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

The process of dressing and grooming the bride was extremely complicated, or perhaps the maids were given some kind of guidance and deliberately slowed down the process.

Before the fox spirit's formation is fully complete, no one is allowed to leave that door.

As expected, this is the last day of the event.

Daylight passed in the blink of an eye. When Yi Zanglan and the others finally stepped out of the room, dressed in their wedding gowns and wearing phoenix crowns, they saw that it was already dark outside, with dark clouds gathering and a cold moon showing its blurry outline.

Four coffins were neatly arranged in the courtyard. Butler Jia moved a chair and sat in front of the coffins, his back to them, without turning around or saying a word.

The servants stood in two rows at the bottom of the steps, expressionless, and spoke in extremely flat tones.

"Please place the bride in the coffin. Your fate in the afterlife is sealed. From this day forward, may you and your groom be together in the mortal realm, your souls intertwined, bound together in the afterlife, and united in life and death—"

"..."

All four of them felt it was very unlucky, but at this point they couldn't say anything and could only follow the rules.

As they parted ways, Yi Zanglan called out to Wu Ying and casually straightened her clothes.

Be careful.

"it is good."

With the help of servants, they each stepped into the double coffins, which they had painted themselves.

The four young masters of the Zhu family were lying inside, their already decomposing corpses dressed in bright red wedding robes, their faces covered in lividity and heavily made up, making them look extremely gruesome.

Yan Zhao forced herself to lie down next to the Third Young Master. The instant she lay down, she caught a glimpse of Steward Jia, who was still sitting upright in his chair.

The dense lividity on the back of his neck, along with the gradually seeping bodily fluids, gleamed faintly in the night.

...He is dead.

Of course, they knew that he had died before, but the fox spirit's possession would keep the body from decaying.

Now that it's starting to rot, it means the fox spirit has left this body.

So where exactly is the fox spirit?

Yan Zhao originally wanted to signal to Yi Zanglan, but there was no chance. The heavy coffin lid, painted with the character "寿" (longevity), was slowly closing, completely blocking her view.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

It was the heavy sound of nails being driven into the coffin lids; clearly, people outside were trying to nail the coffins shut.

Their vision was completely plunged into darkness, and the stench of the decomposing corpse instantly filled the enclosed space.

Yan Zhao almost fainted. She tried her best to cover her mouth and nose and reduce her breathing rate to avoid being poisoned by the smell.

After a long while, she could feel the coffin being lifted up.

The key to carrying a coffin is to remain stable and still, without disturbing the deceased.

There is a folk saying about "frightening the corpse." If the pallbearers are not skilled, the bumpy ride on the way to the coffin will disturb the soul of the deceased, causing resentment to rise to the top of his head, which can easily lead to ominous consequences. This is a major taboo in funerals.

The people carrying the coffin are just ordinary servants of the Zhu family, or even puppets controlled by the fox spirit.

What good could possibly happen under these circumstances?

……

Yan Zhao clung tightly to the coffin wall with both hands, afraid that the violent shaking would throw him onto the corpse.

The journey was extremely long, until we circled the Zhu residence once and arrived at the mourning hall that had been set up in the front yard.

The next second, a strong wind suddenly rose in the courtyard, and the four cypress coffins seemed to be overturned by some force, standing up abruptly with a dull thud.

boom!

Caught off guard, Yan Zhao lost control of his momentum and his head slammed directly into the coffin lid, causing him excruciating pain.

She covered her head, both shocked and suspicious, but the coffin was so dark that she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face, and she had no way of knowing what was happening outside.

...Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from the side, sounding like the wedding dress rubbing against the coffin wall, as if something was wriggling.

It was the Third Young Master wriggling.

"……Depend on."

Alarm bells rang in Yan Zhao's mind. He realized that something was wrong and instinctively wanted to run away, but the coffin had already been nailed shut. Where could he run to?

She turned around, her back pressed against the coffin wall. Before she could do anything, she felt a foul-smelling, sharp, and eerie wind rush towards her.

Severe neck pain.

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Initially, the live stream footage inside the coffin was shown to off-screen viewers using night vision technology, so players couldn't see it, but viewers with a god-like perspective could see it clearly.

As the four coffins stood upright in unison, the young master of the Zhu family was completely transformed into a dried-up corpse groom. They opened their bloody mouths and swung their sharp claws in the confined space, one claw striking the player's throat.

The screen then went black, and for a moment all that could be seen was the audience's frantic scrolling of the screen.

What's going on? What's going on? The live stream was interrupted?!

【Seriously! Why interrupt this at such a crucial moment? Are you trying to mess with my mentality?!】

Is he dead or not? Is he really dead or not?

[I think you should prepare yourselves mentally. At that distance and speed, there's no way you could dodge it. You would have had your throats slit in that instant, and even the King of Heaven couldn't save you.]

[Hahahaha, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. You guys, I told you long ago not to get too emotionally invested in some of those female gamers who are all talk and no action. They're just lucky and cunning at best; once they get serious, they're finished.]

[I think so too. If it were a male player, he could at least rely on his absolute strength to barely hold on, and might even have a chance to survive.]

[One dead, four dead – that's spectacular! I remember that guy surnamed Yi just started his team not long ago, right? Is he already disbanding?]

……

The live stream remained black, but the number of comments in the chat room kept increasing, many of which were gloating.

However, these remarks naturally drew criticism and ridicule from a large number of female players, including those with dazzling titles that shimmered with purple or gold light.

[Whose mad dog is out of leash and barking again? Abandoned by its owner and feeling vulnerable? Go back to the garbage dump, okay? You can't fit into the human world.]

[These days, how come anyone with a dick on their head dares to strut around like that? Okay, okay, you guys are really strong. You're all grown men, you can kill a polar bear with one punch—actually, you can't even lift Yi Zanglan's scythe. Hilarious.]

[Any one of these four girls in our group could easily beat you to death, okay? Even if you're a lucky charm, she could run you over in a wheelchair. Don't get your hopes up.]

[Are you getting anxious? You're all so worried about not being qualified for Yi Zanglan's team, aren't you?]

[Luo Xiangjun]: I see that none of the high-level, knowledgeable players are being sarcastic; it's just a bunch of noobs grumbling. Absolute strength? I'll remember those guys who spoke earlier. Next time I run into them in a match, I'll definitely test you guys and see if you can withstand one punch from me.

[Ouyang Yu]: The system's live stream sets up a little suspense, and some people get excited, finding a sense of superiority again. I don't know what they're so superior about. Their brains are like they've been filled with toilet water. Don't they have two eyes and can't they see for themselves?

[Yu Qing]: Sigh, anyone who paid even a little attention to the earlier parts of the story and had a modicum of intelligence could figure it out, right? What was the talisman the Yellow Immortal was suggesting we find for? I'm truly speechless.