Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Jiang Qi's face darkened, and a faint chill flashed in his eyes.

However, Jiang Qi quickly concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He regained his calm demeanor, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a low chuckle escaped from deep within his throat.

Even though Jiang Qi hadn't done anything yet, the man felt a powerful sense of pressure and crisis emanating from him.

The man tried to get the axe back to his side, but the axe remained motionless in Jiang Qi's hand.

It was astonished; the axe hadn't returned because it couldn't defeat the human in front of it.

Jiang Qi was still holding the axe, carefully demonstrating it to himself.

It seemed as if it was pondering how to kill itself in the most satisfying way.

The man was strange; he was clearly the monster.

It was actually intimidated by a mere human, but the axe was still in Jiang Qi's hands, and it had lost its most powerful weapon.

It's a ghost, how can you back down? Something must be wrong.

Before the man could launch the first attack, Jiang Qi had already made his move.

The man only saw a dark shadow rush towards him. Before he could even defend himself, an axe slammed into his body, and the pain felt incredibly real.

The man knelt down on the ground with a thud, and now, Jiang Qi grinned, looking at him with a smile.

The subordinates, however, were not gentle at all, wielding an axe and unilaterally beating the man.

The man resisted several times but failed, and was subdued by Jiang Qi with even greater force.

The thick, disgusting green blood belonging to ghosts and monsters was also flowing all over the ground, leaving no part of their bodies unscathed.

A few drops occasionally splashed onto Jiang Qi's face, but he turned his head to avoid them.

Now, even the long-headed ghost and the players watching the live stream outside the dungeon all think that Jiang Qi is the real terrifying and perverted ghost.

No player has ever been able to beat up a monster without batting an eye.

The only sound in the corridor was Jiang Qi chopping at the ghosts with his axe, though occasionally one could hear a man's screams.

The overhead lights were dim, and this was the scene that Cheng Cuo and Wu Yu were presented with when they finally entered through the elevator.

The dim light shone on the young man's well-defined face; his skin was pale, his features were handsome, and his downcast eyes revealed no emotion.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and his thin lips were slightly red, as if stained with blood.

Like a demon with broken wings, fallen into hell, it is beautiful, but it chills the heart.

The long-headed monster had already hidden itself away in some corner.

It was more worried about its own life and death than about the contents of the letter being made public; it didn't want to be tortured like that.

The ghost will not be killed easily; the pain will remain, but it will be amplified several times over.

It's easy to imagine what the man is going through; he certainly can't bear it.

If even men stronger than itself are being tortured like this, then if they catch it, it certainly won't be able to escape either.

Luckily, it ran away quickly. It had to escape before that cruel human caught it.

However, just as the long-headed monster was about to continue its escape, a sudden chill ran down its spine, and it froze in place, seeing a familiar figure.

It immediately began to plead in a low, subservient voice, "Please spare me! Please spare me! I'll do anything, just don't kill me!"

A sneer came from afar, "I won't kill you. Go back later and tell me everything you know. My brother is so easy to talk to, he won't torture you like that."

After saying that, he paused for a moment. The long-headed monster's heart tightened, thinking he was about to die, and he began to kowtow on the ground with all his might.

"Maybe my brother will let you go, but I'm not that kind. You decide for yourself."

The long-headed monster nodded hurriedly, waiting for the oppressive feeling to subside.

Only then did it dare to raise its head, its fearful eyes darting around. After confirming that the person had left, it disappeared into the darkness and turned back to the third floor.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Qi glanced at the two of them.

Cheng Cuo and Wu Yu did not miss it; Jiang Qi was hiding under the dim light, his eyes filled with cold killing intent.

Jiang Qi pulled the axe from the man who seemed oblivious to his own death, and stepped on the man's swollen face.

Even though Cheng Cuo and Wu Yu had experienced so many dungeons, they had never seen such a ruthless newcomer.

They still managed to unilaterally and overwhelmingly defeat the ghost so badly.

Cheng Cuo wasn't a completely good person either, but he thought that he wouldn't dare to treat ghosts like that without the props.

Jiang Qi spoke, his voice as cold as ice, sending chills down one's spine.

"The punishment is over. Next, I will take you to meet two people. I think you should know them very well."

All the souls or ghosts trapped on this floor have been devoured by it.

However, it mercifully kept those who were useful to it or who obeyed it.

The thought of that possibility made the man's wounded body tremble with fear.

Finally, Jiang Qi said to Cheng Cuo and Wu Yu, "What are you two standing there for? Keep an eye on it and don't let it run away."

After saying that, she walked straight towards Lu Zhi, who was huddled in the corner.

Lu Zhi was seen leaning weakly against the corner of the wall, blood still flowing from his body.

His chest area, in particular, was soaked with blood.

Lu Zhi's face was pale, as if he would die at any moment.

Actually, when Lu Zhi blocked the axe for him, he was more incredulous.

After all, in her previous life, no matter how much Bai Xiaoyu sacrificed, she never did this for him.

How could he be so foolish as to protect him through so many dungeons? Maybe he can only blame himself for misjudging people.

Lu Zhi and he had only known each other for a short time, and they didn't have a deep connection. There was no need for Lu Zhi to shield him from that attack.

Moreover, given Lu Zhi's strength, he is fully capable of blocking the axe.

He didn't understand that simply liking someone could lead to such a level of affection.

Jiang Qi set aside his obsessive-compulsive disorder and wanted to help Lu Zhi treat his wounds.

Jiang Qi was very careful, but just as he was about to touch the area on the chest, Lu Zhi grabbed his wrist.

Lu Zhi's voice was barely audible. "Brother, no need. My wound will heal on its own."

Jiang Qi looked up at Lu Zhi stubbornly, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes filled with deep self-reproach, but also with heartache.

Well, Lu Zhi was secretly overjoyed, but he couldn't bear to see his brother being wronged.

Slowly releasing his grip, Jiang Qi began to treat Lu Zhi's wounds.

Looking at his brother's serious expression, Lu Zhi felt more than just happiness; there was something else he couldn't quite explain.

While Lu Zhi was still immersed in the fact that his brother was paying more and more attention to him.

But then she suddenly heard Jiang Qi say, "Actually, at first I used that man as an outlet for my emotions, just like you."

"I'm still a little angry. You could have easily avoided it."

However, when he reached the end, Jiang Qi's voice suddenly became very soft, so soft that only he could hear it.

However, Lu Zhi still heard what his stubborn but soft-hearted brother said.

"It hurts me to see you hurt."