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

Compared to other residents, the Taoist priest's residence was almost a bare-bones house with little to no renovation.

As soon as Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao entered the room, they smelled a very strong odor of incense ash. They saw that the walls were peeling and crumbling, and apart from an iron-framed bed and an old wooden table, there was very little decent furniture in the room.

Two tattered Taoist robes were piled on the bed, and a chipped compass and several yellowed books were under the pillow.

The rice and flour bags in the kitchen were empty, and several dirty, broken bowls were placed on the table, crawling with cockroaches.

"He's a poor Taoist priest." Yan Zhao raised his hand to fan away the dust floating in the air, frowning as he concluded, "The kind of poor who can't even afford to eat."

Yi Zanglan picked up a pipe from the corner of the wall, examined it for a while, and then casually tapped it on the wall.

"They might also have some bad habits, which would make them even poorer."

Yan Zhao picked up the books on the bed. He didn't know how old they were. The paper was brittle and made a rustling sound when he shook it. The word "section" was written in the lower right corner of each cover.

"This Taoist priest's surname is Duan. I guess there must be something in his books, but I'm too lazy to read them."

"Then check the room again." Yi Zanglan took the task naturally, sat on the edge of the bed, and began flipping through a book. "Let me see."

She reads text extremely quickly, has an almost photographic memory, and can usually extract the main points after reading only once.

When Yan Zhao came out of the inner room, she had already put down the other books, leaving only one open and turning to a certain page, gesturing for the other person to come closer.

"This Taoist priest Duan must have made a deal with Lü Yinfeng."

"What kind of deal?"

"It was probably Lü Yinfeng who paid him to help her refine the corpse."

Corpse refining.

Yan Zhao was very clever; upon hearing those two words, he immediately understood: "Refine her husband's corpse? How?"

Yi Zanglan pointed to the page: "The conditions are here."

Yan Zhao looked down and saw densely packed black characters on it, clearly stating:

For the deceased to be resurrected, five essential items are required: a whole heart of a man, hair of an elderly person who has died of old age, eyes of an entertainer, blood of a young boy, and hands of a craftsman.

The caster must activate the formation on the 49th day after the deceased's death, using five elements to suppress the formation's core and perform the ritual to summon the soul.

It should be noted that the success or failure of this technique is unpredictable. If the technique fails, it will cause the corpse to turn into a zombie. After the zombie turns into a zombie, only by wearing a copper coin mask can the evil spirit of the corpse be suppressed and prevented from going out of control and harming people.

Remember! If it is..., its ferocity will surge, and it may be difficult to deal with!

Yan Zhao became increasingly alarmed as she looked at the clues, trying to match them one by one with the ones in her memories.

"The five essential items? The fat security guard's heart, Old Mrs. Wu's hair (804), the dancer's eyes (910), the child's blood (409), and the carpenter Liu's severed hand (707)? Exactly these five things!"

"Yes, similar content appears in some urban legends and films in G City in reality." Yi Zanglan calmly raised her hand, a piece of paper between her fingers. "This was just tucked into the book. It contains Feng Xuan's birth date and death date."

Yan Zhao glanced at the note, then looked at the old calendar on the wall, his expression grave.

Feng Xuan died on September 21st, and today is November 9th.

The resurrection of a corpse requires the activation of the formation on the 49th day after the deceased's death, which happens to be today.

This is the plot of this game, something that was destined to happen. They couldn't stop it, they could only try their best to recreate it and find a way to survive.

"I finally understand why the rules make us strive to survive within the deadline," she said in a low voice. "This is the deadline; we just need to get through tonight."

So tonight's task is for all the players to clean the corridors of the entire apartment building. It may seem like they're just cleaning the corridors, but they're not allowed to hide inside their rooms.

They must confront their fears.

Yan Zhao studied the text again, still puzzled: "What exactly does this last sentence mean? And why is it that this last sentence is stained? Is it meant for us to guess?"

If it is... then its ferocity will surge, and it may be difficult to deal with.

What is the omitted content in the middle?

Yi Zanglan did not answer; she was busy inspecting the wooden box, which Yan Zhao had just dragged out of the cabinet in the inner room.

She kicked the box over and heard a metallic clanging sound coming from inside; the sound was familiar.

The box was locked. She looked around and finally picked up the chipped compass from the bed, smashing it open with a series of loud bangs.

Yan Zhao, standing nearby, was speechless.

If that force were to hit someone's skull, it would probably crack their skull open on the spot.

Yi Zanglan lifted the lid of the box and saw a copper coin mask lying at the bottom. The red rope that held the mask together was made of cinnabar and seemed to be very old, covered with a faint rust.

Two long copper chains are attached to the back of the mask. The chains can be tightened by pulling, which seems to allow for use at a distance, but requires a certain degree of accuracy.

Clearly, this is the key item to defeat the final boss.

"This tool must be kept in your hands, or someone who can work closely with you must be found," Yan Zhao said realistically. "My strength is average; I can protect myself, but I'm worried it might affect your performance."

Yi Zanglan picked up the copper coin mask, wrapped it around his waist twice, and tied it like an ornament.

She casually replied, "My strength is just average."

"...Alright, stop talking nonsense."

* * * * * *

While Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao were investigating room 605, Li Siqi and Su Su were also working diligently throughout the building to search for Han Ping's missing son, Xiao Jie.

"These residents are like they're dead, they won't answer the door when we knock," Su Su said. "Besides, isn't Xiao Jie disliked by the neighbors? He probably wouldn't let anyone stay overnight."

Li Siqi suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Then let's check the fire escape, and also the garbage rooms and electrical rooms on each floor. Kids like to run around, could they be locked inside?"

"That's possible!"

The two walked upstairs one after the other. Su Su stared at the wound on her boyfriend's shoulder that was still bleeding, looking very worried, and couldn't help but call out softly.

"Siqi".

"What's wrong?"

"Actually, I have a bad feeling that tonight's situation is likely to be very dangerous." She held his hand and earnestly instructed him, "Remember, no matter what happens, if you are sure you can't handle it, don't be stubborn. Try to ask Mr. Shen or Ms. Yan for help, or even Ms. Yi—but stay away from those two from the Winter Squad. They are not good people."

Li Siqi replied earnestly, "I understand, don't worry."

Both she and he were very mediocre in talent, mostly rated B, and hadn't even unlocked their individual skills yet. They relied entirely on accumulating experience step by step and spending a lot of money to hire pro players to carry them through a couple of games to reach their current rank.

But that doesn't mean they're stupid. Although they're not naturally gifted, they've played a lot of games and have developed the ability to assess situations.

Both of them were perfectly clear about who they should stand on and who they should stand on, and once they had decided on their stance, they should not waver.

Putting aside the fact that Li Siqi is currently the most seriously injured player on the team, even if he weren't injured, he could very well become a target for He Yong and Xu Chenguang to frame in a crisis.

Prioritizing sending teammates out to their deaths has always been an unwritten tradition of the Winter Team.

……

Li Siqi and Su Su searched as quickly as possible all the way to the garbage room on the seventh floor.

Logically, the garbage in this kind of apartment building should be cleaned up regularly every day, but this place is stinking, piled high with bags of all sizes, and has attracted a large number of flies and insects.

Su Su pinched her nose, feeling like she was about to vomit, but her strong sixth sense told her that there must be a clue here.

"Siqi, I want to go through all this trash."

"Okay." Li Siqi nodded firmly. "There must be a reason why this garbage room is so messy."

The two acted immediately, overturning all the trash cans and examining them in detail by the dim light.

...until Su Su accidentally kicked one of the garbage bags near the corner of the wall, realized something was wrong, and quickly squatted down to check.

This garbage bag was sealed in several layers, and there was also a material similar to heat insulation foam stuffed inside. The innermost part felt round to the touch.

She untied the bag layer by layer, and when she saw what was inside, her pupils suddenly contracted.