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

Finding a familiar portrait among the paintings hanging on five floors is not easy.

Fortunately, Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao are both top-notch in terms of memory and eyesight, so with enough patience, it's not too difficult.

"Did you see clearly in the mirror just now?"

"Look closely, she looked quite different when she was young compared to now."

The butler Bertha, reflected in the mirror, has orange hair and golden eyes. Although she is tormented by evil magic, one can still see how beautiful she was as a child, as bright as a flower.

Otherwise, he would not have been chosen by Count Sandra's ghost.

"...Lanlan." Yan Zhao finally stopped somewhere in the third-floor corridor. She carefully examined the oil painting in front of her. "Is this the one?"

The girl in the oil painting, with two smooth braids and a pair of pure and bright golden eyes, is standing at the castle gate, smiling as she is about to hand a basket full of fresh fruits and vegetables to someone.

What was Bertha thinking at that time?

She was poor but full of hope, perhaps only hoping for a meager reward of two silver coins to slightly improve her life.

As a result, after stepping through that door, he was trapped in a dark and hopeless cage for a long time and never found a way out.

Yi Zanglan stared at the oil painting in silence for a long time before nodding affirmatively: "It's this one, take it down."

Yan Zhao removed the picture frame, bent his knuckles and tapped the back of the frame, then used both hands to forcefully tear the frame apart from the middle.

Sure enough, the picture frame was hollow, and behind the drawing was a flat metal key with a peculiar shape, which was probably used to open something.

She immediately realized: "...Could this be the key to the rooftop clock tower?"

"Very likely."

Before the two could continue their discussion, a dark figure suddenly flashed around the corner of the corridor, a long sword in hand reflecting a cold light, using the momentum to rush forward and slash directly at Yan Zhao.

Clang!

Fortunately, Yan Zhao was agile and managed to dodge backward, so the sword struck the wall, leaving a deep mark.

The two stood a distance apart. She looked up warily and, as expected, it was Zhan Fengchun.

Although she didn't know much about Zhan Fengchun, she could deduce from the attitudes of the others towards him and from their snippets of conversation that this captain, who didn't live up to his name, was rather treacherous in his actions.

His teammate Yue Feng preferred a fair and square duel within the rules; as for Yin Canglang and the other two, if they wanted to kill someone, they would most likely take direct action rather than resort to sneak attacks.

"We agreed to cooperate sincerely before, has Captain Zhan changed his mind?"

"The person who proposed the cooperation is now locked in the cellar and may not come out alive tonight." Zhan Fengchun's bangs covered half of his eyes, making his gaze at her even more sinister. "And your captain is the ghost in this bureau. He can kill ghosts but not people, so you are no threat. I don't believe that such a bunch of lunatics will cooperate. I only care about whether I can keep the props and points in my own hands."

Yan Zhao understood. This man was quite patient. He had come out now because he saw her alone and was confident he could kill her.

If he kills her, Yi Zanglan, who is bound to him, will also disappear. In that case, Black Wind Village will be eliminated in this round, and he will be able to get the key in this painting.

"...I understand the logic, but what makes you think you can kill me?" She sneered. "Trying to save face? You've picked the wrong person."

Zhan Fengchun shook his head disdainfully: "Bluster. You could never be my match in a one-on-one fight."

"That's how good-for-nothings usually comfort themselves."

That being said, Yan Zhao was actually hesitant. After all, without knowing how many tasks were scheduled for the night, was it the right decision to rashly reduce the number of players?

And if we really kill the captain of Dawn, how will we explain it to Yue Feng?

After only a few seconds of deliberation, Yi Zanglan, who had been hovering behind him the whole time, suddenly spoke in a cold voice.

"Zhaozhao, I find him annoying."

"……good."

These words were tantamount to an instruction, instantly making Yan Zhao make up his mind.

She suddenly drew her sword and stepped forward, using both hands to deliver a powerful straight slash towards Zhan Fengchun's head.

The two immediately engaged in a fight.

Given that skills cannot be used in this game and she has to rely solely on her personal strength and skills, she is at a disadvantage. After all, Zhan Fengchun's rise to this rank is not solely due to her lack of effort.

But she did not back down and did indeed give it her all, with a ruthless intent to take the other's life.

She knew that Yi Zanglan meant for Zhan Fengchun to die.

This match is being broadcast live to everyone. She represents Black Wind Stronghold, and we must not let the team's momentum be extinguished.

……

Zhan Fengchun hadn't expected Yan Zhao to be so difficult to deal with.

He had watched Yan Zhao's live streams before, and vaguely remembered that this person mainly focused on mental skills, so his combat strength should be quite average.

Why was it possible to persist for so long?

He had been beaten up by Luo Xiangjun and Disicheng earlier, so he was in poor condition. The longer it dragged on, the more impatient he became, and he gradually grew anxious.

Until he finally found the weakness in Yan Zhao's attack.

He was greatly encouraged and only wanted to strike the target decisively.

"Die!"

The sword flashed out, and according to common sense, he was certain that Yan Zhao would dodge the move. He had also predicted the opponent's next move based on his experience.

...But Yan Zhao did not grant his wish.

She neither dodged nor evaded, but took the sword blow with her shoulder.

The moment the blade pierced through flesh, across an infinitely narrowed distance, she decisively reversed the hilt and struck Zhan Fengchun hard on the side of his neck.

Zhan Fengchun suddenly felt dizzy and instinctively wanted to sheathe his sword and get away, but the blade was stuck in his bone and he couldn't pull it away for a while.

Yan Zhao did not give him another chance to retaliate.

In the blink of an eye, she kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying, and at the same time, she forcibly pulled the sword blade from her shoulder.

Blood splattered, but she gritted her teeth and pressed forward without stopping. Then, wielding her sword with both hands, she thrust it into Zhan Fengchun's heart with all her might, pinning him to the ground on the spot.

"Well!"

Zhan Fengchun let out a short, painful scream. He convulsed for a while, his expression still somewhat incredulous, before he breathed his last with his eyes open.

"..."

Yan Zhao braced himself with one hand, and it took him a long time to recover.

She looked down to check and made sure he was really dead before she stood up, sword in hand, panting as she clutched her shoulder.

Blood continued to seep from between his fingers, but the joy of defeating his opponent almost overshadowed the pain of his injury.

She instinctively turned around to look for him and saw Yi Zanglan standing behind her, staring down at his wound.

"How was it? I did what you asked me to do."

Yi Zanglan sighed and placed his palm on her shoulder.

"Yes, you're incredibly powerful now, my great curse master."

Unlike others, Yan Zhao could sense Yi Zanglan's presence. The ghost's cool temperature actually had a pain-relieving effect on her wounds.

She could tell that Yi Zanglan was in a bad mood and was about to say a few words of comfort when she heard footsteps coming from the stairs in the distance.

Before long, Yin Canglang and Liang Tianci came into view, with Yue Feng following behind them.

As the three approached, they immediately saw Zhan Fengchun's body lying on the ground. It would be a lie to say they weren't surprised.

"...You killed him?"

After Yin Canglang finished speaking, he felt that asking this question was meaningless, so he took out a mirror from his pocket and began to look for Yi Zanglan.

Yue Feng was stunned for a long time, then suddenly felt a chill. She seemed to have a premonition of something, and also took out a mirror.

...Sure enough, Yi Zanglan was standing right in front of her, calmly watching her.

The two looked at each other, and Yi Zanglan's usually gentle phoenix eyes were now like a deep pool, revealing an indescribable gloom and coldness.

She said, "General, now that you're here, please give me a reasonable explanation."

"If your Dawn Team has other plans and no intention to cooperate, then in this round, I wouldn't mind taking everyone down with me."