Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 249 The Auspicious Time Has Arrived

Lu Xue's hands, gripping the Soul-Suppressing Nail, were sweating profusely. The dark red patterns on the vermilion coffin in front of her, like congealed blood vessels, were slowly writhing with her rapid breathing.

"Xiaoxue! Don't worry about us!"

Lin Wanchu's screams rang out behind her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lu Xue caught a glimpse of her companions pinned to the pillars by scarlet silk. The silk, which should have been soft, was now wrapped around their necks like living snakes, leaving deep purple bruises on their pale skin.

"He Yuelin".

She blurted out the name of the woman she had only met a few times.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail suddenly felt hot in my palm, and the runes on the nail emitted a faint blue light.

The ghost bride's movements froze.

The white silk ribbon wrapped around Lu Xue's waist suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame, within which fragmented images appeared:

The room with the double happiness symbol on it has a hidden room underneath, where baby specimens float in glass jars.

The dressing mirror reflected Japanese people in white coats, with brass plaques bearing the words "Shinto-kai" hanging around their necks...

"Do you think I willingly become a ghost?" The ghost bride's voice suddenly turned shrill, and thick black blood seeped from the walls of the coffin. "On our wedding day, they personally cut open my abdomen, saying they would use the uterus of a person of extreme yin to raise a ghost."

Her nail-studded fingers traced lines on Lu Xue's pale skin, drawing blood. "Those Japanese in white robes nailed my soul to the sacred tree of the shrine, making me guard their filthy deeds for eternity!"

Before the words were even finished, dozens of white lanterns exploded simultaneously.

A sharp tearing sound came from the darkness, and Lu Xue saw three-inch-long scarlet fingernails pierce through the coffin lid as easily as cutting through tofu.

The stench of rotting locust blossoms instantly filled her nostrils, and Lu Xue's temples throbbed.

It turns out that even the person who kidnapped her was a fake He Yuelin.

Lu Xue was pushed forward by the ghost bride behind her, facing the coffin directly in front of her.

He Yuelin, who was lying in the coffin, sat up. The blood-red veil was lifted halfway by the cold wind, revealing half of her bluish-gray, rotting face.

The other half of her face was as beautiful as a living person's, with her lips painted with vermilion slightly upturned.

Lu Xue's vision was suddenly swallowed by thick darkness, and she heard a faint humming in her ear, which turned out to be an old Beijing nursery rhyme.

"The bride, tears streaming down her face, was carried in her red sedan chair to the mass grave..."

Suddenly, cold fingers gripped the back of Lu Xue's neck.

Her back slammed heavily against the inside of the coffin.

The air inside the decaying coffin was thick with the stench of years-old corpses, and Lu Xue's back ached from the sharp, broken bones.

The ghost bride's wedding dress spread out like a sea of ​​blood, completely devouring the last bit of talismanic fire light.

Rotten silk wrapped around her limbs, the ghost bride's decaying half of her face pressed against Lu Xue's ear, and maggots fell from her empty eye sockets into Lu Xue's collar.

The other half of the beautiful face approached her lips, revealing sharp white fangs when the lips parted slightly.

"The auspicious time has arrived..."

The ghost bride He Yuelin's icy fingers brushed over the buttons of Lu Xue's wedding dress, and Lu Xue realized that she had changed into a blood-red wedding dress without her noticing. "It's time to drink the nuptial wine."

The sound of porcelain clattering came from deep within the coffin.

By the dim light of the burning talisman, Lu Xue saw two skeletons lying together, their skeletal fingers clutching a blue and white porcelain vase.

The ghost bride's fingernails tore open Lu Xue's clothes and drew a bloodline on her collarbone.

She suddenly touched the hard, angular object inside her sleeve—it was the Soul-Suppressing Nail that Brother Jiang had given her back then.

"Miss He!" Lu Xue gripped the Soul-Suppressing Nail tightly and plunged it into her heart. "Look where you are!"

The nail flashed with golden light the moment it touched the wedding dress, and the ghost bride let out a shrill scream.

Fragments of memory suddenly flooded my mind: a girl in a youthful school uniform was chained to an operating table, a man in a kimono raised a scalpel, and blood flowed from the cracks in the blue bricks into a hidden compartment engraved with talismans...

The Soul-Suppressing Nail suddenly started to get hot.

He Yuelin's left hand transformed into a white bone blade and stabbed at Lu Xue's throat. Lu Xue dodged by flipping over and tore off the red rope wrapped around the corpse.

The moment the faded love knot came undone, the entire coffin suddenly shook violently, and the sound of bricks and stones collapsing came from underground.

"How dare you..."

The ghost bride showed a look of panic for the first time.

Her cheek, which was only halfway healed, ulcerated again, and Lu Xue took the opportunity to drive a nail into her heart.

The chill pierced to the bone, and countless memories flooded back into my mind like a burst dam.

A Japanese man wearing tortoiseshell glasses holds a syringe, and the cries of a child come from inside an iron cage.

The carved window of the bridal chamber reflected the figure of a woman cutting a white silk ribbon, and drops of blood from the corner of the bridal sedan chair's curtain bloomed like red spider lilies on the bluestone slabs.

Those scattered memories suddenly strung together to form a horrifying truth—the Prince's Mansion used the pretense of treating his youngest son to actually allow the Japanese to enter the underground laboratory to conduct human experiments.

Lu Xue gripped the Soul-Suppressing Nail hidden in her sleeve with her other hand, the sharp edges of the black iron digging into her palm until it bled: "Miss He, is it really us you want to take revenge on?"

She stared at the shattered face; the left eye still held the gentle grace of a well-bred lady, while the right eye was nothing but stark white bone.

The silver bell wrapped with red thread trembled slightly on the ghost bride's wrist, but instead made the sound of iron chains clattering.

"The Prince's mansion used an eight-bearer sedan chair to welcome me through the gate, but when they lifted my veil, it was a Japanese pirate wearing a white coat."

The ghost bride's voice was like a rusty blade scraping against a bluestone slab, and black blood seeped from the hem of her wedding dress. "They say my birth chart is extremely Yin, making me the most suitable vessel for a shikigami."

"So you killed the entire royal family, but let the real culprit go."

Lu Xue pressed the Soul-Suppressing Nail against her heart, blood flowing down the grooves into the Bagua array on the nail head. "What's the difference between dragging a living person into a ghost marriage as a form of burial and those beasts who used you for experiments?"

The red silk formed from malevolent energy suddenly tightened, and Lu Xue smelled a strong fragrance of datura flowers.

The ghost bride's rotting face was inches away, and she saw two lines of bloody tears welling up in her empty eye sockets.

The mandarin ducks embroidered with gold thread have somehow transformed into monstrous creatures with blue faces and fangs.

"I want them to taste what it's like to be betrayed by their own loved ones..."

The ghost bride's fingernails dug into Lu Xue's shoulder, and frost spread along the wound. "It was like my father personally forcing me to drink that soup laced with arsenic, like my mother smiling as she watched me being disemboweled..."

Lu Xue touched the groove at the bottom of the coffin, the shape of which matched the Soul-Suppressing Nail.

She suddenly remembered a saying: "The most vengeful ghosts are often trapped in the moment of death, like insects trapped in amber."

"But how are you any different from those Japanese pirates now!"

She suddenly rolled over and pinned He Yuelin down, the Soul-Suppressing Nail grazing the ghost bride's ear before embedding itself into the coffin wall.

"You could have taken your revenge..."

Lu Xue's Soul-Suppressing Nail pierced through He Yuelin and nailed into the Ghost Bride's eye socket, "yet you vent your hatred on the innocent. Which of those girls you dragged into the coffin wasn't just like you, without any control over their own lives?"

The coffin suddenly trembled violently, and the red silk wrapped around the companion tore apart.

Just as Lu Xue was about to use the Soul-Suppressing Nail for the third time, the Ghost Bride's claws stopped half an inch from her throat.

He Yuelin's rotting half of her body is rapidly recovering, with new flesh wriggling on her stark white bones like slugs.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail suddenly became scorching hot, and Lu Xue heard countless tiny weeping sounds echoing inside the coffin, interspersed with murmurs.