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

[Wow, awesome! Thank goodness I didn't leave the live stream, otherwise I wouldn't have seen Yi Zanglan make a move!]

[I knew she was going to kill him right away. That man clearly had ill intentions; he kept fiddling with that mirror—it must have been a vengeful ghost giving him orders! Too bad his target is Yi Zanglan; isn't he just rushing to his death?]

[Tsk tsk, this unlucky guy, he probably doesn't watch many live streams, right? If he had just glanced at the Rising Star Rankings a couple more times, he would know Yi Zanglan!]

[Friends, go check out Yi Zanglan's homepage. What's the system's exclusive title for her? [Abyss Prisoner]! Isn't this prison dungeon perfect for her? I feel like she should be wearing this prison uniform and going crazy!]

……

Yi Zanglan, wielding scissors, swiftly and decisively dealt with the male player, and also confiscated his mirror in the process.

She wasn't willing to come with him on a whim; she had simply taken the opportunity while tidying up the scraps of cloth to glance at herself in the mirror.

Go, kill him.

This was the instruction given to her by the female ghost, A'luo.

She guessed that the male player had most likely received orders from his cellmate, which was why he was determined to kill her; otherwise, there would have been no need to target her here.

She was probably also the target designated by the other party.

Meanwhile, the other four people in the venue were all drawn over by the commotion.

As they approached, they saw Yi Zanglan holding scissors, squatting next to the male player's corpse.

The corpse had one eye pierced and a knife wound in its chest, and was covered in blood; the scene was horrific.

"Holy crap!" A young male player in a green tracksuit exclaimed in shock, "Are you crazy? We're in labor camp here, and you're killing people?!"

Yi Zanglan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, took the scissors, and took two steps forward.

Her eyes held a kind of calm madness, and she muttered to herself.

"Heh, not a single man is any good, they all deserve to die, they all deserve to die... they all deserve to die!!!"

She suddenly raised her voice for the last sentence, brandishing her scissors and slashing wildly at the air, knocking over several sewing machines nearby.

Caught off guard, the two male players retreated hastily, fearing she might suddenly rush over and stab them as well.

"What's going on?!"

At the crucial moment, Yan Zhao made a dazzling appearance, stepping between the two sides in one swift motion.

"Don't panic, don't panic, this is my teammate. She was pulled directly from a mental hospital into the game, and she hasn't recovered yet! She was hurt by men before, and now she wants to kill anyone with a small mustache. This has triggered her again!"

As the saying goes, when you're out in the world, your identity and persona are what you create for yourself.

The two male players subconsciously touched their faces to make sure they didn't have mustaches before they were somewhat relieved.

"Can you stop her? If she attracts the prison guards, we'll all be in trouble!"

"Yes, I can persuade her. You two go about your business, I'll try to calm her down."

After saying that, Yan Zhao snatched the scissors away and dragged Yi Zanglan away, half-hugging and half-carrying her.

...Only after she was sure she was out of his sight did she release her grip, raise an eyebrow at Yi Canglan with a half-smile, and whisper in his ear.

"You're really something."

"It's just so-so."

Yi Zanglan rolled up her sleeves, sat back down in her seat, and started operating the sewing machine.

Her expression returned to normal, and if it weren't for the blood still staining the scissors next to her, it would have been as if nothing had happened.

Tang Yunxi, who witnessed all of this: "..."

She had been hiding in the shadows and had witnessed almost the entire process of Yi Zanglan killing someone. The speed and method of the killing made her even suspect that he had originally been in this line of work.

No wonder Yan Zhao wasn't surprised at all; it turned out he already knew what Yi Zanglan was going to do and had even made the final preparations.

These two are such amazing actors!

She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously approached Yi Zanglan: "Um..."

Yi Zanglan calmly said, "Wait a minute, I'm busy."

"oh oh."

Tang Yunxi sat up straight with no other choice and continued to examine her haphazardly sewn prison uniform, only occasionally stealing a glance at it.

To be honest, she was a little nervous.

Wouldn't having such a dangerous person as a temporary teammate be even less reliable than her going solo?

……

Yi Zanglan noticed Tang Yunxi's gaze, but she didn't care what the other person was thinking.

She methodically finished sewing her prison uniform, then took two mirrors out of her pocket.

The male player's mirror still only reflected her face, showing nothing particularly special.

However, when she looked at her reflection in the mirror—

"..."

She pursed her lips slightly and blinked almost imperceptibly.

This is a micro-expression that only appears when she is speechless.

Can anyone explain why there's another ghost on her shoulder?

The female ghost had short hair, the kind that was deliberately cut ugly, with large burn marks on her face, and whip marks on her arms and legs, as if she had suffered cruel abuse before she died.

The short-haired female ghost and the scarred female ghost are currently occupying her left and right shoulders respectively, tearing at each other and slapping each other. They seem to know each other before and have a long-standing grudge.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yan Zhao glanced at Yi Canglan and noticed that Yi Canglan's expression was a bit off. He frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong with this mirror?"

"It's not a problem," Yi Zanglan said. "It's just that I triggered a new mechanism."

"What mechanism?"

"If I kill another player and confiscate his mirror, his cellmate will automatically become my cellmate."

Yan Zhao pondered the sentence carefully: "So..."

"So, right now there are two ghosts fighting on my shoulders."

"..."

Yan Zhao's lips twitched involuntarily. She suddenly realized that not having a mirror might not be such a bad thing after all.

Yi Zanglan stroked the mirror and saw that the heart-shaped pattern in the upper left corner seemed to have turned a little redder.

This indicates that Aro's affection for her has increased again, because she successfully killed the male player following its instructions.

She said softly, "Ah Luo, you two take a break. I feel a bit awkward having a new cellmate out of nowhere."

Sure enough, Aro stopped fighting after hearing this, even though she was still holding onto the other person's hair with both hands.

It gave her a haughty glance:

You're great, much better than that loser.

Yi Zanglan pondered, "The 'trash' probably refers to that male player."

The subtext of this statement is: Aro thinks her cellmate is much better than the short-haired female ghost's cellmate, so she is very satisfied that she has earned her face.

No wonder the male player wanted to kill her earlier. The short-haired female ghost and A-Luo had an old grudge, and they were competing against each other. Whoever's cellmate killed the other first would prove who was stronger.

...What a childish and perverse competitive mentality.

"If I may ask one more question, will the three of us be living together from now on?"

Aro seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, her eyes darting around in their rotting sockets with remarkable agility.

It said:

There are two more; it would be best to accept them both.

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