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

[Does anyone understand? Ever since I started following Yi Zanglan's live streams, there's been something new and fun every time.]

[I was so stupid, really. I was still guessing whether she would answer "like a human" or "like a god," and then she started rapping!]

So what's the theme of this round? Is it the weasel demanding an official title?

[I'm not sure, are there any siblings who came from the other three's live streams? What happened to them?]

[I just got back from Wu Ying's live stream. The young master had so many scales on his body, it made my sanity drop like crazy, so I quickly switched screens and didn't pay attention to what happened next.]

[Over there, it seems to be the Fourth Young Master over there with the koi fish doll. He's riddled with holes like a sieve, yet he still gets up to complain that the tea wasn't clean. It's all so inexplicable.]

When I came over just now, the curse master was peeling peanuts for the third young master. I don't know if he's finished yet; I'll go check again.

[That's strange, is it possible that no matter what I do tonight, one of the candles will go out?]

……

As morning arrived, the four of them sat in the small room arranged by the housekeeper, sharing the breakfast that had been delivered to them.

The breakfast was quite substantial, consisting of pan-fried buns, soy milk, eggs, sweet porridge, and several dishes of pickled vegetables.

It was clear that Yi Zanglan really liked the sweet porridge. After serving a bowl to each of her sisters and asking if they wanted more, she took the remaining half-bowl and placed it in front of herself.

"I really envy your good appetite." Wu Ying, with a steamed bun in her mouth, stared at her absentmindedly, resting her chin on her hand. "I still feel a little nauseous when I think about the dense scales on the young master's body."

"Eat more, though. Hunger can affect your mental agility and physical reaction speed."

"Yes, that makes sense."

"So last night everyone extinguished one candle each?" Tang Yunxi asked, addressing the question that concerned her most. "Actually, no matter what we did, one candle would go out, right?"

Wu Ying nodded: "I think so. After all, I didn't break any rules. That snake almost strangled me, and I didn't struggle or make a sound. What more did it want from me?"

"Then it seems like this is a forced plot point; the candles will definitely be extinguished on the first night," Tang Yunxi said. "Just like you mentioned earlier, these five immortals are giving us a warning right from the start."

"The problem right now is that my second candle is still burning, but it's half short," Yan Zhao sighed, resting his forehead on his hand. "It seems like we're behind you guys."

"Huh? Why is it half shorter? What did you do to upset Grey Fairy?"

"I don't think it's necessarily unhappy; it's just playing a prank on me." Yan Zhao's expression was speechless. "I didn't expect that even when we're inside, I can't just turn around when someone calls my name."

Yi Zanglan stopped drinking her porridge and looked up at her: "Who called you?"

What do you think?

"...This is not a mistake you should have made."

Yan Zhao practically buried his head in the porridge bowl, looking even more annoyed: "Actually, I think so too. It was just that the moment was too sudden. I didn't even have time to think about it before my mind went blank."

"Never mind, it doesn't matter." Yi Zanglan casually peeled an egg and handed it to her. "But you still need to remember that in special times in the future, focus on yourself and don't be disturbed by anyone's voice, not even me."

"Hmm," Yan Zhao agreed, then suggested after a moment's thought, "Now that we know their preferences, let's prepare early tonight. Could we go out and look for clues during the day?"

Tang Yun, ever curious, asked her, "Zhao Zhao, you mentioned before that your grandmother knew a bit about folk customs. Did she specifically tell you about the habits and preferences of the Five Immortals?"

"They didn't tell many stories; I used to listen to them as bedtime stories." Yan Zhao recalled earnestly, "If I remember correctly, the White Fairy loves cleanliness and fresh fruits; the Gray Fairy has a sweet tooth and likes pastries made from grains; the Yellow Fairy is greedy for wealth; the Willow Fairy loves wine; as for the Fox Fairy... the Fox Fairy is the head of the Five Fairies, with an eccentric personality and no obvious preferences."

Wu Ying suddenly realized something: "Wait a minute, if the four young masters correspond to the four great immortals, then where is the fox spirit?"

The five immortals—Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu, and Hui—are missing one.

Tang Yunxi made a reasonable guess: "Since it's the most powerful BOSS, he might have targeted Master Zhu? Look at Master Zhu's appearance, he's exhausted and probably not far from death."

Although the words are rough, the reasoning is sound; these words are indeed quite crude.

"Let's put the fox spirit matter aside for now. The most important thing is to get through tonight safely," Wu Ying said. "We're the bride-to-be, so the Zhu family definitely won't let us out of the courtyard easily. How are we going to go out and look for clues? To be honest, I don't really want to use my skills right now."

At this moment, Yi Zanglan finished the last spoonful of porridge. She slowly pushed the bowl away and calmly raised her eyes.

"Why use that skill? It's such a waste."

"So you mean...?"

"We'll split into two groups, each with their own responsibilities, you understand?"

Yan Zhao and Tang Yunxi exchanged a glance and nodded at the same time. Wu Ying was not very familiar with the team culture, but she had some understanding of it. After a few seconds of hesitation, she immediately understood.

"OK."

* * * * * *

After breakfast, Butler Jia was already waiting for them in the corridor. He was hunched over, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the four of them, and he spoke in an old and dignified manner.

"Your wedding with the young master will be held the evening after tomorrow. Today, finish embroidering the patterns on your wedding dresses, and also put on the gold sequins and beads for your wedding crown. A maid will take you to the embroidery room later."

Tang Yunxi exclaimed in surprise, "You even have to embroider your own wedding dress for the wedding?"

The butler glared at her upon hearing this: "Otherwise what? Does this lowly girl really think she's a rich young lady?"

"..."

Yi Zanglan patted Tang Yunxi's head and whispered, "Ignore him. You are a rich young lady."

"Hehe, I won't stoop to the level of an old geezer."

After Steward Jia left, the four returned to the house to wait. Sure enough, in less than half an incense stick's time, a maid came to fetch them.

"Ladies, everything is ready. Please come with me to the embroidery room."

"Oh well."

They outwardly agreed and obediently followed the maid out, but as soon as they stepped out of the hanging flower gate in the backyard, Yan Zhao suddenly rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Aaaaaah, Zhao Zhao! Why did you faint?!" Tang Yunxi screamed in terror, throwing herself onto the other woman. "Was there something wrong with your breakfast? Are you poisoned or possessed? My poor sister, say something!!!"

Wu Ying was shocked and immediately urged the maidservant sharply, "What are you all standing there for? Go and fetch a doctor right now!"

"...I'll go right now, I'll go right now!"

The maid was also quite frightened. It took her a while to realize what was happening before she ran off to get help.

Yi Zanglan, his voice booming with energy, waved a flag and shouted in the courtyard, "Something terrible has happened! The Third Young Master's fiancée has fainted! They're not even married yet, and something's already happened to her! What are we going to do? Someone come and save her! The Third Young Master loves her so much, she can't die—!!!"

Lying on the ground, Yan Zhao said, "...I think you're hoping for my death."