Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

After He Yuping expressed her gratitude, the three of them remained silent, and a profound silence ensued.

A moment later, ice flowers bloomed where He Yuping's embroidered shoes had stepped, and she spoke, word by word.

"Want to know the truth? Tell him to come with me."

The red umbrella unfolded in response, and a picture of a hundred ghosts roamed and roared on its surface, with the tip pointing directly at Jiang Qi.

Lu Zhi didn't move. "I'll go with him."

The man's deep, magnetic voice carried an unnoticed chill, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a dangerous aura, with a strong, possessive desire surging beneath.

The ghost bride let out a shrill scream, her wedding dress churned like a sea of ​​blood, and black water seeped from the cracks in the tomb bricks.

Jiang Qi suddenly grasped Lu Zhi's well-defined hand, gently stroking the pulse beating on the other's wrist with his fingertips, and said softly.

"Don't worry, wait for me here."

Before Lu Zhi could speak again, Jiang Qi suddenly felt dizzy and opened her eyes to find herself wearing a bright red wedding dress.

Snowflakes wrapped around paper money swirled around the He family's old house.

"Miss, the auspicious time has arrived."

The matchmaker's hands trembled as she held the golden phoenix veil, and the bronze mirror reflected the bluish-purple finger marks on the bride's neck.

Jiang Qi could do nothing, acting like a puppet on a string, following pre-set actions.

He could only turn his head in vain, looking at his own face in the bronze mirror.

The face was still his own, but the bright red beauty mark at the corner of his eye was even more glaring.

But in other people's eyes, he transformed into He Yuping.

As the bright red veil fell, Jiang Qi touched the cold scissors in his sleeve.

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

The emcee's shrill voice was ripped apart by the sound of the door being broken down.

His military boots pounded the blue bricks, and through the veil, he saw the cold glint of a bayonet.

The Japanese officer said in broken Chinese, "Miss, take her away."

The wedding hall was in complete chaos.

Jiang Qi was pushed to the ground and stumbled, his lower back hitting the cold well edge.

Thick black fog suddenly surged from the bottom of the well, wrapped around the officer's throat, and dragged him into the abyss.

The veil was lifted by a cold wind, and Jiang Qi saw half of a rotting beautiful face emerge from the well—she was wearing the same wedding dress as him, and maggots were crawling out of her eye sockets.

The damp night wind carried the ashes of paper money.

"It's been a hundred years..."

The female ghost's fingernails pierced his wrist. "I've finally found a substitute."

Memories surged amidst the excruciating pain.

In the bridal chamber, where red candles flickered, a Japanese officer used a scalpel to cut open the wedding dress.

Fetuses floating in a laboratory glass jar.

The blood-stained marriage certificate bears the vermilion seal of "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere"...

It turns out that the "marriage arrangement" that the eldest aunt mentioned was a lie. He Yuping, who was offered to the Prince's Mansion by Master He, was used for inhumane human experiments.

Not just He Yuping, but perhaps many more.

They threw themselves into the well in their bright red wedding dresses, their resentment nourishing the man-eating, dry well.

"Ah Ping, run!"

An urgent voice rang in my ears.

Jiang Qi then noticed that the well wall was covered with human faces, and the most delicate face at the top was bleeding—it was He Yuping, who was seventeen years old.

The female ghost let out a shrill laugh, and the well water suddenly boiled.

Countless pale arms climbed up Jiang Qi's wedding robes, trying to drag him into the abyss.

Jiang Qi took the scissors and stabbed himself in the heart.

As the bright red wedding dress fluttered in the wind, Jiang Qi felt himself being drawn into a vortex, sinking deeper and deeper.

When the blood-red wedding dress transformed into countless paper butterflies, Jiang Qi did not fall into darkness.

The ghost bride He Yuping held a red umbrella and stood barefoot on the sandalwood coffin. As the red umbrella spun lightly, the wind and snow stopped abruptly, and bright crabapple blossoms bloomed in the dry well of the old house.

"Jiang Qi, wake up."

He Yuping's fingertips brushed across the young man's pale face, and Jiang Qi opened his eyes, his gaze clear.

He Yuping withdrew her hand, her tone calm.

"Young Master Jiang, have you seen this clearly?"

"This well has devoured more than just newlyweds; those beasts who shouted about shared prosperity back then have all become materials for my disguise."

Jiang Qi tilted his head and coughed. "You committed suicide and were murdered. Am I right?"

"This era killed you. Wang Muzheng died for his country, and you died for love."

"Ha, choosing you was definitely the right decision."

"Was the person who just called you A-Ping your mother?"

He Yuping looked nostalgic and sighed softly.

"Yes, only my mother would call me that so affectionately."

"However, the man next to you is really possessive of his food."

The young man rested his chin on his hand and listened to the ghost bride beside him tell her story.

He finally understood why He Yuping hadn't killed them.

"Because I only kill Japanese and traitors, you have no grudge against me and are my compatriots, so naturally I will not harm you."

This is how He Yuping answered him.

Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue did indeed, by a twist of fate, enact the original storyline, and that's how it all began.

However, Lin Wanchu felt love, while He Yuelin felt hate.

She wants to take everything that belongs to He Yuping.

He Yuelin was both stupid and wicked, and in the end, she got herself killed.

After her death, He Yuelin wanted to find a substitute to be freed.

She had been trapped here for far too long, and He Yuelin's rationality had long been ruthlessly eroded.

She could wait no longer; He Yuelin had already consumed too many young girls' souls and could never escape this confined space.

Everyone knows that He Yuping's mother was taken by a Japanese officer to enjoy a life of luxury, but only she herself knows the inhuman torture her mother suffered.

She will never see the dawn again.

He Yuping committed suicide on her wedding day while wearing a bright red wedding dress.

As for myself, I wander in this world just to catch a glimpse of peace.

Even death is so natural, yet there is still no peace after death.

She would relive her life experiences every time.

He Yuping harbored deep resentment towards the Japanese for their atrocities on her homeland.

Young men were captured to be used for experiments, and young girls were captured to provide entertainment for high-ranking military officers.

And none of them could escape.

She also saved several oppressed little girls, some of whom were students, and some were only thirteen or fourteen years old.

He Yuping couldn't bear it, so she robbed them of their memories.

It's like having a dream; forget the past and continue living carefree.

What good would it do to kill the only Japanese officer in the area?

She was trapped here by an invisible barrier.

The many vengeful spirits who were killed were unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and their resentment seeped into her body, becoming nourishment.

From this point on, He Yuping will suffer a thousand times more pain.

She wanted to complain to someone, but no one could hear her. The people in this area had either moved away or died.

After being tortured to the point of wishing for death, he harbored immense resentment and was sealed in a dark, dry well.

Later, the eldest son, Wang Muzheng, died on the battlefield, and the lovers who were happy with him also met with tragic ends, both falling to the underworld.

After Wang Muzheng's death, it was Wang Ye who copied his calligraphy and sent letters by carrier pigeon.

It was after the liberation of Beiping that Wang Ye returned and buried her body together with Wang Muzheng.

The truth of the past century has finally come to light.

Kind people often suffer hardship and injustice throughout their lives.

The wicked thrive.

Jiang Qi's voice was dry. "Do you know that after Beiping was liberated, it was renamed Beijing a long time ago?"

"Because our country has become strong, our people will no longer suffer from being bullied."

"You can see neon-lit streets at night, and you can also..."

He Yuping interrupted Jiang Qi's statement, and smiled faintly, "I haven't seen it, is it true?"

"I'm not lying to you. I believe you, and you should believe me too. I won't let you down."

"For a hundred years, no one has ever found my real body. I have been sealed away for too long and have never seen the outside world."

"Using the red umbrella as a medium, take me to see this peaceful and prosperous world."

"As a reward, you can make one request of me."