Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 250 A Truly Clever Sacrifice

The ghost bride's fingernails gleamed with a bluish-purple light under the moonlight, inching closer and closer to her throbbing neck pulse.

Why choose me?

For the first time, Lu Xue questioned the ghost in front of her.

The coffin lid was slowly closing as she spoke.

Lu Xue raised her leg and tried to use her knee to stop the closing coffin lid, while the tip of the Soul-Suppressing Nail pressed against the other person's heart.

A bone-chilling coldness emanated from her fingertips; beneath the gold-embroidered wedding dress, there was no heartbeat.

The ghost bride's nails, painted with henna, grazed her throat artery, and drops of blood rolled onto her clothes, blooming like red plum blossoms.

"Because of your birth date and time..."

A cool breath brushed against her ear, "It's exactly the same as Sister Yuping's back then, perfect for a sacrifice."

Lu Xue raised the Soul-Suppressing Nail and stabbed it down hard, but at the same time, excruciating pain exploded from her shoulder.

Lu Xue was shocked to realize that her wounds were blooming at the same time as the ghost bride's.

"Does it hurt?"

The ghost bride lifted her sleeve, revealing the hollows on her pale arm. "Back then, they did this, driving the Soul-Suppressing Nails one by one into my bones."

Lu Xue bit her tongue hard, the taste of blood stimulating her fading consciousness, and the golden light of the Soul-Suppressing Nail surged.

"You clearly hate the Japanese the most!" She drove the Soul-Suppressing Nail even deeper. "Why are you helping them harm your own people?"

Blood-red runes suddenly appeared on the inner wall of the coffin, and the ghost bride's long hair coiled around Lu Xue's neck like a venomous snake.

"Because they promised to resurrect my heir..." Beneath the festering flesh, stark white bones were revealed. "My children are preserved in formalin. They said that as long as we gather one hundred pure Yin destiny numbers..."

"My son and I can be free forever."

The ghost bride, He Yuelin, took off her bright red wedding dress, revealing her skin with crisscrossing stitches underneath. "Do you see those locust trees? Every petal is the spirit of an unborn child."

"You've been deceived!" she screamed, clutching the front of her wedding dress, tears streaming down her face as she splattered onto the other woman's rotting skin. "Those children have been turned into specimens! Every time you kill someone, their soul is collected into the Soul-Summoning Banner!"

The ghost bride's blood-red pupils suddenly contracted, and the entire mansion began to shake violently.

Lu Xue took the opportunity to completely insert the Soul-Suppressing Nail, and golden light spread along the patterns of the wedding dress.

"The first nail will nail you into the reversal of good and evil!"

As the last ray of moonlight was swallowed up inch by inch by the ebony, Lu Xue saw the paper money falling outside the coffin condense into frost-colored butterflies, which landed on Lin Wanchu's blood-stained shoulder.

Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi struggled in the talisman array, covered in blood, while the main hall, which should have been adorned with the character "囍" (double happiness), was now transformed into a Japanese-style laboratory layout.

Lu Xue pulled out the Soul-Suppressing Nail, and He Yuelin's blood-stained fingernails dug into her shoulder blade. The vengeful ghost let out a shrill scream: "They all deserve to die!"

The rotting body began to dissipate. "Why should they be allowed to enjoy offerings after they die? I'll drag everyone down to hell!"

The Soul-Suppressing Nail in Lu Xue's palm almost dug into her flesh.

Suddenly, she noticed the dark pattern on the hem of the ghost bride's wedding dress—it wasn't the usual dragon and phoenix design at all, but rather layers of chrysanthemums and samurai sword totems.

The heat from the Soul-Suppressing Nails intensified, and she finally remembered a record she had seen in the archives: during the Showa era, the Shintoists of Japan built thirteen fake shrines in North China, which were actually dens of evil where live experiments were conducted.

"Those who are alive live better lives, while the dead war criminals are enshrined in shrines..."

In a flash, Lu Xue realized something, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back. "The souls of the people you've killed over the years have all been sent to the shrine, haven't they? The incense isn't being offered to you at all!"

He Yuelin gripped her throat tightly, her rotting face contorting into a grotesque grimace.

Lu Xue showed no mercy, saying, "For every person you kill, this Soul-Suppressing Nail absorbs three-tenths of their resentment. Do you know where that resentment goes? The eternal flame at Yasukuni Shrine burns very brightly."

The ghost bride let out a shrill scream.

"The second nail will nail you into your stubbornness—"

"You think... this will kill me?"

The moment the runes on the Soul-Suppressing Nail touched the black blood, they burst forth with dazzling golden light, illuminating the dense array of runes on the top of the coffin—all suppression incantations written in Japanese.

“What a clever sacrifice.” The ghost bride’s wedding dress suddenly faded to a ghastly white, and she pressed her skeletal fingers against Lu Xue’s heart. “It’s a pity it’s too late. But it’s not bad to let you die knowing the truth.”

The sudden appearance of Japanese serial numbers engraved on the inner wall of the camphor wood reminded Lu Xue of the Unit 731 experimental records in the archives.

Yellowed medical records fluttered in the cold wind, each one imprinted with blood-stained chrysanthemum patterns.

"Did you see clearly?" The ghost bride's fingernails scraped across the coffin lid, the metallic scraping sound making one's teeth ache.

Blood suddenly seeped from the Japanese serial numbers, pooling on the wooden board to form a grotesque imperial flag. "What you thought was a ghost marriage was nothing more than a fig leaf for a human experiment."

The coffin began to shake violently, and Lu Xue's back hit the protruding copper nails.

The sound of tiles breaking came from outside, and the entire courtyard began to shake violently.

"It's going to collapse!"

Lu Zhi's voice came through the coffin.

The snow on the road felt like falling into an ice cave.

"It's time to finish."

She finally deciphered the last line of small characters at the top of the coffin: "Bound by resentment, sharing life and death."

She watched helplessly as the ghost bride He Yuelin transformed into black mist and wrapped around her limbs, the gold thread on her wedding dress seeping into her skin.

She bit her tongue and spat blood onto the Soul-Suppressing Nail, then took out the last peace talisman Jiang Qi had given her outside the dungeon and pressed it onto the end of the nail.

Choking back tears, she uttered her last words: "The third nail, nailing you to hurt my lover and friends..."

Finally, she used all her strength to pierce the Soul-Suppressing Nail into her heart.

The moment the golden light exploded, she saw that what was falling from the sky was not paper money, but yellowed student ID cards, each printed with a youthful smiling face.

In the instant that excruciating pain swept through her body, she saw the ghost bride let out a shrill scream, and the blood-red twin lotus flowers on her wedding dress withered inch by inch.

As the rotten wooden coffin lid closed over her head, warm drops of blood fell onto her brow.

"Achu...I'm sorry..."

Lu Xue's voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

Her eyes slowly closed, and she eventually lost consciousness completely.

The amulet is turning to ashes inch by inch.

Then, the sound of shattering glassware came from outside the coffin.

"No!" Lin Wanchu's scream pierced the eerie wind, tinged with a hint of sobs.

"Luxe!"

Jiang Qi's roar mingled with the rumble of collapsing beams and pillars.

With a clang, the blade of Annihilation crashed into the ruins, and cracks appeared on its edge.

Lin Wanchu collapsed to her knees, a metallic taste rising in her throat.

No, she had to find Lu Xue.

She dug through the rubble with her bare hands, her face filled with stubbornness and madness.

Jiang Qi's words were tinged with blood, "Lin Wanchu, calm down, let's find her together."

But Lin Wanchu's tears fell like beads from a broken string, and suppressed sobs escaped her throat.

"Calm down, how am I supposed to calm down? It wasn't easy to find Xiaoxue again."

Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi remained silent, rummaging through the rubble with Lin Wanchu.

Finally, the three men's fingernails curled outwards, revealing their bare bones.