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

—It was Jingjing's child. We could all understand that Jingjing wanted to live at that time. Who knew that the beast was so heartless? He didn't even spare his own son, let alone Jingjing.

Through A Luo's brief introduction, everyone learned that the little boy ghost was actually the illegitimate son of the warden and the female prisoner Jingjing.

At that time, Jingjing wanted to gain freedom and escape the cruel punishment in prison. She offered herself to the warden with her beauty in order to save her life.

She did become pregnant later, and the child was secretly raised in Qingyang Prison.

When the truth came out, the warden, fearing it would jeopardize his career, killed both the mother and son.

But A Luo didn't say exactly where Jingjing was now, only telling Tang Yunxi to come with her.

It seems that the little boy ghost's identity is also quite special. Even if Tang Yunxi doesn't bring it up, she still has to go see the warden tonight in order to achieve the favorability task.

...The office door had somehow become just a narrow crack, as if controlled by some force, allowing only one person to pass through at a time.

Clearly, once you step through this door, the main storyline and side quests will lead to different paths.

Yan Zhao and No. 14 were naturally going to do the main quest. Before leaving, she glanced at Yi Zanglan with a complicated expression.

"The warden is the big boss, you have to be extremely careful."

Yi Zanglan smiled and said, "I'm always quite cautious, as you know. On the contrary, you're the one who should remember to run fast."

"...Hmph, then we'll see you later."

See you later.

Yan Zhao stepped aside through the door. In an instant, she felt a cold wind blow through her. In a daze, she felt that she was still in the corridor on the fourth floor, but the warden's office behind her was gone.

Before she knew it, player number 14 was already standing beside her.

"Sister, now it's just the two of us." Number 14 nervously rubbed her hands. "Although I'm not that great, I can run pretty fast. Don't worry, we'll run together later. If we really can't run anymore, I'll try to pull you along."

Yan Zhao was speechless: "...Thank you, but men and women are different, so let's not be sisters."

Before they could finish speaking, the two suddenly heard the sound of familiar leather shoes on the ground in the distance, and then a prison guard appeared in their line of sight.

Strangely, the other party is still in human form.

"Inmates No. 14 and No. 24 have completed their sentences. Please show your identification and come with me."

Number 14 instinctively reached for the stamped certificate and handed it over, but Yan Zhao forcefully stopped him halfway through.

Yan Zhao glared at him sternly and shook his head secretly.

The female ghost Aro once said to be careful of prison guards, because they were once released from prison, only to be caught again and die a terrible death.

It seems this is a rule reminder: if they hand the evidence to the prison guards, they may not get it back, and they will become prisoners again.

Number 14 also reacted instantly, breaking out in a cold sweat. He looked at Yan Zhao with his eyes asking: What do we do? What do we do now?

Yan Zhao raised an eyebrow forcefully: Run, run as fast as possible.

As long as you have the certificate of release from prison in your hand, successfully reach the first floor, find the prison gate, and you can escape.

In the blink of an eye, the two slapped away the prison guard's outstretched hand, turned around, and ran wildly towards the end of the corridor without looking back.

"Halt! Halt! You are prisoners of Qingyang Prison, and you will spend your entire lives here!!!"

The prison guards chased after it like madmen. As the pursuit accelerated, it transformed as it ran until its entire body rotted away, reverting to its undead form.

Footsteps gradually rose from all directions, the sound of leather shoes was dense, and countless iron chains were constantly scraping the ground.

It sounds like a lot of prison guards are heading this way; it seems like they're about to surround and kill them.

Number 14's voice trembled as he asked, "Is there any way we can escape?"

"They can't block all the roads; they have to leave us one," Yan Zhao said calmly. "I remember the layout of the entire building very well; just stay close to me."

"Okay! I believe you!"

* * * * * *

[Family members, let's get fired up!]

Side quests are so exciting! And the backstories are so twisted, they even have a prison birth scenario.

[I never expected Yi Zanglan to agree to help four female ghosts kill another big boss ghost. Is this a task a normal person would dare to accept? We're just one step away from clearing the game. What if he dies? Wouldn't that be a shame?]

[You forgot, she wasn't normal to begin with; she's a super-intelligent lunatic.]

Indeed, to be called "the most satisfactory person" by the female ghost—if it were me, I wouldn't even be able to unlock this hidden quest.

Stop talking nonsense and watch closely; this is going to be interesting.

……

When Yi Zanglan and his group passed through that door, they saw that the layout of the prison had completely changed. Everything in the corridor looked older, as if covered by a yellowish filter, giving it the feel of a horror documentary from the last century.

Then at the end of the corridor, they finally met the old beast who only existed in the female ghost's narration—no, the warden.

I had initially thought those undead prison guards were disgusting enough, but who would have thought that compared to the warden, they were nothing?

The warden had been completely corrupted by the yin energy, turning into a pitch-black skeleton, with black mist swirling around him, filled with endless resentment and venom.

Sticky, black asphalt-like blood seeped continuously from its bones. With each step it took, carbonized bone fragments fell from its body like the ashes of paper money during the Qingming Festival.

...However, what's even more terrifying is not these things.

Tang Yunxi sensed that the little boy ghost beside her had suddenly become extremely agitated. She followed his gaze and froze.

"Lanlan, I...I think I saw its mother..."

At that moment, everyone witnessed a scene beyond their comprehension.

A female ghost, dressed in tattered prison clothes and as soft as water, appeared behind the warden and slowly flowed down his shoulder.

Its neck had been sawed off, held together only by a thin layer of skin and tendons, and lay askew next to the warden's skull.

They merged, or rather, Jingjing was forced to be bound to the warden.

At this moment, its mournful cries echoed throughout the entire corridor, violently vibrating the players' eardrums.

It wanted to break free, but it couldn't, just as an uncontrollable fate in life still imprisoned it in death.

The inmates trapped in the mirror at least had a chance to obtain talismans.

But what about it? When will it be free?

"Yunxi," Yi Canglan said calmly, "let that child go."

Tang Yunxi understood her meaning. If anyone could save Jingjing and arouse her will to resist, it would only be her biological son.

"Sweetie, do you want to go find your mommy?"

The next second, the little boy was already wailing and rushed towards the female ghost behind the warden without hesitation.

At almost the same moment, Tang Yunxi's favorability rating on the mirror was also full.

"You two, get lost." A Luo glanced at Wu Ying and female player number 7 standing behind her. "No matter what you hear later, just bear with it. Don't turn around or stop."

Ah Xiang pointed towards the right-hand corridor and then impatiently added, "I'm so excited!"

"If we stop, we'll die, but it's no big deal if a piece of trash dies."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Wu Ying said this to Yi Zanglan, and then she decisively turned around and ran towards the end of the corridor.

Player 7's ghost cellmate rushed up to help buy time. Player 7 took a deep breath and quickly caught up with Wu Ying's steps.

For a moment, only Yi Zanglan and Tang Yunxi remained on the spot, together with the four female ghosts, confronting the warden from a distance.

Of course, there was also Player 7's cellmate, but he was clearly all loyalty and no real skill. He was no match for the warden and couldn't hold out for long.

Tang Yunxi saw that the female ghost Jingjing, who was originally like a lump of mud, seemed to have been injected with some vitality because of the arrival of the little boy, and began to struggle desperately.

"Can these two, mother and baby, help us?"

"Whatever, we can't rely on weaklings anyway," A'Luo ordered Yi Zanglan. "Where's your weapon? Take it out."

Yi Zanglan seemed to have anticipated what the other party was going to say, and in the blink of an eye, he summoned his scythe.

She smiled and asked in return, "You really like my weapon?"

The four female ghosts exchanged glances. A'Luo's scar wrinkled, and although it was hard to tell, one could roughly guess that it was smiling.

It was that kind of stubborn and arrogant smile that refused to yield until death.

"Very good, it suits our identity as prisoners."

Whether it's a cage of life or death, there should be a scythe to cleave open the cracks and let the light of freedom shine in.

"Yi Zanglan".

This is the first time the ghost in this game has officially addressed a player by name.

"Go ahead and chop, let us see what you're capable of."

A Luo, A Xiang, A Hua, A Yue.

The four vengeful spirits instantly transformed into crimson light and merged into the scythe in Yi Zanglan's hand.

Before long, dark red lines snaked upwards along the silver blade, making the entire scythe seem as if it had been splattered with blood, exuding a sharp and eerie beauty.

"Yunxi".

"Okay." Tang Yunxi nodded and answered softly, "I'm ready."

[System prompt: Enable [Lucky Wheelchair]'s defensive mode?]

【Yes. 】

"Lanlan, within thirty minutes, the wheelchair can protect us from one fatal injury."

"understood."

An invisible gale rushed towards him, and the warden roared forward, his bone whip, forged from the spines of countless prisoners and crisscrossed with hooks, already upon him in the blink of an eye.

The entire prison building began to tremble violently, bricks and stones fell down, and a desperate killing intent enveloped the entire space.

Yi Zanglan blocked the attack with his arm, managing to withstand the thunderous blow.

A cold glint shone in her gentle eyes. She spun around and unleashed her power, slashing down with her sword without hesitation.