Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 247 I Don't Want to Be a Burden on the Team

A cold wind swept through the carved porch, carrying paper money. Lu Zhi leaned against the mottled red pillars, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

The three-inch-long Soul-Suppressing Nail pierced through his left chest, and dark red blood seeped into large plum blossom patterns on his moon-white inner shirt.

"Is that all you have?"

He chuckled and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips; the dagger gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Ten feet away, the paper maid's scarlet lips suddenly tore open to her ears, and her painted fingernails grew three feet long, carrying a foul stench as she aimed straight for his throat.

The sound of a peach wood sword piercing the air suddenly rang out; it was Xu Cangsheng.

Her Taoist robe fluttered like a crane, and the tip of her sword touched the cinnabar mark between the eyebrows of the paper figure.

The thing emitted a shrill cry like a baby's wail, then turned into blue smoke and vanished.

"Northeast!"

Jiang Qi shouted, and Lu Zhi threw three flying knives with his backhand, barely blocking the paper sedan chair carriers who were rushing down from the eaves.

"Why are you back again?"

Before Xu Cangsheng could answer, the ghost bride let out a shrill scream.

The crescent moon was devoured by dark clouds, leaving only a hook, and the veins on the back of Lin Wanchu's hand, which was gripping a sickle, bulged.

The blade grazed the blue bricks, sending sparks flying, and Lu Xue's rapid breathing came from behind.

"Achu, be careful!"

Lu Xue suddenly grabbed the back of her clothes, and Lin Wanchu felt a chill run down her neck.

Three inches away, thick black blood was dripping from the locust tree branch draped with red silk. Had she been even a fraction slower, that piece of ghost vine would have pierced her throat.

"Southwest corner".

Lu Xue shoved the compass into Lin Wanchu's palm, and the copper spoon trembled wildly as it pointed into the depths of the corridor.

The moonlight suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the densely packed paper figures under the eaves. Their pale cheeks were bathed in the blood-red moonlight, and their mouths were all stretched to their ears.

The sound of a sickle slicing through the air startled crows; the black iron blade grazed the paper figure's brow; and from the rising smoke of the burning yellow talisman came the cry of an infant.

Lin Wanchu shielded Lu Xue behind her back with her bare hands. The blade gleamed with an eerie light, revealing the dark blue finger marks on Lu Xue's neck—marks left ten minutes earlier when she had pried open the bare bones with her bare hands to escape the persistent ghost bride.

"Ah Chu, Brother Jiang and the others are just ahead!"

"it is good."

With powerful strides, he shattered the blue bricks; his sickle whipped up a vortex of air, cleaving through the stench of blood.

The Ghost Bride's wide sleeves surged with towering black mist, but when they touched the blade, they emitted a hissing sound like a branding iron being quenched in water.

Lin Wanchu's tiger's mouth split open, but she used the momentum to send the sharp blade into the other person's heart.

The five were finally able to meet, and Lin Wanchu spoke first, "I'm sorry I'm late."

The five people exchanged glances, and the scene in the laboratory suddenly materialized.

Hundreds of iron beds rose from the ground, each bed holding a young girl in a wedding dress.

Lu Xue's pupils suddenly contracted—those girls had cherry blossom wooden tags stuck in their chests, the ink on the numbers still wet.

"Tianxuan Shift!" The peach wood sword was inserted into the crack of the bluestone slab, and Xu Cangsheng bit the tip of his tongue to draw a talisman in the air.

The moment the golden incantation collided with the resentful black mist, all the paving stones on the entire street were overturned.

Some ghosts took the opportunity to enter Lu Xue's sea of ​​consciousness; it was the scream of a sixteen-year-old girl whose uterus was dissected while she was still alive, and the echo of a mother jumping into a well with her charred baby in her arms.

The ghost bride's fingernails suddenly grew three feet long, and Xu Cangsheng's right arm, which he had used to block, was instantly turned into a bloody mess.

Lin Wanchu smelled the stench of rotting flesh mixed with gunpowder smoke and saw the dense bullet holes under her wedding dress—it turned out that the gold thread embroidered on the dress was not lotus flowers, but sheep gut sutures used to stitch up wounds.

The incandescent light in the laboratory flickered in my memory, and a man in military boots was attaching talismans to a ceramic jar, on which the Chinese characters "镇魂" (soul-suppressing) were written.

"Supreme Star, ever-changing!" Xu Cangsheng ran his fingers along the sword, and his life essence transformed into a fire phoenix that soared into the sky.

The ghost bride's veil was finally completely lifted, and she saw that where the face should have been, hundreds of human skins were constantly being replaced.

There was a girl in a school uniform sobbing, a pregnant woman with her umbilical cord wrapped around a bayonet, and the last image to freeze was He Yuelin with a distorted face.

"Come on, put me down. I'm not crippled yet."

Jiang Qi patted Lu Zhi on the shoulder, almost coaxing him.

Lu Zhi shook his head disapprovingly, but Jiang Qi forcibly broke free from his embrace.

"I don't want to be a burden to the team."

Just as Jiang Qi stood firm on the bluestone bricks, the ghost bride "He Yuelin," whose heart had been pierced by a sickle, suddenly sprang up, her sleeves wrapping around his neck like venomous snakes.

Of everyone present, he was the only one who was unarmed.

Lu Zhi lunged forward, and the moment the talisman in his palm touched the top of her head, her entire right arm was instantly torn open.

"court death!"

The shrill scream of the vengeful ghost shattered the window frame, and its ten fingers, like hooks, reached for his heart.

At the critical moment, Xu Cangsheng suddenly snapped his prayer beads.

The sandalwood beads fell to the ground and formed an array, trapping the female ghost in golden light.

"Run! I'll hold her off!"

"Trying to leave?" The ghost bride "He Yuelin" was filled with murderous aura, and her wedding dress turned into a rain of blood.

Lu Zhi suddenly groaned, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail that had pierced his chest slowly withdrew, leaving a string of blood beads floating in mid-air.

Jiang Qi's expression changed drastically upon seeing this: "No, are you crazy?!"

The man's pale face was bathed in the blood-red moonlight, yet a nonchalant smile played on his lips: "What's the panic? I'm just a little angry."

"Please remember to take good care of my brother."

Before the words were finished, the mournful sound of a suona horn ripped through the night sky.

The paper-made wedding procession surged in from all directions, their pale cheeks tinged with a bluish-purple hue under the moonlight.

The bridal sedan chair exploded with a loud crash, revealing the ghost bride sitting inside. Her wedding dress, embroidered with gold thread, was covered in mold, and soft laughter rang out from under her veil.

"Sister Yuping, it's been so long, I miss you so much."

The ghost bride raised her skeletal fingers, and Lu Xue moved toward the bridal sedan chair like a puppet on a string, her embroidered shoes leaving winding marks on the blue bricks.

Lin Wanchu's pupils contracted sharply, and she immediately grabbed the Silent Extinction weapon, intending to attack.

Xu Cangsheng suddenly grabbed Lin Wanchu: "Look at the female ghost's veil!"

A corner of the scarlet veil was lifted by the eerie wind, revealing half of a face covered with runes—those distorted Japanese characters were clearly forbidden arts of human sacrifice!

In a daze, a scene appeared in Xu Cangsheng's mind, exceptionally clear.

"My senior sister always says she's acting on behalf of Heaven."

The junior sister, wearing canvas shoes embroidered with Hello Kitty, trod through the ashes of the talisman on the ground, her silver earrings brushing against her pale neck. "But when has the Heavenly Dao ever favored ants?"

The moment the thunderclap shattered the beams and pillars of the ancient house, Xu Cangsheng touched the yin-yang fish jade pendant in his pocket.

Those were jade pendants that the master gave to each of his disciples.

Just as the demonic claws of the wedding dress were about to pierce through Lu Xue's chest, she finally crushed the jade pendant.

"Ye Xi, you're right..."

Fragments mixed with blood bloomed into lotus flowers in the torrential rain, and three hundred lamps of rebirth rose from the ground.

As the locust tree collapsed with a crash, Xu Cangsheng recalled the words his master had spoken on the day he completed his apprenticeship: "The burden of the common people is too heavy."

As the peach wood sword shattered inch by inch, she fell into the blood-red vortex, only to hear countless souls singing Suzhou storytelling.

The ceramic jars in the laboratory shattered one by one in her sea of ​​consciousness, and countless pale hands reached out from the black mist, pulling her into an even deeper darkness.

Outside the dungeon, in the depths of the rain at Hancang Temple, the lamp of rebirth belonging to Xu Cangsheng gradually went out.