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

"no."

Before Du Songzi could finish speaking, Yi Zanglan decisively rejected his suggestion.

Du Songzi couldn't hear her words, but seeing her shake her head, he understood what she meant. He frowned, took her hand and examined it, looking even more worried.

"Captain, your right hand is almost useless, and the wound on your shoulder is very deep. Bandaging alone won't be enough. You won't even be able to use your weapon anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhao looked at Yi Zanglan. After a moment's hesitation, she whispered her advice.

"Songzi used her first skill on Lao Qin, right? Then he should have one more time. It's fine to use it on you, since your injury is already affecting your condition."

"What I want is to influence the situation."

"...What?"

"I said, what I want is to affect my condition." Yi Zanglan patiently repeated, his expression almost calmly helpless. "By crippling my right hand, I can at least weaken some of my power, which will reduce the pressure on you tomorrow night."

Yan Zhao fell silent for a long time before finally asking with difficulty, "Will this really work?"

"It's hard to say, I can't guarantee it, because I can also use a knife with my left hand." Yi Zanglan sighed deeply, "But if I'm fully recovered and in top condition, you definitely won't be able to escape."

She understands herself and the Abyss Scythe, so she knows very well what kind of annihilation a possessed, out-of-control version of herself, coupled with an equally insane scythe, would bring to her teammates.

Until then, try to control as much as you can.

"Could you two please help me stop the bleeding?" She suddenly smiled, adopting a more relaxed tone. "Time is tight; I still have to go up the mountain."

She had already spent too much time dealing with Ling Ye. If she calculated it, the stone door should be open by now. She had to get up the mountain before dawn to avoid missing important clues and items.

Du Songzi took out the medicated cloth and ointment he carried with him and carefully bandaged her hand. He was focused, and perhaps because he was nervous, he used a little too much force.

The excruciating pain from the deep wound pierced Yi Canglan's heart. He gasped for breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

Yan Zhao, who was stopping the bleeding on Du Songzi's shoulder, was a little anxious when he saw this and was about to remind Du Songzi, but Yi Zanglan shook his head to stop him.

"It's alright, it's nothing."

"...I'll go with you later." Yan Zhao looked at her. "Let Songzi watch over them, and we'll bring Lao Shen back at dawn."

"it is good."

"But the bone blade and the cane are both broken now. What will you do without a weapon?" Yan Zhao thought for a moment, then pulled out the sailor's dagger he had found on the shipwreck from his waist and handed it to her. "Will this work? Can we make do with it?"

Yi Zanglan took it and examined it for a moment, then happily replied, "Very good."

She fastened her coat again, casually patted Du Songzi on the shoulder, and pointed to Ling Ye and Qin Shaoyu lying there, indicating that he should stay where he was and wait.

Du Songzi originally wanted to go with the two of them, but considering that her unconscious teammates also needed to be treated and cared for, she hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to listen to them.

"You must be very careful."

Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao gave him a thumbs up and nodded at the same time, then turned and walked away into the distance.

They moved with incredible speed, quickly disappearing into the misty night.

* * * * * *

Even if you choose the side with a gentler slope, the way up the mountain is still long and arduous. There are jagged ancient trees and bushes, and even many boulders blocking the way, requiring you to use all four limbs to climb over them.

Normally, this kind of mountain path would be a piece of cake for Yi Zanglan, but at this moment, blood was still slowly seeping out, her right hand was unable to exert any force, and her left shoulder was also injured, which severely restricted her in all aspects, so she had to take a break after climbing a certain distance.

Yan Zhao kept trying to help Yi Zanglan, either by pulling him from the front or supporting him from behind, in an attempt to lighten his burden.

She couldn't help but ask softly, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

"Everyone experiences pain." Yi Zanglan didn't deny it, turning her head to smile at her. "Life is rarely easy; pain is the norm."

"...Okay, although I don't want to hear you spouting motivational platitudes here."

"I won't read it, and don't look at me like I'm suffering a great tragedy. I'm still alive."

"How can you blame me? I really don't understand. Wu Ying and I have had bad luck enough. Even the Diamond promotion tournament wasn't this intense. Isn't this the system deliberately messing with you?"

This bizarre testing mechanism is no different from even the Emerald Ranked Tournament or the Grandmaster Regular Tournament.

Yi Zanglan had just climbed over a huge boulder blocking her path when she pulled up her sleeve to cover her right hand, which was dripping blood.

She walked on in silence, lost in thought, until finally she looked up and gazed into the distance.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the dark clouds, silently merging into her eyes. The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, and her pale face tilted slightly upward, as if carrying a touch of peaceful divinity.

"Yes, why?" she murmured to herself. "But that's not important. What's important is what I should do and what I'll ultimately get."

Yan Zhao walked beside her, staring at her blankly for a long time before he came to his senses, sighed, and turned his gaze away.

"You can get whatever you want."

"Thank you for your kind words." Yi Zanglan smiled, and after a moment, added, "It seems we're almost there."

……

The two climbed further up the path, but before reaching the summit, they saw a precipice.

A knife-like crack, more than two meters wide, lies across the only path. Opposite is the same mountain, separated by a bottomless ravine. Mist is slowly rising, obscuring the surroundings.

Yi Zanglan stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down and observing for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

"We might have to go down and take a look."

"Then let's go down," Yan Zhao instructed her. "I'm here to scout ahead, so be careful."

"it is good."

The rock face was slippery and covered with moss. The two slowed down slightly and climbed down the protruding stone edges for a while. They felt the light getting dimmer and dimmer until they finally came to a stone platform where they could stand.

Yi Zanglan turned around, brushed aside the withered vines hanging down behind her, and revealed a stone door that had been hidden.

If it weren't for the strangely drawn patterns and the hanging stone door knockers, it would be hard to tell that this was actually a door.

"It's here."

Yan Zhao placed his hands on the door knocker and pulled back forcefully. After a short while, he felt the stone platform shake slightly, and then the stone door moved to the side, revealing a stone staircase leading to the secret passage at the bottom.

Seawater was constantly rising into the tunnel, and two paths could be vaguely seen branching off in the middle, presumably leading in different directions.

"...That's really weird." Yan Zhao muttered, "Luckily, we came together. If we had come alone, we probably wouldn't have been able to get in at all."

Yi Zanglan calmly replied, "Then wish us good luck."

The two exchanged a glance, and without further delay, decisively stepped onto the stone steps and went down the forks in the path to the left and right respectively.