Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi quietly took Xiao Qing, who was still unconscious, to the back mountain.

He probably won't be able to wait until tomorrow to dispose of the body with Zhang Yongzhi.

The back mountain was eerily quiet at night, as if even the air had frozen and stopped flowing.

To reach the back of the mountain, you must first open the rusty iron gate and walk along a narrow path, going straight uphill.

The trees on both sides of the road stand tall, their leaves no longer swaying.

There were no birdsong, no insect chirping, not even the slightest friction sound.

The sounds of life were swallowed up, leaving only deathly silence.

On the path, Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi's footsteps were exceptionally clear.

Each step felt like tapping on an invisible wall of silence. Jiang Qi felt a strange sense of oppression, as if something was secretly watching them from the shadows.

It was like the calm before the storm, making Jiang Qi involuntarily tense. Fortunately, Lu Zhi was by his side, giving Jiang Qi a great sense of security.

As you walk to the end of the path, a chilling, oppressive atmosphere descends upon you.

What the flashlight could see was a sea of ​​flowers formed by unknown wildflowers.

Contrary to his expectations of a place littered with bones, a stone tablet stood in the very center, surrounded by flowers.

The entire stone tablet is two meters high and is covered with densely packed numbers, but it has no name.

Some of the characters had become blurred from the wind and rain. Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi turned around and found that lush roses had grown behind the stele.

The rose branches spread along the stone tablet, some bending and some stretching straight, creating a sense of order within disorder.

Among the leaves, some tender green buds can be faintly seen.

The most eye-catching sights were the buds that were about to bloom, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

For a moment, it masked the stench emanating from the corpse.

Xiao Qing slowly woke up, her consciousness gradually returning.

She was still alive; it seemed Jiang Qi had saved her.

As soon as Xiao Qing woke up, Lu Zhi immediately let go of her. He twitched his ears and heard footsteps that didn't belong to either of them.

To avoid holding them back, Xiaoqing forced herself to compose herself and asked in a low voice, "Where are we?"

“The back mountain,” Jiang Qi’s calm voice rang out.

Afterwards, Lu Zhi and Xiao Qing hid in a small house in an open space.

The flashlight went out, plunging the three into darkness.

A beam of light entered the back mountain through the glass window.

The bungalow wasn't big, but it was more than enough to accommodate three people.

Xiao Qing wanted to get closer to Jiang Qi out of fear, but was terrified by Lu Zhi's imposing presence.

They could only silently maintain a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Stepping on the soft, limp corpse in a body bag, Xiao Qing's emotions, which had finally calmed down, almost collapsed again.

These two people are simply not normal humans; they stood on the corpses without batting an eye.

She and Jiang Qi stared at the figure outside, a figure that Xiao Qing knew all too well.

He is Dr. Zhang Yongzhi, who has a very high reputation in the hospital.

What is he doing in the back mountain so late?

Zhang Yongzhi stood behind the monument where the three of them had just stood.

His expression was inscrutable, and at the same time, he took out an old photograph from his breast pocket.

Zhang Yongzhi had taken it out in his office more than once, and he would wake up from nightmares every night.

He thought that the time had come for it to end.

His hand gently stroked the stone tablet. "Father, this disaster started because of you, and it should end with you."

Zhang Yongzhi suddenly felt a chill on his face. He looked up at the dark sky and realized it was going to rain.

As he was about to turn away from the back mountain, he made another turn and arrived in front of the bungalow where the three of them were hiding.

Zhang Yongzhi didn't open the door; instead, he bent his fingers and knocked directly on the window where they were.

The voice was muffled through a thick pane of glass: "Come out, let's talk."

Most of the NPCs in the dungeon are quite shrewd. Jiang Qi had expected to be discovered, but he didn't expect Zhang Yongzhi to be so friendly to them.

Lights came on in the bungalow, and Zhang Yongzhi saw that it was Jiang Qi. "Oh, it's you. The patient who was 'pretending to be dead'."

Xiao Qing finally escaped those agonizing few minutes and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Before Jiang Qi could speak, Zhang Yongzhi continued speaking on his own, but his eyes were not on Jiang Qi.

“I admit, you’re very smart. But I once did something similar to you, trying to fake my death to fool my father.”

As if thinking of something, Zhang Yongzhi's voice gradually became hoarse.

"After it was discovered, I realized how stupid this method was."

"You'll have to find out the truth behind Muchun Mental Hospital yourselves. As for whether you can escape, that's up to you."

“I can help you, but ironically, I was completely fooled myself.”

"To be honest, I can't get any real proof either."

Jiang Qi asked briefly, "Where is the dean now?"

Upon hearing the word "dean," Zhang Yongzhi scoffed, "Right now, he's still living in fear in his office."

Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi stopped talking and rushed towards the hospital with Xiao Qing like the wind.

Zhang Yongzhi knew everything, yet he could do nothing.

He couldn't stop his father's mistake; his own father had implanted a chip in his body that combined control and positioning.

Even the information and evidence he found for Zheng Mingzhao at the time were fake; only the experimental photos inside were real.

In the end, it was burned down.

Father, oh, he doesn't deserve to be a father at all.

He was just a madman who spent time transforming himself and his son into monsters.

From beginning to end, the mother could not be brought back to life.

Now, his own son has become this inhuman, ghostly figure, all because of him.

"How many more people do you want to kill before you stop? Your mother is long gone."

That's how I angrily questioned my father back then.

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have let Zheng Mingzhao go to Muchun Mental Hospital in the first place.

If it weren't for Zheng Mingzhao's obsession, he would have wanted to die with her long ago.

Zheng Mingzhao's wish has not yet been fulfilled; they have not yet seen the sunlight; the dean has not yet received the appropriate punishment; he cannot die yet.

The Muchun Mental Hospital had not yet been completely overrun. Cheng Cuo, Lin Wanchu, and Lu Xue quickly reunited and arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

At the same time, they also saw Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi rushing over, followed by someone they didn't recognize.

Jiang Qi didn't have time to say anything to them, only leaving a message to follow them to the top floor.

Xiao Qing swiped her card to enter the elevator. Inside the cramped elevator, the atmosphere was tense, and the five of them remained silent.

The elevator shook occasionally, the light bulbs crackled, and blood began to ooze from somewhere in the elevator car. Soon, the flowing blood filled the entire space.

The elevator doors opened, and the entire building was bathed in an ominous red light.

Especially after reaching the top floor, the sense of fear reached its peak.

The ground and the ceiling were filled with black ghostly figures.

However, these ghostly figures surprisingly did not attack them.

As I stepped into the tenth-floor corridor, the elevator doors behind me slammed shut.

It was pitch black all around, and even the light from a flashlight couldn't dispel it.

On her way to the dean's office, Xiao Qing got goosebumps and her scalp tingled. She could also hear ghostly whispers all around her.

"New human, smells so good."

"They were wearing hospital gowns, just as pitiful as we were."

"We must not harm our own kind..."

Seemingly sensing the intruder's intentions, the ghostly figures moved away from the dean's office door.

Under the expectant gazes of the ghosts and their companions, Jiang Qi easily pressed the doorknob and opened the door that the ghosts had been unable to enter.

The ghostly figures rushed into the room even more eagerly than Jiang Qi and his companions, but the people inside had already vanished.

Suddenly, the office was filled with the shrill cries and angry howls of ghostly figures, so piercing that it hurt the ears.

Amidst the chaos, Jiang Qi and the other four all turned their gazes to the surveillance computer in the corner of the room.

The originally clear and continuous surveillance footage began to show abnormalities.

The screen was gradually covered by countless white dots, like silent snowflakes dancing in the quiet room.

These white dots continued to increase and slowly spread until the entire image became blurry.

The air around the monitoring computer seemed to become even more oppressive, with an indescribable sense of unease.

It seemed as if something was spying on this space, and the snowflake screen was just a trace it left behind.

In this eerie atmosphere, the surveillance cameras turning into snowflakes foreshadowed some ominous sign that was about to befall them.

There was a faint sound coming from the window, and Lu Xue was the first to open it to check.

The dean outside the window could no longer be called human. He deliberately transformed into a ghost to cover his scent in an attempt to escape, but they discovered him first.

The dean's eyes flashed with an eerie red light, and Lu Xue retreated in terror.

The dean's body had long since changed; his form was distorted, and his limbs gradually lengthened, becoming slender and powerful.

The skin became rough and covered with black hair.

The fingers transformed into eight flexible tentacles, each covered with sharp claws.

His face was the last to begin to deform; his eyes sunken, his mouth widened, and a row of sharp fangs was revealed.

The moonlight shone on the Dean's body, and his massive limbs launched an attack.

What waves can mere humans possibly make?

The spider's legs were so fast they left afterimages. Lin Wanchu wanted to protect Lu Xue, but Lu Xue ended up taking the damage herself.

Fortunately, it was fast enough that the spider's leg only scratched Lu Xue's stomach.

Sharp as a knife, Lu Xue's face was pale, and Lin Wanchu's fingers trembled as she tried to stop the bleeding with her hands.

The dean injured one person, distracting several others. He then smugly extended his spider legs, ready to continue his attack.

Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi worked together to fend off the Dean's attacks. The spider had too many legs, and even when Jiang Qi cut them off with his peach blossom hairpin, they would regenerate.

This won't work; it's not only mentally taxing but also a waste of time.

Xiao Qing, who was stunned, couldn't do anything. She could only help Lin Wanchu treat Lu Xue's wounds.

Seeing Lu Xue's increasingly pale face, Lin Wanchu had a bad feeling. She lifted the bandage and found dark blood flowing out.

Spider legs are poisonous.