[Welcome player Lu Zhi to the Infinite Flow game. We are the qualification examiners 996 and 711 for this special dungeon]

[In the special copy, the player loses all memory and becomes a complete member of the game. Please note that the game mission remains unchanged! ]

[Matching teammates for player Lu Zhi——Scanning successful! 】

When Lu Zhi saw Yuan Shuo's portrait and name appearing on the dimly visible electronic blue screen, his heart skipped a beat.

[Please ask players Lu Zhi and Yuan Shuo to complete the ending of escaping from the twin poison! ]

【Attention! Death in the game means death in real life! 】

Before Lu Zhi could say anything, her wrists, which were waving randomly, were restrained by the man's warm big hands before she fell into coma.

Yuan Shuo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, gently calmed her anxiety and parked the car in a parking space beside the road before he fell into coma.

As for whether you will be fined by the traffic police, we will see after the game is over.

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In the exquisitely decorated boudoir, fragmented moonlight slipped in, the candlestick burned to the end, the faint candlelight swayed and blurred the half-lifted bed curtain, illuminating the girl's tightly furrowed brows.

A white mist appeared in front of her eyes, making it difficult for her to see anything within three feet of her surroundings. Lu Zhi stood there, pondering for a few seconds, then walked tentatively in a direction.

"jingle!"

The strange, crisp sound was someone ringing a bell, coming from behind her.

Finally seeing a living person, Lu Zhi turned her head hurriedly, but the inexplicable vigilance in her heart made her stand still.

A huge team gradually emerged from the white mist behind them. The man in the lead was wearing a white linen robe and a white linen cloth on his head. He held the scroll with one elbow and raised the other hand above his head.

The clear bell sound came from the copper bell in his hand.

The thick fog covering his pupils seemed to have dissipated for the most part. Lu Zhi squinted his eyes and saw clearly the oncoming team - a funeral procession.

The lifeless people were dressed in white linen, and there was no trace of sorrow on their numb faces.

The beating of gongs and drums and the shouting of suona suddenly sounded ten meters away from her. She was like a switch, piercing the transparent membrane, and the divided world was woven together again.

No one could see her until the leading man passed through her body, and then Lu Zhi noticed something strange.

Not only could they not see her, she couldn't see anyone's face either.

The faces of the funeral procession were covered with a sticky, creeping black gas. No matter how close Lu Zhi got, he couldn't see a gap to penetrate.

She followed the funeral procession silently. Her mind told her that it might be safer to stay where she was, but the vague words in her heart kept urging her to follow.

After some consideration, Lu Zhi decided to follow his sixth sense.

The funeral procession in front suddenly disappeared from sight, and was replaced by a tall and spacious mansion.

Familiar with the threshold and gate, Lu Zhi looked stiffly at the stone lion sitting and roaring in front of the gate, the answer was obvious.

"It's so pitiful for Miss Lu. She passed away at such a young age. It's such a sin!"

"Hush! I heard it was a curse!"

"You can't just say that!"

After crossing the high threshold, Lu Zhi saw the mourning hall opposite the gate early in the morning.

The windless white silk fluttered and undulated on the beams, and fell to the ground. White lanterns and white silk flowers were hung everywhere, and the sobbing was as soft as a mosquito's. I'm afraid there were not many people who were truly sad for that person.

Lu Zhi now wants to know who the young lady from the Lu family lying in the coffin is!

The familiar layout, crossing the man-made bridge and flowing water, Lu Zhi took quick steps forward, not caring whether it would damage the reserved and elegant image of a lady.

The hair hanging by the ears sticks to the slender white neck, and the hem of the gauze skirt hanging by the feet is spread out like petals, revealing the white socks that appear and disappear from time to time.

On the table in the mourning hall, the slowly burning incense sticks were flashing sparks, and the broken incense ashes could not withstand the downward pressure of the joystick and fell heavily into the jar.

The flickering candle illuminated a corner of the coffin. Lu Zhi's fingers hanging by her side suddenly tightened. She widened her eyes and stared at the female corpse in the coffin in disbelief.

The bloodless little face was covered with white powder, the lip line and the corners of the eyes were carefully traced and sprinkled with rouge. The long hair was tied on the top of the head and adorned with exquisite and gorgeous gold and jade jewelry.

It was her, Lu Zhi!

How could it be her?!

Lu Zhi took a few steps back in astonishment, staring at the female corpse's face. The thunderous heartbeat scratched his fragile eardrums.

A lot of paper was burned in the brazier, and the mourners gathered in the mourning hall heard the noise and took the initiative to make way for it.

She still couldn't see the face of the man who came forward. He was wearing a linen shirt and said a few words, probably expressing his sadness for Miss Lu's passing.

But Lu Zhi could feel that he was not sad but very excited.

"Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu are in great pain and have been bedridden for many days. I am now acting as the host."

The man waved his hand and politely asked the people who came to pay their respects to leave according to the family rules and ancestral teachings, leaving only the Lu family members.

Having lived for sixteen years, Lu Zhi had no idea what the Lu family's ancestral teachings were regarding funerals. He looked at the men's actions with a strange and wary expression.

The leading man took the wooden tray held by the servant beside him, carefully selected something from the red silk for a few breaths, and then picked up the sharp dagger lying quietly on the red silk.

The sharp dagger with a triangular head glowed coldly under the candlelight, which made people's scalps tingle.

He waved his hand and stood next to the coffin first.

Knowing that others couldn't see him, Lu Zhi walked up to him openly and observed his movements closely.

The attendant held a small white porcelain bowl filled with bubbling black dog blood.

He raised his hand and stabbed the dagger deep into the chest of the female corpse, stirring it repeatedly inside.

Even though he knew he was not dead, Lu Zhi couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his chest, feeling a dull pain under his chest.

The sharp white blade carefully cut through the chest of the female corpse, making a big hole. The black blood slowly flowed and soon covered the entire bottom of the coffin.

The man pulled out the bloody dagger, wiped it a few times and threw it aside. He lifted his sleeves, inserted his big hand directly into the blood hole, stirred it around, and then applied force with his fingertips.

Black blood splattered, staining the man's clean wrist bones and wide-sleeved shirt, but he didn't care much.

The heart that was tightly shackled in the palm was so close that Lu Zhi's accelerated heartbeat slowly calmed down. She frowned and wondered why she saw these.

“Snap!”

The heart that had been forcibly taken out was carefully placed in a porcelain bowl filled with black dog blood. The man waved his hand and ordered someone to take it away. He then went to the side to wash his hands.

The clean and pure cold water diluted the black blood, but the man turned his head away as if he had realized something.

Although he had no facial features, Lu Zhi felt that he was looking at her.

"Twins, twins. The whole thing is nothing but death."

As soon as the words fell, everything around him shattered into pieces.

Lu Zhi woke up.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and fine beads of cold sweat overflowed from her forehead, wetting her hair. She sat up, her whole body covered in sweat.

The violent breathing was heavy in the silent night. Lu Zhi raised his hand to cover his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat and the ups and downs of his chest, and he breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

Even if I woke up, the uncomfortable feeling of being spied on and suffocated would always linger in my heart, breathing in and out with every heartbeat.

She couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried, so she put on a coat and sat on the couch in the outer room.

No hot tea was ordered at night, so the cold tea was poured into the cup. She picked up the cup with her slender porcelain-white fingers and placed it to her lips, then took a sip.

After drinking the cold water, the fear lingering in his heart was driven away. Lu Zhi squinted his eyes and looked at the bright moonlight, then sighed for a long while.