Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 248 A monster having a weakness is not a good sign.

"Xu Cangsheng!"

The compass in Lin Wanchu's hand shattered with a bang, and she didn't even notice the copper needle piercing her palm.

As Lin Wanchu caught the falling figure, Xu Cangsheng's body heat was seeping through her trembling fingers.

Xu Cangsheng's pale face reflected the blood moon in the sky, and a lingering smile still clung to his lips.

"We're not even that close..."

A metallic taste rose in her throat, and Lin Wanchu looked up with bloodshot eyes, meeting the beaded curtain hanging down by the ghost bride.

The pearls, soaked in corpse oil, collided with each other, making a nauseating, sticky sound.

The moment the cold wind whipped up the scarlet wedding dress, a blood-red talisman suddenly bloomed in Xu Cangsheng's heart.

She transformed into a burning red lotus, crashing into the ghost bride with a resolute determination that seemed to shatter her soul.

Lin Wanchu's shouts were shattered by the gale, and she saw Xu Cangsheng's torn clothes floating in the blood mist.

The ghost bride's skirt, embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, fluttered slightly, and a soft, bell-like laugh came from beneath the beaded curtain.

"What a touching display of teamwork."

"What a pity, you guys are overestimating yourselves."

Suddenly, a surge of resentment erupted from beneath the wedding dress, while the body in Lin Wanchu's arms emitted a final burst of golden light.

The last wisp of Xu Cangsheng's consciousness transformed into thousands of golden butterflies, which exploded with a burst of pure energy.

The ghost bride was thrown three feet away by the shockwave, and the golden hairpin at her temple clattered to the ground.

This was Xu Cangsheng's last stand before his death.

The moment Lu Xue slipped from the ghost bride's grasp, Jiang Qi rushed forward and caught her.

The ashes of talisman paper scattered on the ground were swept up by the night wind, much like the scattered paper money during the Qingming Festival.

"With my broken body, I will burn into sparks—"

Xu Cangsheng's last words, tinged with shattered spiritual energy, reached everyone's ears.

But the moment that green robe transformed into thousands of fireflies, everyone stared with bloodshot eyes in the rain of blood—as if they could hold onto the vanishing stars if they didn't blink.

The ghost bride casually brushed the dust off her shoulder with her nail-painted fingertips. "Interesting, but none of this works on me."

"However, it can take most of the little devils with it, which will relieve some of your pressure."

The sound, like shattered jade, was shrouded in a chilling ghostly aura. Embroidered shoes trod across the scattered fragments of paper money, like scattered stars, and the red veil covering the mandarin ducks playing in the water was never even lifted.

The crimson moonlight poured down on the tattered wedding sedan chair, and Jiang Qi's pale knuckles clenched so tightly they creaked.

The dark tentacles surging behind Lu Zhi suddenly erupted, like a giant python crawling out of the deepest hell, instantly shredding the crimson wedding dress into countless pieces.

"Ka--"

The veil, embroidered with gold and silver threads, floated to the ground, revealing the bride's scarlet lips.

She leaned against the carved wedding sedan chair and chuckled softly, her slender white fingers entwined with a half-broken ghost marriage contract, the twin lotus flowers painted in vermilion were disintegrating at a visible speed.

"They are nothing but monsters born from chaos, yet they have stooped to the level of humans."

The wedding robes embroidered with a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons fluttered without wind, and the copper bells on the eaves suddenly rang like the wailing of a hundred ghosts in the night.

Lu Zhi's pupils glowed with an eerie red light, and the blue stone bricks beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

From within the surging black mist, dozens of scarlet runes meandered out from his collarbone, outlining a ferocious Taotie pattern on the side of his neck.

"Since you know what I am..."

He raised his hand and crushed the falling red paper scraps, and drops of crimson blood dripped from his fingertips into the cracks in the blue bricks. "You should understand that what I'm best at is devouring vengeful ghosts alive."

Suddenly, cold fingers pressed against his bulging veins.

The bride had somehow gotten close to him, and the golden tassels of her phoenix crown brushed against the pulsating runes on his neck.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath, cold as it, froze on Lu Zhi's Adam's apple: "Tsk, too bad you can't join us."

"It's not a good sign if a monster has a weakness."

Her nails, painted with henna, suddenly pierced his heart, and dark blood dripped down her sleeve. "A tamed monster, even its killing intent carries the rusty smell of chains."

In the blink of an eye, the ghost bride in front of him vanished into thin air.

Lin Wanchu protected Lu Xue and Lu Zhi, slashing at the several brides who rushed towards them with her sickle.

"Look and see, who is the real me?"

A thin mist rose from the bluestone path, like a white veil thrown down by someone, yet it carried a faint, lingering smell of blood.

As the crows swept past the bare branches, the white lanterns under the eaves suddenly went out.

When the crimson wedding dress emerged from the mist, Lin Wanchu's fingers, which were gripping the desolate spot, suddenly went cold.

The twin lotus flowers, embroidered with dense gold thread, gleamed coldly under the moonlight, but the bride's veil had long since disappeared.

Her pale face was covered with a layer of bluish-gray, and her ten slender fingers, stained with nail polish, were slowly caressing her swollen belly, with dark brown scabs of blood accumulating under her fingernails.

"My son..."

The hoarse murmur startled the crows perched on the eaves.

The ghost bride's embroidered shoes were already soaked in blood, and with each step she took, half a red plum blossom bloomed on the blue bricks.

Those hands suddenly dug into the brocade with force, the sound of tearing silk mixed with the sticky sound of water piercing the deathly silence—the dark red silk blossomed layer by layer like faded spring peaches.

A bluish-purple infant peeked out from a bloody, mangled wound.

The creature had a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth, yet it clutched half of the umbilical cord in its swollen little hands, its obsidian-like eyes staring intently at the woman's sunken cheeks.

A giggle escaped from the bride's broken chest. Her pale white fingers traced the bulging veins on the baby's forehead, and the splattered blood beads congealed into red bean-like pendants on her collarbone.

The fog suddenly surged violently, like thousands of hissing snakes.

When the three opened their eyes again, all that remained on the bluestone slab was a winding trail of blood, mixed with some kind of sweet and sticky fluid, which gleamed eerily under the moonlight.

Lin Wanchu's voice was slightly cool as she finished off a few troublemakers.

"Four brides."

"Brother Jiang, what should we do?"

Lu Xue turned her head and asked.

The moonlight cast Jiang Qi's slender figure onto the mottled wall, like a bamboo stalk that might break at any moment.

"A true ghost bride should still retain the marks from childbirth."

The ghost bride's bracelet to her left front was emitting wisps of black energy. She hurriedly covered it with her wide sleeves, but Jiang Qi still caught a glimpse of the bluish-gray baby hair wrapped around the bracelet.

Jiang Qi wiped the bloodstains from his lips, his voice as soft as a sigh, and lightly tapped his fingertip to the left front.

A strong wind arose, and the ghost bride suddenly let out a shriek.

Beneath the wedding dress, a skeletal, ghostly claw emerged, while Lu Xue trembled as she lifted the veil, revealing grotesque birth marks on her neck, and the sudden cry of a newborn baby in her arms.

"That's clever. If you guessed right, then have some fun with my son."

"However, my target is you—"

The ghost claw attacked Lu Xue's face, but was blocked by Lin Wanchu's scythe.

The frail young man suddenly raised his hand, revealing a Soul-Suppressing Nail on his wrist.

His pale fingertips traced the handle, and he silently replaced the Soul-Suppressing Nail from his sleeve with one for Lu Xue. "Go, find the source and seal her."

When the ghost bride He Yuelin attacked with her white silk ribbon, Lu Xue not only did not resist, but deliberately exposed a flaw and was captured by the ghost bride.

Lin Wanchu was too busy to help herself and could only watch helplessly as Lu Xue was kidnapped.

Suddenly, the entire mansion shook violently, and Jiang Qi stumbled and bumped into Lin Wanchu's back.

The young man's cold fingers gripped her shoulder blade, and he whispered something in her ear.