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

When the young master of the Zhu family, transformed into a dried corpse, lunged at the throats of the four, according to common sense, any player caught off guard and unable to dodge would surely die.

But the key point is that they had already found a life-saving item in advance, namely the four talismans in Steward Jia's room.

The moment a sharp pain shot through his throat, the talisman hidden close to his body suddenly emitted a dim light, then automatically dissipated into wisps of green smoke and disappeared into the coffin wall.

The invisible aftershocks spread outwards, shattering the dried corpse and cracking the nailed coffin lid at the same time.

Yan Zhao was thrown out of the coffin by the enormous force. She rolled twice on the spot before getting up.

Having just emerged from the darkness and with her vision slowly clearing, she looked around warily and saw that the entire front yard was covered by a dark red array under the moonlight.

Unknown, complex incantations covered the bluestone ground, appearing and disappearing in the air in a swirling pattern, like a net that left no room for retreat.

From servants and maids to guards, all the servants in the mansion had their life essence drained by some force, turning into terrifying dried corpses, including Steward Jia.

The four young masters, dressed in red, exuded an even stronger aura of ferocity and became the leaders of this group of mummies, launching a frenzied attack on the only remaining living people in the courtyard.

[System prompt: Equip weapon [Claws of Fury]?]

【Yes. 】

Slender, snow-white bony arms suddenly extended from Yan Zhao's back, sprouting a pair of sharp, interlocking claws.

She closed her eyes briefly to steady herself, and when she opened them again, a faint crimson light shone in her eyes.

She charged forward, her bone claws striking repeatedly, clearing away the dried-up corpses blocking her path, and without stopping, she ran towards her teammates.

The mourning hall had already been set up, with paper figures of white faces and red clothes lined up on both sides, spaced three feet apart.

White curtains hung in the hall, and a blank memorial tablet was enshrined in the center, with a twelve-inch white candle burning, the wax dripping down the edge of the table.

The lanterns hanging from the eaves had only a thin layer of white paper pasted on their frames, with bright red double happiness characters pasted on them. The candlelight shone through, casting shadows on the walls, creating an indescribably eerie atmosphere.

The red and white colors intertwine, conveying a sense of joy rather than sorrow.

Four coffins stood at the four corners of the mourning hall, and at this very moment, Yi Zanglan, carrying a scythe, was charging through like a storm.

"Yunxi!" she shouted, turning around, "Run away, don't confront them head-on!"

"knew--!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Yunxi, on the other side, received the instruction, summoned his wheelchair, and sped off towards the Central Court.

Everyone in the team has their own role, and everyone should play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. What she needs to do now is to ensure her own safety and not cause trouble for her teammates.

After confirming that Tang Yunxi had run far away, Yi Zanglan slashed down several more dried corpses that were trying to chase after her. She turned around and saw that Yan Zhao had also arrived nearby, which made her feel slightly relieved. Then she frowned and looked around.

"Where's Xiaoying?"

"I didn't see her." Yan Zhao was also worried. "I just came from over there. The young master's coffin is empty. She's not inside."

"Perhaps he used a skill."

After all, the place was already surrounded by dried corpses, and Wu Ying was at a disadvantage in close combat, so he naturally had to use his stealth to deal with them.

Despite this, the two exchanged a glance, a hint of unease creeping into their eyes.

"Xiaoying!" Yan Zhao raised his voice, "If you're nearby, just let us know!"

No one answered.

At this moment, more dried corpses gathered around, including Steward Jia and the four young masters, who had relatively higher attack power.

The two could only deal with the immediate trouble, so they cooperated from the left and right flanks respectively. Yan Zhao used his dazzling bone claw moves to attract the opponent's attention, while Yi Zanglan was responsible for the violent harvesting.

They fought their way from the east side of the front yard to the west side, witnessing the Zhu family mansion decay more and more in the dark night.

The dilapidated buildings and withered vegetation are like the feng shui energy that the ancient house has cultivated over the past century, which is being eroded and drained.

……

Yi Zanglan suddenly sensed something unusual in the wind behind her. Logically, she should have been able to recognize it as Wu Ying's footsteps as he moved swiftly invisibly.

However, what followed was a completely unfamiliar killing intent.

Years of honed instincts for danger made her dodge quickly to the side, then she gave a stern warning.

"Zhao Zhao!"

Yan Zhao turned around abruptly, but the furious claws struck first, grabbing at him from behind.

The sharp claws whistled through the night wind, paused briefly upon touching something, and then another bone claw launched an attack, tearing through the disguise on the spot.

The eerie, crimson fox face roared and vanished in a flash within sight. As the illusion faded, Wu Ying's silhouette appeared in the air.

"Xiaoying!"

The two of them were shocked.

Wu Ying stood in the wind, holding a short knife. Her eyes were dark and unsettling, and her cheeks were flushed. Fine red down was growing on her neck, which was exposed outside her wedding dress.

It's obvious that she's being controlled by a fox spirit.

Back then, Steward Jia was only possessed by a fox spirit, but it seems that Wu Ying's situation is more serious. The fox spirit seems to have its eye on her body and wants to take it over completely.

The fox spirit is corrupting her; when she completely merges with the fox spirit, her original body will die.

Cold sweat slowly crept up Yan Zhao's back. She forcefully suppressed the restless, furious claws, preventing them from attacking Wu Ying on their own.

Why did the fox spirit choose Xiaoying in particular?

As Wu Ying approached step by step, Yi Zanglan dragged his sickle and silently retreated.

She said, "Because of what Huang Xian mentioned."

Wu Ying went to the lotus pond to retrieve the bead last night, but they didn't even know it was a bead, because they had been under the watchful eyes of the maid puppets all day and had no chance to discuss it carefully in order to avoid being discovered by the fox spirit.

So, what exactly happened last night?

"That thing is on Xiaoying." Yan Zhao realized. "Perhaps the mechanism of this game is that whoever gets the thing will be possessed by the fox spirit in the end."

The fox spirit needs to absorb the feng shui and spiritual energy of the entire Zhu residence, and Wu Ying, as the owner of an important prop, will naturally be absorbed as well.

In other words, this game uses a mechanism that requires the sacrifice of one person.

Yi Zanglan shook his head solemnly. Before he could speak, Wu Ying's figure flashed in front of him and closed in on him in an instant.

Wu Ying is now possessed by a fox spirit, her strength has increased dramatically, and she is pressing closer and closer, with every move aimed at vital points.

Originally, it wouldn't have been difficult for Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao to subdue her if they joined forces, but both of them had some concerns and dared not use any ruthless methods, so they were almost always on the defensive and not attacking.

Moreover, Yan Zhao had to constantly control the Furious Claws to injure Wu Ying, which severely depleted her mental energy.

If this continues, we'll all be worn down and die here.

"Wu Ying, look at me!" Yi Canglan reversed the hilt of his sword, blocking Wu Ying's killing move. He then slashed sideways, sternly questioning, "You joined Black Wind Stronghold in the first place just to assassinate the captain? Can an assassin's blade be pointed at his own people?!"

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