Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

A hint of crimson crimson mingled with the mist as hordes of ghostly figures surged into the hospital building.

How could they forget who turned them into this, treated like animals in life and never finding peace in death?

How could they possibly let the culprit off so easily?

The people in the dean's office sensed the commotion outside and were terrified.

Holding a cross, trembling all over, he huddled in a corner, his face haggard, his chin covered in stubble.

He kept muttering to himself, "Lord, please bless me..."

Since being haunted by evil spirits, he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Fortunately, he had already found a master to exorcise the demon when he realized something was wrong.

He was only trying to resurrect his lover. What wrong had he done? No one could stop him, not even his son could disobey his orders.

Why do those patients come looking for him when they've already died and gone to be reincarnated?

Once he gets through the night, he can arrange his experiments with a clear conscience during the day.

Wait a little longer, the experiment is about to succeed.

He will see his lover again soon. He won't allow his lover to leave him. Didn't they promise to stay together forever?

Not only Jiang Qi, but also Lin Wanchu, Lu Xue, and Cheng Cuo sneaked out of the ward.

Lu Xue's unique constitution allowed her to quickly sense the changes taking place in the hospital.

The ward door was tightly closed, and occasionally a few suppressed groans or low sobs could be heard from inside.

Those sounds stood out starkly against the silence, as if life itself was slipping away unnoticed.

Every time Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue walked by, the sounds behind the door would disappear briefly and then reappear, like an endless cycle.

It wasn't until Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue passed the mirror at the end of the corridor several times that they realized they were trapped on this floor.

At the same time, Cheng Cuo came out of the ward and quietly passed by one ward after another.

As Cheng Cuo walked through the dimly lit and narrow corridor, he stopped in his tracks, having just reached a corner.

In this chaotic place, the figure of a small child gradually came into view.

He huddled in an inconspicuous corner, his arms tightly wrapped around his knees, his small back pressed against the cold wall.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and his face was as pale as paper.

He was wearing a tattered hospital gown, which was filthy and looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time.

Her hair was a mess, like a clump of weeds.

He seemed to sense the gaze, slowly raised his head, and stared intently at Cheng Cuo.

A strange smile appeared on his lips, and then he said in a hoarse voice, "Have you seen my mother? Can you help me find her?"

His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Cheng Cuo remained calm and composed, his voice extremely steady, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

"I haven't seen your mother yet. Tell me what your mother looks like, and I can go look for her with you."

Cheng Cuo said this on the surface, but in reality, he had already been planning how to escape.

This little kid is one of the most troublesome monsters in the dungeon, and he has more important things to do.

Cheng Cuo tried to take a step back and sneak away, wanting to escape, but his feet seemed to be held back by something, and he couldn't move.

This left Cheng Cuo standing there, watching him and listening to him speak.

"Can you help me find my mother?" he asked again, his voice even hoarser and more terrifying.

Cheng Cuo felt a chill run down his spine. He hated encountering children and ghosts the most, and of all bad luck, he had run into one.

Cheng Cuo knew that she couldn't help him find his mother.

The hospital treats patients so cruelly. This child is already dead, and his mother is probably dead too.

They are all dead, and their souls wander the world, unable to find a home.

Cheng Cuo wanted to tell him the truth, but he couldn't speak anymore.

He really couldn't think of any good way to deal with the child. If he angered him, he would just use props to fight him to the death, and he would feel a little more at ease.

As a result, he couldn't speak anymore.

Although he was a bit selfish, he still had some sense of morality.

Cheng Cuo could only look at him, at his smiling face, at his eyes, and at his voice.

"Can you help me find my mother?" he asked again, his voice filled with pleading.

Please let me speak! I can't speak or move, so how am I supposed to help you find your mother?

Cheng Cuo was speechless for a moment. Forget it, he couldn't waste any more time with him.

Cheng Cuo redeemed a "Dream Come True" item from the system shop, specifically designed to deal with ghosts and monsters. Hearing the sound of points being deducted, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Outside Cheng Cuo's live stream, all the players couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The comments section was filled with "hahahahaha," as viewers had watched Cheng Cuo play so many dungeons and rarely saw him get the short end of the stick with a kid.

Cheng Cuo has some long-time fans who know exactly what kind of trouble he fears most, and now he's encountered it.

Although it was very unethical, they weren't afraid of what might happen to Cheng Cuo.

Cheng Cuo looked into the child's dark eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

This prop can trap ghosts in a pre-woven dream if they make eye contact with it for less than five seconds.

Sure enough, the child's eyes gradually became unfocused, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Cheng Cuo felt that his body could move freely again. He tried to open his mouth and made a few syllables in his throat. He could speak now.

Surprisingly, this tool actually works quite well.

Cheng Cuo's mood improved. He patted the child's head, his voice casual and seemingly unserious, yet brimming with gentle tenderness.

"Brother, I'm leaving now. You can spend more time with your mother in your dreams."

"Bye-Bye!"

On the other side, Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue were searching for a way to break the vicious cycle.

However, the situation is slightly unfavorable.

The two people were separated into two different spaces in front of the mirror.

One is outside the mirror, and the other is inside the mirror.

Lu Xue, who was sucked into the mirror, looked at the slightly familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar environment and called out Lin Wanchu's name.

Abrupt footsteps sounded behind him, and he followed Lu Xue at a leisurely pace.

Lu Xue didn't dare to look back; she knew clearly that it wasn't Lin Wanchu's footsteps.

She needs to find a place to hide, yes, hide.

She needed to stay calm; she needed to get out of there alive.

Lu Xue quickened her pace and ran all the way to hide in a cabinet in an office.

Under the dim light, the space inside the cabinet appeared unusually cramped, with dusty old items and messy papers piled up all around.

The air was thick with a musty smell and an indescribable, unsettling odor.

Lu Xue huddled in this secluded corner, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees, trying to make her breathing soft and slow, afraid of being detected by the unknown terror outside.

My heart pounded violently in my chest like a drum, each thud seeming to echo in the deathly silence.

Lu Xue's ears were filled with the sound of her own rapid heartbeat and the faint, eerie noises coming from outside.

It was an indescribable sound, like a whisper or a snicker, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, a cold yet powerful hand landed silently on Lu Xue's lips, and at that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Unable to scream, Lu Xue could only see her endless fear reflected in her dilated pupils.

The hand covered Lu Xue's mouth tightly, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Lu Xue's heart skipped a beat, followed by a wave of dizziness.

Lu Xue tried to struggle, but her body seemed to have lost control, stiff and powerless.

The warmth of that hand seemed to penetrate her skin and seep into her blood, giving Lux a chill that ran deep into her bones.

Lu Xue's eyes darted around, hoping to find a glimmer of hope, but everything in the closet was swallowed by darkness, except for the presence of that hand, which was clearly perceptible.

Is this hand human or ghost? Could it be something from outside? Is she going to die so soon?

That hand held Lu Xue tightly, restraining her restless movements.

A cold sensation ran down my ear, and a hoarse, deep voice sounded, sounding rather familiar.

The voice was extremely soft and faint, as if afraid of being discovered by some unknown monster outside.

"Shh, listen to me, don't move, don't make a sound, or we'll be discovered."

Isn't that voice her own?!