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

Tonight, there are no candles in the room, and the aura of the immortals has disappeared. The four girls each guard the cold corpses of the Zhu family's young masters, sitting at the table waiting for their chance.

Two servants stood guard at the door of the room, holding sticks, seemingly to prevent them from escaping.

They certainly wouldn't run away, but judging from the situation, it didn't seem easy for them to leave.

Each teammate has their own tasks, so they can't rely on each other and have to find their own solutions.

This heavy responsibility fell primarily on Tang Yunxi's shoulders, as she needed to create a significant disturbance to attract the attention of the Zhu family's patrolmen.

[System prompt: Enable [Lucky Wheelchair]'s speed mode?]

【Yes. 】

Tang Yunxi found a white sheet in the closet, wrapped herself and her wheelchair completely in it, and tied a tight knot in front of her chest.

She cleared her throat, secretly gathering her strength, and suddenly let out a sharp scream.

"ah--!!!!!!"

The servants outside were startled, thinking that the people inside had been possessed again, and quickly opened the door to check.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yunxi, in his wheelchair, rammed into the two men, knocking them flying and snatching the sticks from their hands.

The two servants were dizzy from the fall. When they got up, they saw a white ghostly figure drifting away in the moonlight. They thought that something unclean had possessed the bride-to-be, and hurriedly shouted for help.

"Help! Someone's in trouble!!!"

Like a thunderbolt striking the Zhu family mansion, patrolling guards rushed in from all directions, chasing after the fleeing Tang Yunxi.

"Ah↗ah↘ah↘ah↗ah ah ah～～～"

They chased after them, and Tang Yunxi, while wailing and howling, skillfully used the terrain to lead them in circles, buying time for her teammates.

Just kidding, she wants to see who can catch up with her super vehicle on two legs!

……

At the same moment, the two servants guarding the young master's door were attracted by the noise in the courtyard and kept looking into the distance.

The two were debating whether to go over and take a look when they didn't notice that a crack had opened in the side window. Wu Ying had already silently slipped out of the room using her invisibility skill.

She moved nimbly towards the central courtyard, her destination clear: before returning to her room, Yan Zhao had already used his tracking skill to pinpoint her location.

South of the central courtyard, at the bottom of the lotus pond.

Fortunately, Wu Ying regularly practices fitness and swimming, so she's not a landlubber. As soon as she reached the designated spot, she immediately took off her cumbersome robe and decisively jumped into the pool.

The lakebed was covered with withered lotus leaves and broken branches, and many shriveled lotus pods were deeply embedded in the silt, severely obstructing her view.

She held her breath and dived into the deepest part, groping in the mud for a long time until her lung capacity was almost exhausted. Suddenly, she felt a faint, soft light coming from ahead.

She immediately perked up and hurriedly pushed aside the dead branches to continue swimming forward, where the light became more and more obvious as she went.

She tentatively reached out her hand, and the next second, she felt a burning heat spreading upwards from her fingertips, almost making her whole body burn.

The sudden pain made Wu Ying choke on her water. She endured the needle-like burning pain in her lungs, forcefully clenched her fingers, and managed to grasp the object in the light.

At that moment, countless fragments of images flooded her mind—

She saw hundreds of fox carcasses, skinned and dismembered, amidst the flames that lit up the mountains and fields; she saw men and women in brocade robes caressing rare furs with hands adorned with jewels; she saw the Zhu family mansion constantly being repaired and renovated; and she also saw Master Zhu bury a pearl at the bottom of the lotus pond in the dead of night.

Finally, the camera zoomed in on the old face of Steward Jia, as if giving it a close-up. In his infinitely magnified, fear-filled eyes, a red fox's face was reflected.

……

Wu Ying finally surfaced, lying on the shore coughing incessantly. Then she loosened her grip and looked down at the bead.

That's right, it's the very bead that Master Zhu buried.

The bead was small, radiating a milky white halo in her palm, with extremely fine red lines on it, which at first glance looked like blood vessels on an eyeball.

Wu Ying hesitated for a moment, then tried to touch it with her fingers. The bead felt cold and wet, seeping into the texture of her skin and temporarily relieving the sudden burning sensation she had experienced underwater.

She took a breath and was about to put her robe back on and put the beads in her pocket when she suddenly felt something was wrong.

...The beads seem to be melting.

Furthermore, it melts extremely quickly.

By the time she realized this, the bead had melted into a sticky puddle of water, which was completely absorbed into her body along the lines of her palm.

* * * * * *

While the commotion was raging in the Zhu family compound, Yi Zanglan, sensing the opportune moment, pushed open the door and walked out.

Two servants outside the door stopped her, waving their sticks as a stern warning.

"Miss, please go back to your room and keep the young master company. This is the master's order. If anything goes wrong, we brothers cannot bear the responsibility."

"You're making a mistake right now, do you understand?"

"...What?"

Yi Zanglan smiled slightly and gently told them, "You can't afford to delay my important business either."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly threw a punch, striking the servant on the right in the face. Then she snatched the stick from the servant on the left and swung it over the head like a whirlwind.

The movements were so fluid and seamless that the two men didn't even have time to utter a sound before their eyes rolled back and they collapsed limply to the ground.

Yi Canglan dragged the two into the house and closed the door. In the darkness, she flashed and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

……

Everyone in the Zhu family compound who was able to move around at night was busy dealing with Tang Yunxi, so no one noticed that Yi Zanglan was secretly heading to the backyard, with his target being Master Zhu's main house.

The doors and windows of the main house were all locked, and the keys were with Steward Jia. Ostensibly, this was to prevent outsiders from disturbing the master's rest, but in reality, it was no different from imprisonment.

However, this was no challenge for Yi Canglan. She easily pried open the iron chain lock on the door and entered the house silently.

The main house was very grand, with fine huanghuali wood furniture and valuable items on display. The incense burner with animal-shaped handles was burning some kind of precious incense, but it couldn't suppress the faint stench.

That's the smell of a person dying, their body beginning to decay.

Carrying a stick, she slowly walked to the bedside and looked down at Master Zhu lying there.

Old Master Zhu's face was ashen, his breathing weak, and he looked even more haggard and emaciated than when we first met two days ago, like a skin and bones, as if he might pass away at any moment.

He sensed someone by the bedside, and barely managed to open his eyes a crack. When he saw her clearly, his expression was one of surprise.

"How could you...?"

Yi Zanglan thought for a moment. The person was about to die, so it was best not to cause too much shock. The wording should be more tactful.

So she bent down and asked him politely.

"Have you heard that all four of your sons died suddenly last night?"

"..."