Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 111 How Long Are You Going to Pretend?

The sound of the mirror shattering was neither loud nor soft, but it was quite noticeable in this quiet environment.

Lin Wanchu realized what was happening and rushed in.

Lu Xue dared not move, and only when the familiar scent enveloped her entire body did she completely relax.

Lu Xue pressed her cheek against Lin Wanchu's warm chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat in her chest, and only then did she feel that she had truly come back to life.

"A-Chu, that mirror..."

Lin Wanchu gently interrupted Lu Xue and promised her, "Don't worry, Xiao Xue, I will take care of the mirror."

"You should have a good rest first."

Lin Wanchu tidied Lu Xue's sweaty hair, lowered her head and gently kissed her forehead with a soothing tenderness.

Lin Wanchu picked up Lu Xue in her arms and gently placed her on the bed under Chi Miaomiao's worried gaze.

Chi Miaomiao asked, "What happened? Is Lu Xue alright?"

"Yes, there's a new mirror in our room. I don't know if someone put it there with malicious intent or for some other reason."

"Thankfully, Lu Xue is alright. My Lu Xue isn't some little rabbit that can be slaughtered at will."

"Jiang Qi, what do you think?"

Jiang Qi lowered his eyes and said in a stern voice, "It cannot be ruled out that someone deliberately let them in to harm us, and they even chose to target the one who looked the weakest."

“When we came in, we didn’t see any mirrors.”

"Let's leave aside the ghost hiding in the shadows for now; it's not that smart, it's just good at disguising itself."

"Lu Xue, you did a great job this time, you're very impressive."

Jiang Qi finally offered a heartfelt compliment, and Lu Xue, feeling affirmed, instantly beamed with joy.

On the other side, the female player sat nervously on the bed.

She was still quite scared to be alone in the room.

A gust of cold wind swept through, and all the candlelight in the room suddenly went out.

The female player was filled with doubt and surprise. In the darkness, she heard a knocking sound coming from outside the door.

Exactly four sounds, with an interval of less than five seconds.

She heard a familiar voice coming from outside and said softly.

"Xiao Tang, open the door quickly, I'm back."

"It's so cold outside, I'm so scared, please open the door for me, waaaaah."

Upon hearing Mo Qing's voice, Xiao Tang forgot everything and quietly opened the door.

He had completely forgotten the taboo in the dungeon: don't open the door to strangers at midnight, because you never know whether it's a person or a ghost returning.

Mo Qing's blurry figure was hidden in the darkness, as if she had been caught in a rain, with water dripping down her body and wetting a small patch of the floor.

Mo Qing was completely unaware of this, while Xiao Tang cautiously inquired.

"Mo Qing, you're finally back! I was so worried about you. What happened to you?"

It was cold outside, and Xiao Tang didn't step out of the door. By the dim light, he could see what Mo Qing looked like.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was deathly pale.

Mo Qing moved her lips, her voice hoarse and cold.

"I just accidentally fell into the stream, Xiao Tang, I'm so cold, please let me in."

Xiao Tang hesitated for a few seconds, seemingly thinking, but still did not agree to let Mo Qing in.

The sound of steady footsteps came from behind, clattering against Xiao Tang's tense heart.

The man had silently appeared behind Mo Qing without her noticing, and lowered his head, placing his hands on Mo Qing's shoulders.

His face was expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the two of them with an indifferent look as if he were looking at a pile of dead objects.

His voice was icy cold, like a snake's forked tongue.

"How long are you going to keep up this act?"

Upon hearing his voice, Xiao Tang inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. The person who came was none other than Lu Zhi.

Getting him to act along is a bit difficult; what if he dies before we can get him to come?

Mo Qing wanted to say something to explain, but she couldn't resist Lu Zhi's oppressive aura and could only stand there dumbfounded.

The fact that he couldn't kill the person immediately annoyed Lu Zhi, but he still needed to pry some clues for his brother, so he held back.

Jiang Qi had specifically instructed him not to let Mo Qing escape, nor to let her die directly.

This is really a difficult situation; he's not in a hurry to take Mo Qing back.

Mo Qing can't escape.

Suddenly, the situation reversed. Lu Zhi put away the cold smile on his lips, grabbed Xiao Tang by the neck, and slammed him against the wall.

Those cold, gloomy eyes stared at him, and the icy back of the blade pressed against the back of Xiao Tang's neck, making Xiao Tang's hair stand on end.

But Lu Zhi nonchalantly ran the back of the knife across Xiao Tang's skin: "Tell me, you've touched my brother with both hands, what am I supposed to do with you?"

Before Xiao Tang could answer, Lu Zhiwu started to act on his own.

A faint sound of a blood vessel rupturing rang out, and half of the blade pierced into Xiao Tang's fragile wrist, the sharp blade as white as snow.

Xiao Tang screamed and struggled desperately. Freed from Lu Zhi's restraints, he fell to the ground, convulsing and clutching his wrist tightly.

Bright red blood smeared across his entire palm, and Xiao Tang was in excruciating pain.

Blood splattered on Lu Zhi's cold face, but his expression remained unchanged.

Lu Zhi scoffed and looked at Xiao Tang with disgust.

"This is just a warning. Stop pretending. I knew you were acting all along."

"The acting is so fake. He's clearly a man, but he has to pretend to be a woman to gain sympathy."