us. Now that you remember, go find your Achu first."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Cangsheng had already gathered several talismans and stuffed them into his hand.

"I hope this helps you. I will protect her."

After speaking, Xu Cangsheng pulled Lu Xue, whose eyes were filled with tears, and ran deeper into the area.