Chapter 157 Extra: What if it were an infinite flow story: When a horror game meets a demolition office
[Ding!]
Welcome to the C-rank dungeon – "The Ghost Wedding Banquet".
[Mission: Survive until dawn and find the ghost bride's embroidered shoes.]
[Friendly reminder: Please do not offend the guests, and please do not refuse the newlyweds' toasts, otherwise... you will be responsible for the consequences. Hehehe...]
A sinister and piercing electronic sound exploded in my mind.
Jiang Mianmian suddenly opened her eyes.
What met the eye was a bleak crimson. Red lanterns, red double happiness characters, red curtains, but this red was not festive; instead, it reeked of an old, bloody stench.
She was sitting at an octagonal table, surrounded by several trembling strangers.
Beside her stood a man in a black trench coat, who, despite the eerie environment, maintained an upright posture and exuded an aura of immense power. This man was none other than her husband, Shen Jin.
Shen Jin turned his head, glanced at her, his gaze calm and serene.
"woke up?"
He reached out and grasped Jiang Mianmian's slightly cold hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Jiang Mianmian blinked, her brain instantly rebooting.
[Holy crap? Infinite flow?]
[I finally retired and was enjoying hot pot at home when suddenly I was transported into a horror game?]
[A ghost marriage? A ghost bride?]
[Tsk tsk tsk, this scene setup is terrible. Look at that red silk, it's faded; and those lanterns, are the candles inside LED lights? There's absolutely no atmosphere.]
Most importantly...
Jiang Mianmian rubbed her stomach. [I only ate half of my hotpot! My tripe! My duck intestines! System, you owe me!]
As Shen Jin listened to her completely off-topic complaints, his tense nerves instantly relaxed.
fine.
Whether it's ancient or modern times, whether it's a royal palace or a haunted house.
This woman's thought process is always so peculiar.
"Everyone!"
A chubby player with glasses at the same table spoke up tremulously, "I'm a veteran player, everyone listen to me! This dungeon is very dangerous! Especially when the ghost bride is toasting you, you absolutely mustn't drink! If you do, you'll turn into a ghost slave!"
"Then...what should we do?" a new female student asked, crying.
"Find the shoes! Find the shoes right now!" the fat man growled.
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew by.
"The auspicious time has arrived—the newlyweds enter—"
A shrill, eerie voice rang out.
From the depths of the hall, two paper effigies carried a tattered bridal sedan chair out. Behind the sedan chair followed a group of pale-faced "guests" whose feet barely touched the ground.
The terrifying background music instantly kicks in.
The players were so frightened that some crawled under the tables, while others screamed.
Only Shen Jin and Jiang Mianmian remained calmly seated there.
Shen Jin even picked up the teacup on the table and elegantly swirled it.
Jiang Mianmian rested her chin on her hand, looking at the bridal sedan chair with a critical expression.
This sedan chair... is very poorly made.
[It's fine if it's just made of paper, but at least make it look smooth! Look at that corner, it's all curled up.]
[And that ghost groom, his face was covered in makeup like a flour sack, was he trying to save on foundation? Terrible! Absolutely terrible!]
At this moment, the bridal sedan chair landed on the ground.
A pale, skeletal hand reached out and lifted the sedan curtain.
A female ghost, dressed in a blood-red wedding gown, with disheveled hair and no eyeballs, floated out. She grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and let out a chilling laugh at the players present.
"Hehehe... Husband... I want my husband..."
Her empty eyes scanned the crowd, and finally... settled on Shen Jin, who had the highest looks.
"What a handsome young man..."
The female ghost floated over, reaching out her ghostly claw to touch Chen Jin's face. "Stay...with me..."
The chubby player exclaimed in horror, "It's over! This guy's been targeted by the BOSS! He's doomed!"
Shen Jin frowned as he watched the approaching ghost face.
It's so ugly.
It stinks.
The stench of rotting corpses was even stronger than the plague that struck the south of the city years ago.
He was about to draw what he carried with him... well, although he didn't have a sword, he grabbed a chopstick, infused it with his inner strength, and prepared to perform a physical exorcism.
However, Jiang Mianmian, who was beside her, made the first move.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound.
Jiang Mianmian slapped the ghostly claw away.
"What are you touching me for? Did you ask for my permission?"
Jiang Mianmian stood up, blocking Shen Jin's way, and looked at the female ghost with disgust. "Do you know this is a married man? Do you know that breaking up a military marriage... oh no, breaking up someone else's family is immoral?"
The female ghost was stunned.
After all these years of being a ghost, this was the first time she had ever seen anyone dare to hit her hand.
"You...you're not afraid of me?" The female ghost bared her fangs, trying to intimidate her.
"Afraid?"
Jiang Mianmian sneered and pulled a bottle of... makeup remover from her sleeve.
"Girl, your makeup is ruined."
She grabbed a makeup remover pad and shoved it directly at the ghost's face. "Here, let me wipe it off for you! Aren't you afraid of getting pimples from wearing such heavy makeup!"
"Sizzle—"
When makeup remover is splashed on a female ghost's face, it's like splashing sulfuric acid.
"ah--!!!"
The female ghost let out a shrill scream, and the "makeup" on her face began to melt away rapidly, revealing her original... even more withered and terrifying true appearance.
"Tsk, she looks even uglier without makeup."
Jiang Mianmian shook her head. "With looks like that, you think you can steal my husband? Who gave you that confidence? A beauty filter?"
All players: !!!
What the hell is this?
Removing makeup from a female ghost?
Kill her! Kill her right now!
Enraged, the female ghost gave a command, and all the paper effigies and ghost guests around her sprang up, baring their teeth and claws as they charged forward.
"It's over! We're all wiped out!" The fat man closed his eyes in despair.
"Be cautious and prudent!"
Jiang Mianmian shouted, "Get to work!"
"Let's do it." Chen Jin said succinctly.
The chopsticks in his hand flew out with a "whoosh," piercing directly through the forehead of the paper effigy charging at the front. The paper effigy instantly burst into flames and turned to ashes.
Jiang Mianmian is even more ruthless.
She pulled out that familiar... frying pan from her storage space.
"Since it's a celebratory banquet, let's add an extra dish for everyone!"
"Watch this—Red Wolf Spinning Strike!"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Jiang Mianmian brandished a frying pan and charged into the group of ghosts, snapping photos wildly.
With each pot of boiling water, a ghost is inevitably swatted away, its spirit dimmed, screaming in agony.
This paper figure is well-made; I'll take it home and use it for firewood!
[Is that a gold ingot in that ghost's hand? Give it to me!]
[Oh dear, the phoenix crown on this ghost bride's head looks like an antique? I'll take it!]
While Jiang Mianmian was playing, she also started "stocking up".
Wherever they passed, it was like a locust plague, leaving nothing but barren land.
The phoenix crown on the female ghost's head was ripped off, the jade bracelet on her wrist was taken off, and even the pair of "embroidered shoes" that she wore as a quest item were torn off by Jiang Mianmian.
"The shoes have been found!"
Jiang Mianmian held up the embroidered shoes, her face beaming with excitement, "Chen Jin! Mission accomplished!"
Shen Jin kicked away a hanged ghost who was trying to sneak up on her, walked to her side, and looked at the tattered shoes in her hand and the pile of stolen funerary objects.
“It’s bad luck to bring these things back,” Shen Jin warned.
"What are you afraid of? Go back and sell it to an antique dealer! Or hand it over to the state!"
Jiang Mianmian declared confidently, "This is called making rational use of resources!"
At this moment, the female BOSS ghost had been beaten into hiding in the corner, trembling, and half of her wedding dress had been torn off.
"Waaaaah...Are you devils?"
The female ghost cried, tears streaming down her face, "I just wanted to get married... Do you know how hard it was for me...?"
"Marriage is possible."
Shen Jin looked down at her, his voice cold, "But you can't steal my people."
"besides……"
He pointed to the pile of spoils in Jiang Mianmian's hand, "Since you've lost, you should be prepared to accept it. Hand over all the valuables in this house, and I might consider... performing a ritual to help you pass on."
Female ghost: ...
This isn't just robbery, it's extortion!
"Give it to me! I'll give it all to you!"
The female ghost broke down, trembling as she pointed to the backyard, "They're all in the well... Please, please leave! I don't want to continue this dungeon anymore! I'm calling the police!"
...
Ten minutes later.
A system notification sounded:
[Ding! Congratulations to players Shen Jin and Jiang Mianmian for exceeding the mission requirements!]
[Rating: SSS!]
[Achievements Completed: Ghostly Sorrow, Demolition Office Director, Tomb Raider.]
[Shortly transported back to the real world...]
A flash of white light.
Jiang Mianmian, clutching a large pile of spoils, waved to the stunned players before disappearing:
"Brothers! Keep it up! This game is actually pretty simple! You just need to be fiercer than the ghost!"
Players: ...
Simple?
You call chasing ghosts with a frying pan simple?
Back to the real world.
Inside a private room at a hot pot restaurant.
Jiang Mianmian suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the still boiling red oil pot in front of her, and the chopsticks in her hand that she hadn't put down yet.
"Phew... You're back?"
She seemed a little unsatisfied, "That phoenix crown was really valuable... It's a pity I can't bring it back."
Shen Jin sat opposite him, rinsing a piece of tripe in his hand.
He placed the blanched tripe into her bowl, his expression indifferent.
"If you like the phoenix crown, you can buy one at the auction house tomorrow."
"real?"
"Really." Shen Jin nodded. "But... watch less horror movies in the future. You dream about fighting ghosts all the time, don't you get tired?"
Jiang Mianmian chuckled, picked up a piece of tripe, and stuffed it into her mouth.
It was tiring, but it felt great!
【and……】
She looked at Shen Jin, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.
No matter where you are, whether you're fighting zombies or female ghosts.
As long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything.
Shen Jin looked at her, his eyes full of doting affection.
yes.
With her around, even hell can be turned into a playground.
"Eat."
"We're full...we still have to go to Tuantuan's parent-teacher conference."
Jiang Mianmian's chopsticks froze in her hand.
Parent-teacher meeting?
That brat has gotten into trouble again?
【Ugh! I'm more afraid of my teacher than fighting ghosts!】
Seeing the princess instantly transform from a "warrior" into a "cowardly parent," Shen Jin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This is probably the most authentic version of life.
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