Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

"I have something to do, you guys hurry up and catch up."

As Yi Zanglan ran, he suddenly uttered these words and then quickened his pace even more.

She temporarily distanced herself from her teammates and sprinted forward, taking down countless zombies in her path. Finally, she intercepted her target in a corner alley near the vocational school.

"Excuse me."

Qi Chuan was in a hurry to enter the school to hide temporarily, but he was startled when he saw her and looked slightly embarrassed.

"Um, hello, haven't we met before?"

"Didn't we just see each other a few hours ago?" Yi Zanglan looked at him with a half-smile. "Back then, you were secretly spying on other people's conversations."

"...My apologies for my rudeness." He bowed politely. "May I ask your name?"

"His surname is Yi."

"Miss Yi, you've already taken one of my No. 2 potions. Isn't that enough as an apology?"

"That's enough, so I'm not here to cause you any trouble," Yi Zanglan said. "I just want to borrow your map to take a look."

"...What are you looking at? Looking at Brother Ling's position?"

Qi Chuan guessed it, and for a moment his expression showed a hint of hesitation. Although he quickly recovered, it did not escape Yi Zanglan's eyes.

Yi Zanglan's gaze turned cold. She grabbed his arm and looked down at the watch.

The mission receiver is currently on the map interface. Ling Ye and Du Songzi's dots are next to each other, but the dot representing Ling Ye has clearly dimmed and turned gray.

This was the first time she had seen the light spot turn gray in this game. Although she didn't understand the specific meaning, she could guess that the opponent's condition must be very bad, perhaps a sign that their mental energy was about to reach its limit.

"Have you seen Ling Ye?"

"I've never seen him before. I've already told you that there's been some misunderstanding between Brother Ling and me. Even if I went to see him, he wouldn't be willing to take me with him."

"lie."

As Yi Zanglan uttered those two words, she had already reached for his coat with lightning speed. Her hand was so fast that Qi Chuan didn't have time to stop her before she touched the thing in his arms.

The three vials of medicine were packaged in an old-fashioned soft candy bag—the same kind of candy that Lingye had given her before.

Without a doubt, this is Lingye's work.

Yi Zanglan's face darkened, and she asked him coldly, "What did you do to Ling Ye?"

Her gaze carried a calm scrutiny that inexplicably made Qi Chuan feel suffocated. He wanted to answer confidently, but his intuition told him that no matter what he said, he would reveal his weakness in front of her.

"I really have never met Brother Ling. What is your relationship with him? Why are you pressing me so hard?"

"Because you want to kill him."

"..."

"You two are teammates, he saved your life twice, yet you want to kill him."

It's not a question, but a statement.

Qi Chuan lowered his head, concealing the fleeting rage in his eyes.

When he looked at her, his expression remained humble, even somewhat naive.

"How could that be, Miss Yi? You can't just say things like that. You know Brother Ling saved my life, I could never repay kindness with enmity."

[System prompt: Do you want to use the skill [Soul Shock] on player [Yi Zanglan]? Using this skill will inflict a fear illusion on the target. Limited to three uses globally, two remaining.]

【Yes. 】

……

Everything happened in an instant. A chill suddenly rose in the air, and along with the fog filled with the virus, it swept through Yi Zanglan's consciousness.

She began to experience a sharp ringing in her ears and her vision blurred. When her vision cleared, she saw a gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman standing in front of her, with her hair tied up in a bun.

It was her adoptive mother, Yi Yuncen.

So close, the other person's image was so real it almost blurred her senses; their smile was gentle, and even the hand reaching out to her felt warm.

"Lanlan, are you coming home for dinner this weekend? I found a really pretty hairpin in town, I'll give it to you as a birthday present."

These were the last words Yi Yuncen spoke to her in his life, and she never saw the hairpin that should have belonged to her again.

What kind of hairpin was that?

Just before her fingertips were about to touch him, the spreading flames instantly engulfed the woman in front of her, and also the face she had recalled countless times in her dreams.

The white sheet covering the stretcher was swept up by the wind along with the flying ashes, revealing the charred, blackened corpse underneath.

How ironic, she had personally killed so many people, yet never collected any of their bodies.

But now, it's the person she most wants to protect.

She had thought that Yi Yuncen would live to be a hundred years old.

Yi Yuncen should live to be a hundred years old.

……

All the lost memories replayed, taking only three or four seconds, but no one knows how long the illusion actually lasts.

Qi Chuan carefully observed Yi Zanglan's expression, and he smiled, as if he had sighed with relief.

"Miss Yi, I didn't really intend to kill Brother Ling, but if he goes back alive, it won't be a good thing for me or the team."

"I didn't want to kill you either, but you're too smart, and you came to me on your own initiative."

"What a pity. Since you care about him so much, why don't you go and keep him company?"

He raised the steel pipe in his hand, swinging it with a sharp whooshing sound, and brought it down heavily on her head.

Given his strength, this would surely be a fatal blow that hits the vital points.

...But the attack never landed.

The steel pipe was suspended three inches above Yi Zanglan's head when she caught it with her bare hands, preventing it from falling any further.

Yi Zanglan raised her head, and in Qi Chuan's shocked gaze, she suddenly threw a punch with all her might.

"Well!"

Qi Chuan's injury tolerance was S-, which was already high enough, but he still couldn't withstand this punch. A muffled cracking sound came from his throat bone on the spot.

He staggered backward, clutching his throat with both hands, his eyes bulging outward from the pain, making a series of hoarse, gurgling sounds.

He couldn't understand why this woman could use Soul Shock, which was absolute mental control with no restrictions on its use, and even Ling Ye had to be stabbed by him to regain his senses.

How could she possibly withstand her own four-star personal skill?!

Yi Zanglan walked over and looked down at him. She drew the newly acquired machete from her waist and deftly ran her thumb along the blade.

"To be honest, I wanted to kill you the moment I saw you," she sneered through gritted teeth. "You deserve to die."

"..."

With a single stroke, she severed half of his head and cut off his limbs, turning him into a human pig.

……

So when the rest of the teammates finally arrived, this was the bloody scene they saw.

Tang Yunxi and Qin Shaoyu had met Qi Chuan before. They barely recognized him by his clothes and the broken head, and their expressions changed.

"Lanlan, isn't this the jungler's teammate? You killed him?"

Yi Zanglan didn't speak. She turned her head, holding the knife, and glanced at Tang Yunxi silently.

Everyone was suddenly stunned. In their memory, they had never seen Yi Zanglan show such a cold and fierce look in his eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast, unleashing all his cruelty and malice in that instant without any concealment.

It was as if this unfamiliar version of her was the real her.

Yi Zanglan remained silent for a moment, then bent down and took the three vials of medicine from Qi Chuan's body. He took one No. 1 and one No. 2 for himself, and threw the remaining one to Yan Zhao.

She picked up Qi Chuan's severed, bloody left arm and removed the watch from it.

The map shows that Lingye is currently in an abandoned youth hostel not far from here, about three kilometers away.

"You all go to school right away," she said. "Look out for each other, avoid contact with high-level zombies as much as possible, and minimize direct contact with them."

Yan Zhao gazed at her, his voice trembling slightly: "And what about you?"

"Ling Ye is dying, I'm going to save him." Yi Zanglan thought for a moment, then calmly added, "Two hours at most."

She patted Yan Zhao on the shoulder, and without waiting for their reply, turned and left, throwing away the baton and machete she had been carrying.

[System prompt: Summon weapon [Abyss Scythe]?]

The pair of bracelets on his wrist had completely changed color at some point, their dark light trembling and carrying a chilling wind as they rapidly swirled and condensed in his palm.

She clenched her fingers and, with a backhand, hoisted the solidified silver scythe onto her shoulder.