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

This dungeon is interesting! I've never run a prison-themed dungeon before, especially a 30-man dungeon. This is a good opportunity to learn some experience.

[The person ahead of you, you'd better pray you don't get caught in this situation. Large dungeons with many players usually have very low survival rates, and there will almost always be mechanics that cause players to kill each other.]

[Oh my god, I think I saw that crazy woman on the Rising Star list again? How come I always see her in the live streams I'm interested in?]

[It's possible that because you followed the Cursed Master Yan Zhao, Yi Zanglan is now bound to Yan Zhao. The two had previously teamed up together, and the system's big data analysis deliberately pushed this to you.]

[Is this for real? The koi fish doll is here too? What great luck! It picked the strongest one here at a glance.]

[Are you kidding me? Yi Zanglan is just a greenhorn who stumbled into the Jade Game. She's the best fighter? Do you even know who else is in this game?]

Who is it?

Wu Ying, the Invisible Assassin!

……

The outside world's turmoil had nothing to do with what was happening inside. At this moment, Yi Zanglan was choosing a sewing machine and methodically sewing prison clothes according to the diagrams posted on the wall.

She had no prior experience with these things, but that didn't hinder her exceptional learning ability. She could easily pick them up after just a few glances. While she couldn't guarantee absolute quality, they looked presentable enough to get by.

Yan Zhao, on the other hand, was very good at this. Whether he had studied it before or not, he completed the entire process from cutting and ironing to sewing in one go, with maximum efficiency.

Yi Zanglan glanced at it briefly: "Really good."

"Yes, my grandma taught me that."

"Is she a seamstress?"

"You could say that. She works in the funeral industry and makes burial clothes."

In contrast, Tang Yunxi's manual dexterity is comparable to that of an adult Arctic hare.

She dared not disturb Yan Zhao, who was clearly in a low mood, and could only seek help from Yi Zanglan, who seemed to be more gentle.

"I don't know how..." she said, putting on a tearful face. "How exactly do you use this sewing machine?"

"First, cut the fabric according to the paper pattern." Yi Zanglan instructed in a calm voice without looking up, "Mark the alignment lines, and try sewing small parts yourself first, like pockets and sleeves."

Tang Yunxi tried it seriously, but the result was a complete mess. Not only did she burn the fabric, but the stitching also looked like a winding centipede.

"Will this pass?"

"You're lucky, you'll pass even if you do poorly," Yi Zanglan said. "As long as you can wear the prison uniform, that's fine. Just get it ready for now, and I'll fix it for you when I have time later."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"Didn't the previous games have any hands-on elements?" Yan Zhao practically stomped the sewing machine until sparks flew, but even then, she couldn't resist adding a sarcastic remark, "If there were, did you always ask others for help?"

"Uh, I usually trade clues and props with others."

"You don't work in real life either?"

Tang Yunxi was a little embarrassed: "I've been in a wheelchair for eight years in real life, and I have a nanny and housekeeper to help me with everything, big or small."

"..."

Okay, that makes sense. Since she's a disabled young lady, there's not much to say.

So the three of them went about their own business and didn't chat for a long time.

It wasn't until a male player with a small mustache suddenly came around from the other side of the field that they approached. He seemed to have been observing the three of them from a distance for a long time, and then he fiddled around in a sneaky manner.

"Hey, little sister." He approached Yi Canglan with a smile, humbly asking for help, "I'm not very good at using a sewing machine. Could I take five minutes of your time to give you a little pointers?"

"Feed her!" Tang Yunxi quickly stopped her. "She hasn't even taught me yet, you get in line!"

"Just five minutes, it won't take too long!" the male player explained eagerly, his eyes filled with sincerity as he looked at Yi Zanglan. "In exchange, I'll share an important clue with you, okay?"

Yi Zanglan hesitated for a moment, then looked up to meet his gaze: "Really? You have a lead?"

"Really, I guarantee this clue will be useful to you!"

"OK."

She smiled slightly and was about to get up when she accidentally knocked a piece of cloth off the table to the floor. "Oh dear, just a moment."

She bent down and squatted under the table, tidying up for a long time before finally getting her hands clean. Then she got up and left with the male player.

Tang Yunxi craned her neck to look in that direction, completely bewildered: "No one could find clues faster than me. That man was obviously lying, how could she believe him?"

Yan Zhao calmly sewed the hem of the trousers onto the sewing machine: "She didn't believe me."

"No news? Then why...?"

"Never mind that, just remember, no matter what happens later, watch my signals."

Tang Yunxi agreed with some hesitation, "Okay."

……

On the other side, Yi Zanglan had already followed the bearded male player to the sewing machine where he was.

The venue was large, and the other party deliberately chose a sewing machine near the corner of the wall, where there was also a metal cabinet for storing fabric as a cover.

"Sir, there's no need to be so mysterious, is there?" She looked at him. "It's settled then, you have to tell me the clues first, and then I'll teach you how to use the machine."

The male player with the mustache laughed: "Girl, you're quite cautious."

"Yeah, someone tricked me before. I gave him the props, and he turned around and ran away without me. He was so mean."

Yi Zanglan was born with a pair of gentle, watery eyes. Whenever she looked at someone and spoke softly, she exuded a pure and innocent aura, inevitably giving the other person the illusion that she was kind and easy to bully.

This is why some people easily lose their guard and forget why she was able to appear in the intermediate-level dungeon.

The male player's eyes flickered, but he still solemnly agreed, "Yes, girls should be more careful when they're out."

He took a small round mirror out of his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and gestured for her to look down.

"You didn't find this, did you?"

Curious, Yi Zanglan bent down to examine it: "Where did this mirror come from? It still reflects gray!"

"Yes, I'm telling you, there's something hidden in here."

"What is it?"

"If you look closely, you'll understand."

The male player rested one hand on the table, pretending to discuss something with her, while slowly raising the sharp scissors hidden behind his back with his other hand.

His eyes flashed with malice, and he made a move to stab her in the back.

Yi Zanglan suddenly chuckled softly, "I understand now, but you don't seem to quite understand."

"..."

He instinctively froze, not yet realizing the meaning of those words, and his movements involuntarily paused.

It was that moment of hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Zanglan turned around abruptly, grabbed his hair, and slammed his face hard against the sewing machine.

"...Ah!!! You bastard, I'll kill you!!!!"

The sudden pain drove the male player into a frenzy. His face was covered in blood as he cursed and struggled to fight back.

Unfortunately, Yi Zanglan didn't give him a chance at all.

"You're very rude."

She lifted her prison uniform, pulled out a pair of scissors from behind her waist, and swiftly plunged them into his chest.

Seeing that he wasn't quite dead yet, she decisively stopped and gathered her strength, then stabbed his eyeball again.