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

After the humanoid device made of heavy iron was opened, Yan Zhao finally saw its internal structure.

The inner walls of the device were densely embedded with sharp iron nails, and the large area of ​​spilled blood had congealed into mottled rust marks, a shocking sight.

...Just as she had guessed.

This is likely a medieval torture device, commonly known as a "living iron coffin," originating from the cruel legend that nobles bathed in the blood of young girls in an attempt to maintain their youth forever.

So far, it seems that this is how the device is used: to lock the player inside, squeeze out their blood with iron nails, and then use a tube to channel the blood into a bathtub for Count Sandra to soak in.

Looking at the section of skin exposed outside her robe, it had become wrinkled like tree bark, indicating that she probably did this every night, otherwise she would age rapidly.

Despite being mentally prepared, Yan Zhao still felt a chill run down his spine the moment he realized it.

At the same time, she heard Count Sandra's tone suddenly turn cold.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, my guest."

Before she could finish speaking, a force suddenly came from behind her. She nimbly dodged to the side and pulled out the scissors she had hidden earlier to block.

The scissors barely stopped the iron gate from closing, then grazed the back of Count Sandra's hand.

Strangely, it wasn't the normal feel of a sharp blade cutting skin; instead, it felt harder, like rotten wood wrapped in sandpaper, and even made a rough, frictional noise.

Without time to think, Yan Zhao quickly stabbed with scissors again, creating distance between herself and her opponent.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Get inside!"

Her actions clearly angered Count Sandra. During the struggle, the skin beneath his robe continued to wither and wrinkle, and his once noble and beautiful face began to show signs of aging.

"Hurry up and go in!!!!"

Count Sandra suddenly let out a shrill cry, her eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and two sharp, blade-like teeth protruding from her lips as she lunged menacingly at Yan Zhao.

...But before it could even touch Yan Zhao's clothes, it was suddenly pulled back to its original position by another force.

Yi Zanglan peeked out from behind the device door and greeted them leisurely.

"My dear Earl, I'd like to ask why you didn't invite me tonight. I was even the one who instructed this young lady in her dancing. Are you blind?"

boom!

The next second, Count Sandra's head was slammed against the iron door.

In this game, you can hit anything except other players. It's a dark and windy night, time to stretch your muscles.

Seeing Yi Zanglan's enthusiastic battle, Yan Zhao knew that this ancestor would definitely not suffer a loss, so he didn't waste any time and started searching for clues in the house.

Since it's an important mission location and is also known as a secret base, there must be some good stuff there, right?

She first reached into the bathtub and scooped around, and actually found several sparkling rubies. Then, a notification appeared on the system interface:

These gems can also be counted towards gift points and can be gifted to other players.

She turned and ran to the metal clothes rack, pulled the dress down, and carefully felt around. Finally, she found a small silver key in the inner pocket.

She stuffed the key into her pocket and was about to turn around to remind Yi Zanglan when she saw Yi Zanglan grabbing Count Sandra by the neck with one hand and punching him hard in the face like he was playing with a bouncy ball.

The count had become a withered and aged creature, its mouth agape in anger, its head slamming against the wall repeatedly with a resonant thud.

"Alright, that's enough aerobic exercise!" Yan Zhao was both annoyed and amused, and couldn't help raising her voice. "I found the props, let's go!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Yi Zanglan seemed to be pulled away by some force, drifting away from the air and appearing beside her in an instant.

"What did you find?"

"A gemstone that can be given away, and a key."

"Alright, keep the key safe, and keep two gems to bribe Luo Xiangjun."

Making allies is also very important, provided it does not infringe upon one's absolute interests.

Yi Zanglan strode closer to the Earl once again. She decisively kicked the still dizzy Earl into the living iron coffin and locked it again.

"Don't you like taking baths? Take your time."

The mechanism was activated, but strangely, what flowed into the bathtub through the pipes was not blood, but rather pulverized, sawdust-like residue.

"Aa ...

"Aa ...

"Aa ...

The device began to shake violently, and the count's mad roar came from inside, which gradually became shrill and no longer sounded like a human voice.

The outer shell, made of heavy iron, seemed to be squeezed outward by some force, and became increasingly swollen.

"This is bad." Yan Zhao's face darkened, and he quickly waved his hand, "Quick, let's get out of here!"

Yi Zanglan lifted his feet off the ground, lightly clung to her neck, and rode on her shoulders, calmly nodding.

"drive."

"...What the hell are you driving? Seriously!"

Fortunately, the spirit body was not heavy and did not affect Yan Zhao's normal movement. She resignedly carried her captain and rushed out the door.

They had only run a few dozen meters down the corridor when they suddenly heard a loud bang behind them. The door to the room was instantly blown to pieces, and the walls and the floor were shaking slightly.

A soft rustling sound came from the air, gradually becoming denser as it approached, as if some creature was flapping its wings at high speed.

Yan Zhao turned around abruptly, his expression one of shock: "That's...!"

Countless black bats were surging out of the ruins of the bathroom. They had pointed ears, wrinkled skin, exposed sharp teeth, and hooked claws. Their scarlet round eyes gleamed with ferocity as they flew toward her.

"Oh no, this thing is not easy to deal with once it starts biting."

She subconsciously quickened her pace, but even if a normal person runs as fast as they can, they can't possibly fly faster than a bat—if it were Jiang Ling, she might have been able to stall them for a little longer.

"Don't rush, you run away." Yi Zanglan said calmly, "If you want to tear apart, tear apart me first. Let me see how powerful these beasts are."

"The problem is, so many bats are disgusting... huh?"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and Yan Zhao's voice trailed off with a hint of doubt before he abruptly stopped.

At the same moment, Yin Canglang and Liang Tianci, who had drifted from the crossroads, also stopped in their tracks, alert.

The two stared at each other. Yin Canglang glanced coldly at Yan Zhao, then saw the swarm of bats behind them, like dark clouds pressing down, spewing out large amounts of blood mist, as if they were being violently harvested by someone.

As if sensing something, she immediately pushed Liang Tianci aside, rushed forward, and took out the hand mirror from her waist.

She dashed into the swarm of bats, and many of them immediately targeted her, baring their sharp teeth and claws as they angrily attacked her face.

Liang Tianci exclaimed in surprise, "Captain?!"

The dagger was clutched in his hand, yet Yin Canglang stood still, making no move to retaliate.

She simply pursed her lips, staring silently at the mirror, as if waiting for something.

...a hair's breadth away.

Just as the two nearest bats were about to tear her eyes apart with their sharp claws, a white shadow suddenly descended from the sky, blocking her path perfectly.

The next moment, the bat was torn in half by its wings and slammed against the wall, turning into a bloody mess.

……

The marks from the bat scratches slowly disappeared within seconds. Yi Zanglan shook his hand, took a step back, and made sure the mirror reflected his image.

She lowered her eyes, her cold face meeting Yin Canglang's gaze in the mirror.

"After all these years, you still love to play these childish tricks."

A sudden light shone in her dark eyes, and Yin Canglang laughed. She spun the dagger in her palm, whirled around, and with a burst of strength, decapitated several troublesome bats, while her other hand remained firmly holding the mirror.

"Such a childish trick, yet it always works on you, doesn't it?"

"..."

"Zang Lan, you're still soft-hearted after all."