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

The moment he lifted the covers, a foul, rotten smell hit him, and Shen Yubai's breath hitched; he froze, completely stunned.

The person lying here is indeed Old Master Wu, but he has become a bloody skeleton.

Starting from his neck down, Old Master Wu's chest, abdomen, arms, thighs... almost all the flesh on every part of his body was gnawed away, leaving a dense network of teeth marks and a mangled mess.

The back of the quilt was soaked with large patches of dried blood, like a hard coffin lid.

It turns out that the raw meat in the freezer was Old Master Wu's meat.

...A series of footsteps suddenly came from the living room. Shen Yubai quickly calmed his breathing and covered himself with the blanket again.

He knew that Old Mrs. Wu must be standing behind him watching him, so he didn't turn around. He simply wrapped himself in the quilt, picked up Old Mr. Wu, and helped him lean against the bed.

"Here, Grandpa Wu, have some porridge."

He smiled and politely scooped up a spoonful of thin porridge, carefully feeding it into the corpse's mouth.

Old Master Wu's eyes were half-open, and beneath his eyelids seemed to be a pair of cloudy, yellowish fish eyes, with faint traces of the terror he felt before his death.

The corpse's jaw was clenched, so nothing could be poured in anymore, but the things that Old Mrs. Wu had instructed still had to be done.

Shen Yubai had no choice but to sit halfway on the edge of the bed, pretending to be very intimate as he embraced the corpse. While pretending to feed it porridge, he secretly drank the rest of the porridge under the cover of his body.

"Grandpa Wu, please continue to rest."

He helped the corpse lie down, then casually turned around with the empty bowl in his hand and spoke politely.

"Grandma Wu, the porridge is finished. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Grandma Wu stood at the bedroom door, her arms hanging down, silently watching him.

After eating so much human flesh, her cheeks became increasingly sunken, turning a bluish-black color, as if she were on the verge of death.

"Young man, thank you." She dropped her kind expression, her smile gone, and repeated the words in a hollow and numb voice, "But I'm still hungry. I'm starving, so hungry."

"Young man, is there any meat left? I'd like to have another bite."

"..."

"I'm so hungry, let me have just one more bite, just one more bite."

As she approached, hesitantly, and made a move to close the bedroom door, Shen Yubai knew very well that once the door was completely closed, he would be doomed tonight.

His brain was working at high speed at that moment, and the decision was made in an instant.

He decisively grabbed the empty bowl and smashed it against the wall, then used the shards of the bowl to forcefully slash his own arm.

Blood gushed out, and he actually cut off a piece of his own flesh, then quickly stepped forward and stuffed the piece of flesh directly into Old Mrs. Wu's mouth.

"Please take your time eating."

Grandma Wu froze, and almost instinctively began to chew, greedily sucking the flowing blood and licking it again and again.

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Shen Yubai didn't dare to waste a second and rushed towards the living room door.

He quickly slipped out of the house, slammed the door shut, then covered his bleeding wound and frowned at his watch.

[Work progress bar: 45%]

The mission was a success, but the test tonight is not over yet.

Just as Yan Zhao had warned him, as he was about to reach the end of the corridor, he heard a metallic clanging sound coming from behind him.

The roaming, vengeful ghost has arrived.

Shen Yubai continued walking briskly without stopping, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the shards of glass that he had prepared beforehand.

He wanted to see just what kind of thing the other party was.

* * * * * *

At 2 a.m., Li Siqi and Su Su left the room and went to the seventh floor.

Their task tonight is to assist Liu the carpenter from 707 in making a pair of walking sticks.

On the way there, Su Su couldn't help but worry: "Siqi, are you really good at carpentry?"

"The main problem is that I'm even less good at cooking." Li Siqi sighed, but still comforted his girlfriend, "It's okay. When I was little, my grandfather made stools from scrap wood. I watched him do it, so I know a little bit about it. I'll be the one doing the cooking later, and you can just help out."

"Okay, I understand."

The two stood at the door of room 707, took a deep breath, and prepared themselves mentally.

After three knocks, the door opened from the inside, and a stocky middle-aged man stood in front of him. A deep scar ran from his brow to his cheekbone, his eyes were bulging, and his face was full of hostility. He was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Why did you send two youngsters..." he grumbled, clearly dissatisfied, but still stepped aside. "Come in, I urgently need this cane, you'd better hurry!"

Li Siqi and Su Su cautiously followed them into the house and saw that the center of the living room was filled with various tools, including a handsaw, a wood planer, a sandpaper set, and small brushes...

The walking stick was already taking shape, but it looked rough and hadn't been carefully improved yet; it resembled two thick tree branches.

Carpenter Liu ordered them in a commanding tone: "Sand the cane smooth, install the metal anti-slip head, apply varnish, and put it on the balcony to dry—be meticulous, this is for my own use!"

Su Su then noticed that his right leg was lame, indicating that he had recently been injured and was still in a cast.

She felt that she shouldn't touch on the other person's sore spot, but she was also afraid that it might be a clue or key point, and she would miss it if she didn't interact with the NPC.

So she asked with genuine concern, "Why the rush? How did you get hurt? Are you alright?"

"Can't you tell? You twisted your ankle going down the stairs!" Carpenter Liu glared at her, then cursed to himself, "Damn it, that good-for-nothing Feng Xuan said there's a painkiller that works, but he still hasn't bought it for me. He's been spending all his time picking up pretty dancers!"

A thought flashed through Su Su's mind, and she quickly asked again, "Who is Feng Xuan? He and the dancer..."

Carpenter Liu angrily interrupted her, "None of your business! Are you here to help me with the work or to listen to gossip? I'll complain about you!"

"..."

Su Suming shut her mouth, quickly grabbed some sandpaper, and began to help Li Siqi polish the cane.

Actually, this job didn't require any special technical skills, and Li Siqi was perfectly capable of doing it. However, he did it very seriously, afraid that if he was perfunctory in any way, it would be noticed and would anger this resident with a very bad temper.

After sanding, installing, and painting, he finally wrapped the cane in a soft cloth and, together with Su Su, carefully carried it to the balcony to dry.

The balcony was piled with a lot of clutter. It took Su Su a long time to clear a space for Li Siqi to put his crutch there.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, she looked around and noticed a tattered cloth covering the side wall of the balcony. It was stuck on with tape and looked very out of place.

"...Siqi," she whispered to her boyfriend, "Look."

She lifted the rag, revealing the wall that had been hidden.

The next second, the two of them froze.