Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

A circle of people gathered in the hall. Lu Zhi leaned against the cold wall, while Jiang Qi in his arms frantically exchanged nutrient solutions to recover his strength.

The figures forming a circle are black ghosts.

The monsters were mostly dealt with, and Lin Wanchu was still able to find time to attack the monsters in between her fight with the dean.

The monsters had their heads chopped off; some collapsed to the ground, while others were still searching for their heads when Lin Wanchu finished them off with a single scythe.

More and more monster corpses fell at Lin Wanchu's feet, and the dean still wanted to use the hospital building to delay Lin Wanchu's attack.

However, her plan backfired, and Lin Wanchu ended up cutting the hospital building in half.

The wall collapsed with a roar, but what fell were not ordinary bricks, but actual chunks of flesh.

The dean's internal core was attacked, causing severe damage. His spider-like appearance molted, slowly reverting to his original human form.

The hospital director has long been integrated into the hospital, even incorporating the core of the hospital's structure into the building.

At this moment, the dean coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and a large hole formed in his chest.

He has a strong will to live and won't die anytime soon, but he is currently very weak.

Even if he were to fight Lin Wanchu again, he wouldn't be able to win a single round.

Excited ghostly figures tried to swarm forward and devour the dean.

If not now, when?

Bai Xiaoyu, who was escaping from the front gate of the hospital building, inadvertently became the chicken in Lin Wanchu's scapegoat.

Lin Wanchu's sharp scythe severed his arm, and the severed arm landed right in front of the group of restless ghosts with a "whoosh".

Before Bai Xiaoyu could scream, under the terrifying gaze of Lin Wanchu, he could only silently cover his arm and slink away from Lin Wanchu's sight.

The more timid ghost was so frightened that it covered its head and screamed, "Aaaaaah, a person is killing someone!"

They're the ghosts, so why are they afraid of a human?

"Shut up, it's so noisy."

Then, the banyan tree in front of the hall also crashed down.

Only a clean cut remains.

In an instant, the ghostly figures fell silent, and the remaining ghostly figures also became docile.

As the saying goes, the pinker the hair, the harder the beating.

Seeing Lin Wanchu's actions, the players outside the screen felt that what she said made perfect sense.

Lin Wanchu felt a buzzing in her ears, making her head feel like it was going to explode.

The destructive urge that was being pulled out of his heart grew stronger, and the black aura on the [Annihilation] Blade became even denser than before.

The power above occasionally absorbs from ghosts and monsters, and Lin Wanchu, who is standing on top of the monster's corpse, has not yet regained consciousness.

Her fingers, holding the [Annihilation], trembled slightly. She couldn't control herself; all she knew was that she couldn't hurt anyone else.

Lin Wanchu picked up the dean like a chick, slung the scythe over her shoulder, and her violent aura had not completely disappeared.

As the rain subsided, the hospital buildings became open-air, their walls undulating like real breathing.

Cheng Cuo had already cracked the hidden door behind the bookshelf in the dean's office, taken the computer and a small USB drive, and then carried Lu Xue away from there.

The only surviving players are Jiang Qi's team, Song Qingci, and Bai Xiaoyu.

The group had already moved to a slightly drier open space on the playground. Jiang Qi looked at Lin Wanchu's bloodshot eyes and immediately sensed something was wrong.

She did not regain her senses.

Jiang Qi gave Cheng Cuo a look, and Cheng Cuo immediately understood, holding Lu Xue's body without any difficulty.

He blocked Lin Wanchu's approach and asked in a soft voice, "Lin Wanchu, are you alright?"

"Lu Xue is still waiting for you, we are all waiting for you."

Lin Wanchu's body trembled slightly, her consciousness regained a sliver of clarity, and she tried her best to suppress the violent thoughts in her heart.

Yes...yes, she still has Luxue, she absolutely cannot lose control, absolutely not!

As before, Lin Wanchu struggled against the powerful force, veins bulging on her forehead, her back arched, her whole body trembling, kneeling on the ground.

With a clang, the sickle was thrown to the ground by Lin Wanchu, and her eyes gradually returned to normal.

Jiang Qi pushed himself up, his strength had almost recovered, and Lu Zhi, who was beside him, supported him with concern.

Lin Wanchu was covered in the monster's blood.

Jiang Qi's hand, which was about to pat Lin Wanchu's head, inexplicably paused and slid down to Lin Wanchu's shoulder.

As always, he patted her on the shoulder. When Lin Wanchu could no longer hold on and collapsed, she saw Lu Xue's pale face and heard Jiang Qi's voice.

"You're quite handsome. Go to sleep, and everything will be over when you wake up."

Lin Wanchu was caught by a huge monster's claw, thus avoiding close contact with the ground.

Jiang Qi leaned against Lu Zhi, looked at the dean, and with a flick of his finger, he was bound hand and foot.

The ghostly figures around the dean were menacing, eager to avenge their great grudge.

After resting for a while, the group decided to go to the back mountain.

The clock struck four in the morning; dawn was approaching.

The flower fields on the back hill were wilted by the rain, only the roses on the stone tablet remained unchanged.

Zhang Yongzhi leaned against the stone tablet, looking at the group of people in front of him, his voice hoarse: "You've come."

Without further pleasantries, Zhang Yongzhi gently touched the rosebuds and recounted his father's crimes to the players.

Cheng Cuo took out his computer at the right moment, turned it on, inserted the USB drive, and handed it to Zhang Yongzhi.

Zhang Yongzhi gave a wry smile, entered the password, and unsurprisingly, it was his mother's.

He never expected that the truth he had been searching for would be so simple.

The computer contained electronic documents proving that the father had engaged in organ trafficking with wealthy individuals, and shockingly, the human experimentation process had been recorded as a video.

Where did you find it?

Cheng Cuo replied, "Uh, there's a hidden door behind the bookshelf in the dean's office, it's inside."

Zhang Yongzhi took the photo out of his pocket, his eyes lingering, his gaze vacant, as he recalled some past events.

He could still recall the plan he had discussed with Zheng Mingzhao.

They made Zheng Mingzhao fake his death and secretly escape at night.

He had made thorough preparations for her and rehearsed so many escape routes with her.

Zhang Yongzhi couldn't take her with him when they ran away, so he could only try his best to prevent his father from finding out anything.

However, another boy escaped with Zheng Mingzhao, and at the time, no one knew how the dean discovered it.

As for how they were captured and brought back, all Zhang Yongzhi remembered was that when he saw Zheng Mingzhao again, she was covered in sores and lying weakly in a hospital bed.

When Zheng Mingzhao saw him, she tried to turn her face away, not wanting Zhang Yongzhi to see her ugly face.

Zhang Yongzhi held Zheng Mingzhao's hand tightly, and his scalding tears fell into Zheng Mingzhao's heart.

Her voice was like a kite with a broken string, "While I still have the strength, let me talk to you a little longer."

"You must help me reveal the truth about Muchun Mental Hospital to the world, so that no more innocent people can be dragged into this, okay?"

"..."

“Yongzhi, lower your head a little more.”

Zheng Mingzhao leaned close to Zhang Yongzhi's ear with difficulty, "Finally, remember to live well."

"I love you, please don't remember me, forget me, okay..."

Zheng Mingzhao fell into eternal sleep at the end of June.

Later, Zhang Yongzhi personally put his lover into a body bag.

The hospital affixed a label to the body bag that read, "Number 9008, total body ulceration, organ failure, confirmed dead."

When Zhang Yongzhi buried Zheng Mingzhao under the stone tablet, he tore off the label.

She is not some cold string of numbers.

She has a name; her name is Zheng Mingzhao.

Zheng (郑) means solemn, Ming (明) means dawn, and Zhao (昭) means to announce to the world.

Returning to the present, Zhang Yongzhi sincerely thanked the person in front of him for helping him and his loved one fulfill their unfinished wish.

Zhang Yongzhi stood up and bowed deeply. "Thank you!"

Then, he did something that no one expected.

He personally used a scalpel to cut out his own heart; it was bright red and still beating.

Zhang Yongzhi endured the excruciating pain and removed the chip from his heart.

He handed the chip, stained with warm blood, to Jiang Qi, and with his last bit of strength, lay down in the pit he had already dug for himself.

In the early morning, the moon emerged from the clouds, its light spilling onto the rose bushes and illuminating the scene.

The man held the woman's body tightly, his face filled with sorrow and relief. His tears fell onto the woman's pale bones, drifting to the ground along with the flower petals.

The surrounding roses seemed to come alive, their heads drooping as they gently brushed against the man's cheeks.

The man's memories surged like a tide, flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

As time passed, dawn gradually broke on the horizon.

When Zhang Yongzhi committed suicide, no one stopped him; it was his own choice.

Perhaps he also inherited a trait from his father—extreme love.

With his lover dead, how could Zhang Yongzhi live on alone?

Zhang Yongzhi thought, "Spring without you is about to end, and summer with you is about to arrive."

Zheng Mingzhao once said that she likes roses, and the flower language of roses is longing for love.

He also fell in love with roses because of her.

After she died, he planted roses for her. The roses bloomed every year, but the beloved was no more.

It was completely light.