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

The game mechanics of Doom are very diverse, and naturally, this includes both team-based and single-player modes.

This means that no matter how many people are bound together in a team, once they enter, they will be trapped in a separate instance, where there will be no other players.

It might seem like there's no competition, which is a good thing, but such instances often present many unexpected situations, making them correspondingly more difficult.

Clearly, Wu Ying has caught up this time.

"I'm really impressed. If I remember correctly, your luck was even worse than mine, right?" Wu Ying asked Yan Zhao, "What happened in your major qualifying tournament?"

Yan Zhao shook his head: "I didn't encounter any team-based single-player mode. I was probably already unlucky enough to be chased in by those two bugs from the Winter Team, so the system didn't bother me anymore."

Was that game difficult?

"A vengeful ghost possesses a zombie's body—a super-fusion. Do you think that's difficult?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ying sighed: "There shouldn't be any zombies in this house, right?"

"Don't worry, even if there are any, we will protect you, this brave yet timid little lamb."

"...Watch out, or I might stab you tonight."

"The rules clearly state four players, so there shouldn't be any other players," Tang Yunxi muttered. "Are there any rules about this mansion? Should we just go in, or knock on the door first?"

She carefully inspected the steps leading to the gate, fearing there might be some trap. Just as her hand touched the pair of lion head door knockers, she heard footsteps coming from inside.

She immediately retreated to Yi Zanglan's side, ready for battle.

"Here it comes!"

The next second, the door opened to both sides, and an elderly man wearing a melon-shaped hat and a blue cloth long gown walked out.

The other person was slightly hunched over, with a weathered face covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were pitch black, and his cheeks had an eerie blush, making him look just like a paper effigy in a funeral shop.

"Are these the four girls who came to bring good luck?" He looked them over ominously and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Not bad, Granny Jiang has good taste; the girls she picked are all quite pretty."

Upon hearing this, the four of them quickly exchanged glances.

Is "chongxi" the same as the "chongxi" they understand?

This is an ancient folk custom. When someone in the family is seriously ill, suffers a disaster, or has extremely bad luck, the joy of a wedding is used to counteract the bad luck or evil spirits, so as to turn misfortune into good fortune and protect the peace of the home.

Of course, this custom is very feudal and backward, and usually goes against the wishes of both parties, so it is not worth advocating.

Since he needed to understand the situation first, Yi Zanglan thought for a moment and asked softly.

"May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Jia, and I am the steward of the Zhu Family Compound."

"Steward Jia, Granny Jiang only told us to come, but she didn't tell us that we were here for a wedding to bring good luck."

The butler frowned, looking quite displeased: "We've already given her the money, and she didn't even explain it to you clearly?"

"Where would we get money?" Yi Zanglan asked in surprise, then looked at the other three. "Did Granny Jiang give you any money?"

Yan Zhao, Tang Yunxi, and Wu Ying all shook their heads, looking completely bewildered.

"No, where would I get the money?"

"Did Granny Jiang pocket all the money?"

"I thought I came here to do hard labor, but it turns out it's for a wedding to bring good luck?"

The butler waved his hand impatiently: "Never mind, it doesn't matter. Our Zhu family isn't short of money. We can just give you another one."

Yi Zanglan smiled: "Thank you, Steward Jia, but even if it's for a marriage to bring good luck, why would we need four people?"

The butler glanced at her, his tone tinged with disdain: "You're really ignorant. Don't you even know the Zhu family has four young masters?"

"...Four young masters?" Tang Yunxi blurted out without thinking, "Does this mean we each have to marry one?"

"Otherwise what?" He raised his eyebrows. "For poor girls like you from humble families to be chosen to marry into the Zhu family is a blessing from your past lives. What more could you ask for?"

"..."

So the four poor girls all fell silent. On the one hand, they were mindful that the other party was a key NPC and they didn't want to argue too much; on the other hand, they really couldn't be bothered to lower themselves to the level of a half-buried old man.

Seeing them standing obediently with their heads bowed, Steward Jia was finally satisfied and immediately gave cold instructions.

"Be careful when you get into the yard. Follow the rules and don't run around."

After saying that, he turned around and made way for the path leading into the courtyard.

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The Zhu family's house consists of three courtyards, with flying eaves and black tiles, towering walls, and interconnected corridors. Ancient cypress trees line both sides, along with large groves of unnamed flowers and trees, showcasing the wealth and grandeur of this wealthy household.

Yi Zanglan and his companions followed the steward to the central courtyard. Along the way, they encountered many maids and servants, all of whom were in a hurry and looked worried.

They eventually arrived at a rather secluded side room located on the west side of the second courtyard. The butler opened the door and gestured for them to go in.

"Your clothes are not in accordance with the rules. Go inside and change into something else. Come out when you are all dressed properly. After an incense stick has burned, someone will take you to see the master."

After saying this, he closed the door and left, leaving the four girls in the room.

Once they were sure he was far away, the four of them began to discuss the matter.

"Did you see the expressions on the servants' faces just now?" Yan Zhao whispered. "They all looked like they were going to a funeral. It's clear this mansion isn't very auspicious."

"Does the background of the rules mean that the Zhu family has encountered a misfortune and brought disaster upon themselves?" Wu Ying snorted. "It's probably not that simple."

On the other side, Yi Zanglan had already checked the entire room. She opened the wardrobe door and saw that there were exactly four sets of clothes hanging inside.

"Oh, these are for us, and they're even different styles."

Tang Yun, who was fond of oddities, came over and, seeing this, couldn't help but complain: "I thought this was a murder mystery game, but it's turned into role-playing."

The four sets of clothes are:

A long, silver-gray robe with a thin silver chain around the waist and furry piping on the cuffs;

A ginger-yellow short jacket paired with a black skirt, the fabric embroidered with subtle copper coin patterns;

The light green belted robe has a gradient and blurred texture.

She wore a cream-colored, long, button-down dress with a thin ochre-colored outer garment.

Yan Zhao frowned and examined it closely: "...Not only are the styles different, but they also seem to be from different eras. It's just a random choice."

"I still have to wear it." Tang Yunxi fell into serious thought. "I need to choose one that suits my style."

"Then you choose first."

"How about... this one?" Tang Yunxi picked up the white, front-opening long dress and held it up against herself. "I've never worn such an elegant and dignified style before, let's try it on in the game."

Wu Ying casually picked up the green robe next to her: "I'll take this one."

There were two items left, and Yan Zhao instinctively glanced at Yi Zanglan.

"I feel there might be different versions of these four pieces of clothing."

She was very unlucky, and she was a little hesitant to choose actively.

Yi Zanglan was also thinking. She looked back and forth between the two outfits for a moment, and finally kept the yellow one for herself and handed the silver-gray long robe to Yan Zhao.

"It suits you, it's kind of cute."

"...You figured this out after all that thinking?"