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

Wu Ying was a little stunned when Yi Zanglan ripped off her coat hood.

She didn't quite understand what it meant, but she knew that ghosts wouldn't do such a thing. It must be her own captain who was acting so inexplicably.

So she didn't move, letting the hood cover her face, her hand still gripping the carving knife, silently calculating the number of rotations of the knife tip in her mind.

The blade rotated counterclockwise 32 times before finally stopping.

With a soft "clang," the blade of the carving knife broke off and fell onto the table.

Inside the carving room, the lights came back on, but they were a few shades dimmer than before.

Under the light, the plaster head mold was still placed in the center of the table, but the originally blank head mold had now been completely sculpted with facial features.

She has slightly upturned phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, and smooth lips, giving her a gentle and languid look that seems to be both smiling and not smiling.

The technique was so exquisite that anyone could recognize it as Yi Zanglan's appearance.

The four fell silent for a moment. Yi Canglan stared at the table without speaking. Then she saw the plaster statue slowly rotate ninety degrees and its eyes fixed on her.

At the same time, a series of rubbing sounds could be heard as the plaster statues displayed in the glass cases on all four sides adjusted their angles and looked in unison at her location.

"...Everyone, step back!"

An ominous premonition arose, and Yi Zanglan almost instantly jumped up from her seat. She sternly warned her teammates, then kicked the table in front of her and dashed out the door like an arrow.

The next second, the plaster statue on the table shattered.

As the glass display cases shattered one after another, the plaster busts inside suddenly seemed to be imbued with evil life, their outer white shells peeling away to reveal one after another grotesque, fleshy faces.

They floated in the air, leaving the carving room one after another, with a clear objective, and sped off in the direction Yi Zanglan had fled.

The flames they spewed from their mouths had a range of nearly two meters, and the walls and floor of the corridor were instantly charred black.

"Damn it!" Qin Shaoyu nearly went crazy with anxiety, instinctively rushing outside. "Captain! They can breathe fire, Captain!"

The ghostly currency was held between his fingers. Without hesitation, he flung it away, and the currency spontaneously combusted, instantly turning to ashes in the air.

[System Notification: Player's skill [Ghost Currency] failed to be used; the lowest talent attribute has been exchanged with the target [Yi Zanglan].]

Yes, that's exactly what he wanted to achieve.

His mental strength is lower than Yi Zanglan's, so his skill will definitely fail. Yi Zanglan's lowest talent attribute is B-level luck, and he can just exchange his S+ luck for her.

If she's lucky enough, these plaster monsters won't be able to catch her, and naturally won't cause her too much harm. They can also take this opportunity to think of a solution.

On the other side, Wu Ying finally realized why Yi Zanglan had put a hood on her earlier.

The eyebrows and eyes were meticulously sculpted, making the statue lifelike.

Which work is the teacher's proudest?

This means that the monsters will choose one player to be sculpted into a plaster sculpture, and the chosen player will become the target of all the plaster monsters.

What are the selection criteria?

It was probably just luck.

She was originally the unluckiest in the team. Once her face was covered, the carving would lose its reference point, and the task would have to be passed on to the next person, namely Yi Zanglan, who was the second unluckiest.

"...Damn it, how do I stop those plaster statues?!"

Shen Yubai was now standing in front of the broken display case, and saw that each compartment in the display case was marked with a number and a corresponding plaster statue pattern card.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he turned to ask urgently, "Xiaoying, do you remember how many times the carving knife turned just now?"

Wu Ying answered decisively, "32 laps!"

"knew!"

He quickly scanned the cards and picked up the one labeled 32.

The plaster cast shown on the card appears to be a classic plaster cast of the writer Molière: long, flowing, shoulder-length curly hair with soft lines, a delicate mustache, and a silk scarf tied around the neck.

He clutched the card and ran wildly towards the door.

"Tell Lanlan that finding the plaster statue on the card might mean we have to destroy it!"

Qin Shaoyu took the card, glanced at it, and then, using his naturally loud voice, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Captain—that plaster statue with the long, curly hair, the little mustache, and the silk scarf—you chisel it down—!!!"

Wu Ying ran anxiously, saying, "The problem is, we don't know where she went!"

"Judging from the fire damage, the fire must have gone downstairs." Shen Yubai decisively gestured, "You two keep chasing, I'll go around through the fire escape."

After saying that, he pulled open the emergency exit door beside him and rushed down the stairs without looking back.

……

Yi Zanglan was currently shuttling between the front and back doors of various classrooms, relying on her agile movements to fight against the group of relentlessly pursuing, perverted plaster statues.

As classroom after classroom caught fire, black smoke filled the air, severely obstructing visibility, and the space she could hide in was shrinking.

Moreover, these plaster monsters are cunning; they even try to surround and trap her on the second floor.

She finally found a way out, rolled and dodged several clumps of flame, and landed in front of the fire safety door.

Before she could even touch the doorknob, the door opened inwards, and Shen Yubai leaped out, nearly colliding with her.

"...Lanlan!"

He shoved the card into her hand, grabbed her sleeve, and ran off. As a large number of plaster monsters squeezed in through the fire escape, he told her this in rapid succession.

"We suspect that the corresponding plaster cast, number 32, needs to be destroyed, which is this Molière cast."

"They're too fast to capture dynamically."

"It's okay, of course I have a way."

[System Prompt: Use the skill [Soul-Suppressing Incense]? You have two chances to burn incense remaining this round. The skill lasts for 15 seconds, with the duration decreasing depending on the strength of the ghost, and may cause backlash.]

【Yes. 】

The moment the incense sticks lit, Shen Yubai quickly leaned against the wall, while Yi Zanglan had already moved towards the plaster statue behind him.

She only had fifteen seconds at most, or maybe not even fifteen seconds.

One after another, bloodied and mangled faces were hidden in plaster molds, scattered along the corridor, and were currently floating in mid-air due to skill limitations.

They swayed slightly, their faces fierce, clearly trying to break free from their restraints.

Yi Zanglan strode quickly through the middle, his eyes steady and sharp, constantly searching for his target by comparing the cards.

Curly hair, mustache, silk scarf.

Yes, we found it.

The plaster statues were stacked together, and the target plaster statue was hidden behind them, making it very difficult to spot without careful observation.

Just as she reached them, the incense burning over Shen Yubai's side burned out, and all the plaster statues came back to life.

They surrounded her, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, and suddenly unleashed a ring of flames.