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

It was said that Yi Zanglan would go ahead to scout the way, but Yan Zhao and Yin Canglang didn't care about that at all and just followed closely behind.

Seeing the two go down, the other players simply followed, resulting in the strange scene of six humans following behind the white-clad ghost.

The stone steps were longer than I had imagined, and in the latter half they were slippery and slippery. In addition, the space was narrow and the slope was vertical, making it easy to lose one's balance.

Zhan Fengchun's glasses were broken, so he couldn't see the road clearly. In addition, his right leg had just been dislocated by Luo Xiangjun's kick, and he didn't pay attention and slid in front of Di Sicheng.

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard, Di Sicheng then knocked down Yue Feng in front of him.

Yue Feng, being tall and strong, simply scooped up the short Luo Xiangjun in his arms, and the two of them bounced down like they were on a slide, accidentally knocking Yin Canglang away in the process.

Yin Canglang originally planned to take advantage of the situation and kick Yan Zhao, who was at the front, away as well, but he realized in an instant that Yi Zanglan could definitely see it.

She had to brace herself against the wall with both hands to block everyone behind her and dissipate the momentum.

"...a bunch of useless trash."

Everyone pushed and shoved each other, falling into a heap. Luo Xiangjun was almost crushed to death by Yue Feng. She finally managed to squeeze her head out and roared angrily.

"Who did this?!"

"It's this weirdo blind guy!" Discheng immediately accused. "He tackled me from behind, it was definitely on purpose!"

Zhan Fengchun angrily retorted, "Bullshit! If even one of you understood the concept of collective consciousness, things wouldn't have come to this. Only a stupid dog would bite back!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt everything go black, followed by a sharp pain. It turned out that Yin Canglang had gotten up and stepped on his face.

"So much for collective consciousness! You learn some rubbish and then use it all wrong." Yin Canglang turned his head in annoyance. "Just kill him as soon as possible. If you don't do it now, I'll come myself later."

"..."

"Everyone, calm down," Yan Zhao said. "There are some rather strange things here."

Now that there was a clue, personal grudges had to be put aside for the time being. So everyone gathered around and saw Yan Zhao holding a lantern that he had just taken down from the wall, illuminating the way as he looked around.

The air was filled with a strong, putrid stench, and countless pale skeletons were scattered on the uneven stone ground. Judging from the skeletal structure, they were all young women.

Clearly, these must be the victims who were invited to the castle by Count Sandra and then brutally murdered.

In addition, the wall is densely inlaid with a circle of wooden stakes, the whole piece of wood surrounded by tulip buds, some of which are about to open, while others have fully bloomed.

In the center of those blooming flowers, one can vaguely see small, round, scarlet eyes that slowly flicker between the wood grain.

It looks like...

The wooden stake, like a cocoon, is nurturing something, just waiting for it to hatch.

"They're the bats in the castle."

Yan Zhao's tone was very certain; she recognized those chilling eyes.

"The question is, why does the Count keep so many bats in the cellar?" Discheng wondered. "Is it related to her sorcery for eternal youth?"

Luo Xiangjun stared at the wooden stakes, seemingly having realized something, and raised the mirror to look at Yi Zanglan.

"You just mentioned that when the fake count was pushed into the torture device, not a single drop of blood was squeezed out; instead, there were only sawdust particles, and a large number of bats were released?"

"Yes." Yi Zanglan nodded calmly, "It seems to match the scene here."

So...

"I'm just guessing, but for some reason, Count Sandra can't bathe in the blood of young women herself; she needs some kind of medium to perform the sorcery."

Yan Zhao shared the same thought and immediately added: "Based on our previous analysis, unless there is another hidden reason, she has no reason to pretend to be a housekeeper and use a puppet to enter the bathroom in her place, unless this is the setting of an evil spell."

"This is where she nurtured the puppets," Yin Canglang said coldly. "It seems that these tulips are like some kind of timer. Once all the buds on the wooden stakes have opened, the puppet bats inside will be considered mature and ready to be used as a medium for evil magic."

Upon hearing this, Yue Feng frowned in disgust: "Then what are we going to do? Just destroy these wooden stakes?"

"I'm afraid that won't work." Yi Zanglan shook his head. "It's not the right time yet. Even if we wanted to destroy it now, there aren't suitable conditions."

How did you determine that?

She thought for a moment, then casually shrugged: "It's hard for me to explain, General. It's just a ghost's intuition. You'll understand when you become a ghost too."

Yue Feng turned to Luo Xiangjun speechlessly: "...I mean, is she always this unpleasant to hear?"

Luo Xiangjun replied seriously, "She has a mental illness and has never spoken kindly. You'll get used to it."

"..."

"Then there's no need for us to stay here any longer." Yan Zhao turned around and walked back to the stone steps they had come from. "We can come back again tonight when the conditions are triggered. It's most likely to be to prevent these bats from being born."

The entire mission lasts only one day and two nights, meaning it will end tonight. The mission is very tight, and the conditions that need to be triggered will be triggered no later than nightfall.

"Tonight's going to be busy." Discheng sighed, rubbing his forehead. "We have to deal with the bats, go up the clock tower, and deal with the real Earl disguised as the butler—ladies, our department might really need to work together closely. This is clearly a team mission."

Unlike the first captain's match, which clearly stated that points would be determined in a battle royale format, the rules for the second captain's match were very vague, and there was not even any extra reward for ranking higher.

Compared to competition, ensuring everyone's escape together is perhaps more important.

"We don't care." Yan Zhao and Yi Zanglan exchanged a glance and Yan Zhao spoke on their behalf. "As long as there are no uncertainties in the team, if anyone betrays us at the last minute, our captain has a bad temper."

"I have no objection either," Yue Feng said. "If there are really any uncertainties, then killing them is fine."

Zhan Fengchun, who was walking in front, said: "...Put your dagger away. First of all, I won't betray you, and secondly, don't get any funny ideas. At least this round is a captain's match, and I'm still the captain. If the captain dies, who will you be competing against? You still have to get the points you're owed!"

"I only agree with the second half of the statement. As for whether it's betrayal or not, you'd better have a better understanding of that yourself."

I can't be bothered with you.

The group barely reached a consensus, including the silent Yin Canglang, who seemed to agree as well.

Just as they climbed to the top of the stone steps and were about to leave the cellar, a powerful force suddenly grabbed the feet of Discheng, the last person in the group, and dragged him deeper into the cellar like an invisible vine.

Everything happened without warning. Discheng lost his footing and instantly plummeted downwards.

"...Xiangxiang!"

In his shock, he instinctively shouted Luo Xiangjun's name.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Xiangjun, who was about to climb to the ground, heard his voice and without thinking, immediately turned around and pounced on him, grabbing his arms by instinct.

The hidden door slammed shut overhead, and the two of them, pulling at each other, tumbled downwards.