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

Tang Yunxi could tell that Yi Zanglan was not in a good mood, but she couldn't figure out why.

I felt pretty relaxed after killing everyone, so why am I suddenly depressed now?

Despite his depression, Yi Zanglan kept his promise and eventually helped her alter the prison uniform.

This solidified her belief that true masters are often eccentric, but that doesn't mean they are untrustworthy.

I have excellent judgment; choosing this teammate was the right decision!

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the prison guards arrived on time to inspect the results of the labor.

"Line up, everyone, I'll record your names one by one!"

All five players present met the requirements, having submitted at least one set of prison clothes.

Yan Zhao handed over three sets of mirrors. This curse master, who didn't have a mirror, was really going all out to reduce his sentence.

After the prison guard finished counting, he looked around sternly: "Weren't there six prisoners? Where's the last one?"

"There he is." Yan Zhao pointed to the corpse in the corner and sighed regretfully. "He didn't know how to use a sewing machine. He suddenly broke down and shouted something like 'I am guilty, I repent, I am so stupid, I might as well die,' and then he committed suicide with scissors."

"real?"

"Really, everyone saw it, right?"

Tang Yunxi immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, that was terrifying! But given his grave sins, perhaps this is a form of release for him?"

Yi Zanglan nodded, glancing at the two male players beside her with a calm yet slightly mad look, just like the look she had when she was holding the scissors.

The two male players dared not say a word. What if this madman got provoked again and caused another incident in front of the NPC, implicating everyone?

It's better to avoid trouble and just let it go.

"Ah...yes! We saw it too!"

The prison guard snorted, didn't pursue the matter further, and turned to instruct his colleagues in the corridor.

"Take them back to their cells and dispose of the bodies!"

Of course, killing is permissible here.

After all, the rules don't explicitly prohibit it.

* * * * * *

Shortly after Yi Zanglan returned to his cell, he received a new system notification:

Your remaining sentence: two years and eleven months.

The initial sentence was three years, but it has now been reduced by one month, proving that the labor reform has been effective.

If we calculate based on the rule that sewing one set of prison clothes equals one month, then Yan Zhao should have had three months reduced.

This is too slow. At this rate, how many days would I have to stay in prison?

However, this is only the beginning, and we don't know what the mechanics will be like later on, so we can only take it one step at a time.

Yi Zanglan took out a mirror, composed herself, and tried to talk to A Luo again.

Oh, to be precise, it's Aro and her vengeful sister.

"How should I address your sister?"

A Luo seems to still be arguing with the short-haired female ghost, but Yi Zanglan can't hear what they're arguing about. She can only chat with the other person via text through the mirror.

A short while later, Aro replied:

【Ah Xiang.】

"Okay, I got it. You said there were two more, it would be best to take them both..."

【Ahua and Ayue, take them both.】

"..."

Yi Zanglan rested a finger on his temple, lost in thought.

Very well, the female ghost she's dealing with seems to be the leader of a female gang.

Soon, there might be four female ghosts fighting on my shoulder.

What are they doing? Are they the underworld's sister duo?

"Excuse me, could you tell me which cells your other two sisters are in? I'd like to go pick them up."

We were all put in solitary confinement.

Well, they didn't say which cell number it was, but they mentioned solitary confinement.

This means there must be a roster in the solitary confinement cell. If she wants to check the roster, she has to find a way to be locked up there first.

Yi Zanglan sorted out his thoughts and nodded politely.

"Alright, I'll make the arrangements. You two can continue your bonding while I'm at it."

After saying that, she stuffed the mirror into her arms and lay down on the bed to rest with her eyes closed.

She slept until six o'clock in the evening, and when the system delivered the meal on time, the stainless steel rice tray appeared on the toilet tank the moment she opened her eyes.

The dinner menu consisted of oily stewed meat and stir-fried bean sprouts with wood ear mushrooms.

The stewed meat smelled off, so Yi Zanglan took a bite of the bean sprouts, frowned, and then ate all the rice.

We can't afford to go hungry; we need to replenish our energy as soon as possible.

But this is so awful; even Yan Zhao's cooking is better.

……

Meanwhile, far away in cell number 24 on the third floor, Yan Zhao was chewing on bean sprouts while thinking about Yi Zanglan's creamy stewed chicken.

Damn, is this crap even fit for human consumption?!

My taste has really become too picky.

She suddenly sneezed and rubbed her nose, puzzled.

"That Yi Zanglan guy, is he talking badly about me behind my back?"

* * * * * *

At 7 p.m., a large number of prison guards came out and began smashing the cell doors.

"Get out here, inmates' group activity begins!"

Yi Zanglan rolled out of bed and jumped up, her gaze towards the door carrying a hint of annoyance beneath her calm demeanor.

Even though they're all in jail, they still have to have team building activities, right?

She looked in the mirror and asked, "Ah Luo and Ah Xiang, are you two going?"

The female ghost replied quickly:

I'd like to go, but it's a lot of trouble.

This is tantamount to giving advance notice. How can a group activity that even ghosts would avoid be easy?

"It's okay, we can overcome any trouble."

Yi Zanglan carefully put the mirror away, turned around, and strode out of the cell.

……

The group activity will still be held on the fourth floor, but tonight the room is much larger, appearing to be several hundred square meters, making it a large event space.

There are two such venues.

Twenty-seven prisoners were brought here one after another, which means that three people have died from last night to today.

This naturally includes the unfortunate little mustache who was killed by Yi Zanglan.

Everyone took their seats randomly. Just as Yan Zhao sat down next to Yi Zanglan, Tang Yunxi came over with small, quick steps.

"Judging from this, there's definitely going to be a team mission tonight, the kind that reduces your sentence." Tang Yunxi grabbed Yi Zanglan's hand and eagerly volunteered, "Team up with me, I rarely lose games, I can give you a head start."

Yan Zhao turned his head darkly: "You're treating me like I don't exist, trying to poach my partner right away, huh? Don't you know we were initial teammates?"

Tang Yunxi paused, then tentatively looked at Yi Zanglan: "Long-term teammates? Can't we select the best and change teams whenever we want?"

"...I'm really going to hit someone." Yan Zhao rolled up his sleeves, expressionless. "Although our attack power is both B, I'm confident that my rich experience will allow me to defeat you, you damn lucky guy."

"Alright, stop being rough." Yi Canglan held Yan Zhao's hand and gently soothed her. "If it's two people, we'll definitely team up. If it's three, we can consider adding her."

Tang Yunxi was a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up and put her hands together to make a wish.

"That absolutely must be a three-person team!"

Before he could finish speaking, the leader of the row of prison guards standing in front spoke up in a booming voice.

"Now, form teams of three and quickly divide into nine groups to sit down!"