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

When Tang Yunxi was twelve years old, her father remarried soon after her mother passed away from illness.

If you do the math, it was only three months in total, but when her stepmother entered the house, she not only brought a younger sister who was about the same age as her, but was also already five months pregnant.

She had opposed and fought against it, but her father insisted on his own way and even allowed the mother and daughter to ostracize and bully her, which caused their relationship to gradually become estranged.

After her younger brother was born, her status at home became even more marginalized, and she endured this for four years.

However, things did not get better until the night of her sixteenth birthday, when her stepsister pushed her off the third floor of the villa. Her legs hit a lawnmower downstairs, fracturing her kneecaps and leaving her disabled.

"After that, I lived separately from them. My dad bought another house for me, hired a chef and a nanny to take care of my daily life, and hired a tutor to give me private lessons—but for eight whole years, I never stood up again and could no longer dance."

Through the ghost child incident, this is the first time Tang Yunxi has talked to Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao about her past in reality.

With some time remaining before the skill expired, she drove the wheelchair, leading everyone towards the 7th floor.

As she spoke, her tears had dried, and her tone was indifferent, as if she were telling someone else's story, not her own.

The scene was being broadcast live. Neither Yi Zanglan nor Yan Zhao were the type to recount past events in detail, but they could tell that Tang Yunxi was being reminded of painful memories and needed an outlet to vent, so they didn't stop her. Even Ouyang Yu, who was standing next to her, was listening attentively.

Yi Zanglan placed her hands on Tang Yunxi's shoulders and asked patiently, "What happened next?"

"Later, the mother and her two children went out shopping and collided with a large truck. It is said that their heads were smashed and they died on the spot."

"..."

This was a completely unexpected turn of events.

Tang Yunxi continued, "My dad went crazy with anger afterward, feeling that I had killed the three of them because I had cursed them to die a horrible death when we were arguing in the hospital years ago."

"That bastard father of yours! When you were crippled because of him, he didn't utter a single word, but now he's spreading rumors about the car accident?" Ouyang Yu couldn't help but curse. "Your stepmother was already pregnant when she came into the family, so wasn't that just a scumbag cheating on her? If he's really heartbroken, why doesn't he just go and die with her?"

"That's what I told him at the time. I said if he couldn't bear to die, we could die together." Tang Yunxi nodded expressionlessly. "A week later, he drove drunk and fell into a deep pit in a construction site. He couldn't be saved."

In just over ten days, she was the only one left in her family.

Then, on the night of her father's funeral, she was pulled into the doom system.

"He was clearly my biological father, but I'm not sad about his death; in fact, I feel a bit relieved. Am I being too cynical?" Tang Yunxi sighed. "And even after all this, the system still rated my luck as S+. Where exactly is my good luck? Is this what a real lucky charm looks like?"

"How cool is that? Your words become law, and those who hurt you are destined to die. Isn't that a kind of luck?" Yi Zanglan casually pinched Tang Yunxi's cheek, his tone calm and composed. "Don't waste time thinking about such boring things. Only when those dirty things are crushed and recycled can you have a new beginning—your mother must be hoping for that too, right?"

Tang Yunxi perked up: "That's right! Actually, I stopped worrying about it a long time ago. I'm doing quite well now. Not only has my leg recovered, but I've also met you all. If Mom knew all this, she would definitely be happy for me!"

"...I'm happy for you too." Yan Zhao sighed helplessly, "But could you please stop hugging me so tightly? You're choking me to death."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Tang Yunxi was busy apologizing to Yan Zhao when she looked up and saw Zhang Nan and the Jiang siblings running up the spiral staircase, followed by a frozen fat chef ghost.

Zhang Nan's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Ouyang Yu, and he tried to raise his voice from a distance.

"Ayu! That rich...rich man...is dealt with, this is...is Song..."

"It's that ghost in Song Liang's room!" Jiang Ling, an impatient person, couldn't stand his stammering and rushed to report, "It keeps saying it's cold, we've thrown all three of our coats to it, but it's still cold!"

The other four then noticed that the ghost chef was wearing three coats, but he didn't seem to notice at all. His fat face, which was blue and bruised from the cold, was filled with despair and fear.

"Cold! I'm so cold... I'm so cold!!!"

Its limbs were stiff, and it hopped forward to catch up. Despite this, it was not slow at all and could leap ahead in the blink of an eye.

Because Zhang Nan couldn't run as fast as the Jiang siblings, he was slapped twice by the ghost chef, which made the frostbite on his shoulders and neck even worse. His eyebrows were covered in frost, and he looked a bit disheveled.

Ouyang Yu rushed over, pulled him into her arms, and hurriedly ran away.

"So, is covering this ghost with clothes completely useless? We need to think of another way quickly!"

Just then, Tang Yunxi's wheelchair malfunctioned, and the three of them landed and started running with everyone else.

Yan Zhao looked at Yi Zanglan: "What should we do if someone freezes to this state?"

"We should prepare for the worst as soon as possible."

"...Am I kidding you?!"

She yelled so loudly that Yi Zanglan rubbed his ears and said, "Normally, you should move to a warm and dry room, wrap yourself in a blanket or quilt, and drink some warm sugar water."

Jiang Ling chimed in from the side, "Forget about the sugar water. How about we turn on the air conditioning and heat in Song Liang's room? There are blankets and quilts there."

I think it's a good idea.

Who would have thought that after running around, all you had to do to deal with this ghost was stay at the starting point and lure it into the room?

If Song Liang hadn't been so quick to shift the blame, and had used his brain a little more, he might not have died so soon.

"It's getting faster and faster!" Ouyang Yu shouted a reminder. "We don't know where Song Liang's room is. Can we go to someone else's room?"

"Then let's go to my room," Yan Zhao decided immediately. "My room is on the 7th floor, we're almost there!"

The group ran frantically, but fortunately they all stayed close to the group and didn't fall behind. Finally, they managed to lead the ghost chef to Yan Zhao's guest room.

"I'll go turn on the air conditioner to warm it up first!" Yan Zhao said. "Who's the fastest? Let's take it for a couple of laps around the corridor."

"I'll do it!"

Jiang Ling reached into her pocket, pulled out a ball she had just picked up from the water park, and threw it forcefully at the ghost chef's forehead.

This clearly enraged the ghost chef, who immediately set its sights on her and frantically leaped after her.

While Yan Zhao went inside to turn on the air conditioner, the others stood at the door and witnessed Jiang Ling almost disappear into a blur, appearing dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Holy crap!" Ouyang Yu exclaimed in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, your sister is that fast? I didn't even notice!"

"She usually doesn't run at full speed to accommodate me," Jiang Yao replied. "Actually, she's very agile."

How tall is it?

"S+"

"...That's not just high, that's incredibly awesome."