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

The result of the discussion was that the five of them decided to go to a noodle shop for a meal first, and then Shen Yubai would stay behind to try to find out more information from Lü Yinfeng.

The task of finding the Taoist priest's residence was to be completed by Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao; Li Siqi and Su Su were responsible for helping Han Ping find her son.

The chubby security guard was no longer in the security room on the first floor, but there was a new letter of authorization posted on the door.

Shen Yubai opened the package as usual and found that the task inside was very simple: all of them had to clean the corridors of the entire building tonight, and the tools could be picked up from the security room later.

"Will we have to clean the entire building's corridors?" Su Suqi asked. "So, all seven of us have to do it?"

"I suspect there's more to this group mission than meets the eye," Shen Yubai said. "Everyone should be careful tonight. I'm worried that all the ghosts in the building might come out and play a battle royale with us."

"...Can we outrun them?"

"Don't panic, this is just my guess, it may not be accurate."

At this moment, He Yong and Xu Chenguang also came down from the third floor. He Yong looked around at everyone and sneered with disdain.

"You're all gathered together? Looks like last night was quite interesting; you all suffered a lot."

He had been deeply ashamed and felt embarrassed when Ai Zhenzhen scratched his ear.

It now appears that others are also injured, with their health dropping even more than his, allowing him to finally turn the tide for his viewers in the live stream.

No one wanted to hear that. Li Siqi and Su Su remained silent, not wanting to pay him any attention. Shen Yubai, not wanting to have a conflict with him, only gave a polite but perfunctory reply.

"Indeed, every task is challenging."

Xu Chenguang snatched the letter of authorization from his hand, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty after reading it: "You want to mop the entire building tonight? How are we supposed to divide the work among ourselves?"

"Seven people, nine floors, theoretically each person is responsible for one floor." Yan Zhao looked at him coldly, "For the remaining two floors, I'll be responsible for one floor, and you two will be responsible for one floor."

"Tch." He scoffed. "Why should you get to decide? I'd say it should be a lottery."

"Since only the three of us didn't do any tasks last night, to be fair, we should do more tonight." Yan Zhao raised his voice slightly, his tone laced with provocation. "Doesn't your Winter Soldier Team claim to have a lot of die-hard fans? Everyone's watching. You two are so cowardly, don't you have any backbone? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

She certainly wouldn't agree to the lottery; with her D- luck, she was sure to win.

Since I'm already guaranteed to win, I definitely have to drag them down with me.

Her argument was very reasonable, and He Yong and Xu Chenguang had no room to refuse.

"……grass!"

As expected, Xu Chenguang and He Yong exchanged a glance and could only reluctantly acquiesce.

He Yong stretched out his hand menacingly at Yan Zhao: "Money! We're going to get some noodles!"

Yan Zhao didn't even glance at him, simply took out five yuan from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and left without looking back.

Xu Chenguang stepped on the five yuan note and saw that everyone else was following Yan Zhao, which made him resentful.

"Where did she get the ability to win people over? Brother Yong, this is clearly a deliberate attempt to isolate us."

"So what if they isolate us?" He Yong narrowed his triangular eyes, his already unfriendly face becoming even more sinister in that instant. "No matter what they do, our plot will progress in sync. If they're willing to do all the dirty work, we can just sit back and reap the benefits."

"That's right." Xu Chenguang agreed. "Anyway, they need to clear the level. After they've finished all the missions, we can kill Yan Zhao together. That way, we can kill two birds with one stone."

He Yong added in a harsh voice, "We'll see how things go. If the opportunity is right, we'll just kill everyone. That way, our overall score will increase, and we'll get more rewards."

"No problem, Yong-ge, I'll do whatever you say."

* * * * * *

After finishing their meal at Ai Feng Noodle Shop, Shen Yubai stayed behind to chat with Lü Yinfeng, while the other four went their separate ways to complete their respective tasks according to plan.

Yan Zhao and Yi Zanglan stood in the corridor. They needed to find the Taoist priest's residence as soon as possible and investigate. They had originally wanted to ask Lü Yinfeng for information, but they hadn't gotten any useful information.

"Don't you think Lü Yinfeng's reaction is abnormal?" Yan Zhao thought about it more and more and more and more. "She insisted that she had never heard of any Taoist priests in the building, but her eyes were very evasive. She was obviously lying."

"That proves the Ghost Taoist is related to her." Yi Zanglan stroked her bracelet and said lazily, "There's no one here, so hurry up and use your skills if you want."

Yan Zhao looked at her in confusion: "...How did you know I was going to use a skill?"

"You're so confident you're going to find the Taoist priest, but all the doors are locked; you can't possibly search every single house." Yi Canglan flicked the longevity lock around Yan Zhao's neck with her fingertips, a half-smile on her face. "This necklace of yours can't just be for show, right?"

"Tsk, I haven't even seen your skills yet, but you've seen mine first. What a loss."

Yan Zhao muttered something. Although she was speechless, it was important to restore the clues, and she couldn't delay it.

She raised her hand and lightly flicked the longevity lock pendant, which made a sharp metallic sound.

[System prompt: Use the [Vengeful Spirit Tracking] skill? Skill duration: 5 minutes. Can be used twice globally.]

She chose "yes" without hesitation.

"Stay close to me, we need to run fast, this skill only lasts for five minutes."

Yi Zanglan calmly nodded: "You go ahead and run."

……

Yan Zhao held a piece of blood-stained cloth in her hand, which she had just torn from her coat. The ghost Taoist had pressed his bloody handprint in the same spot.

Within her field of vision, the purple mist, visible only to her, was spreading outwards in wisps, like a kite string she was pulling, varying in depth and exploring in different directions on its own.

"Found it."

Yan Zhao's gaze sharpened instantly. She accurately locked onto the kite strings in the mist and then took off running in a certain direction.

Yi Zanglan quickly followed behind her, and the two raced against time all the way to the sixth floor, finally stopping at the door of room 605.

At first glance, the room seemed unremarkable, but at this moment it was completely enveloped in purple mist, exuding an indescribable chill.

"One of my skills is pinpointing locations where something has left a ghostly aura," Yan Zhao said. "So this is definitely its dwelling place, but the question is, how do we get in?"

"You can get in."

Yi Zanglan took out a wire from her pocket; it was the one used to hold the condiment box on the noodle shop table earlier, and she took it apart.

She inserted the wire into the keyhole, carefully adjusting its shape and angle. A moment later, she heard a "click," and the door opened.

Witnessing all this, Yan Zhao's astonishment was palpable: "...Where did you learn this skill from?"

"I've been studying for quite a few years now," Yi Zanglan smiled slightly, "but thankfully I haven't become too rusty."

She pushed the door open with her other hand.