Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 180 Yellow Azalea

Miss Rabbit has disappeared; the front desk is now empty.

There was only a yellowed booklet on the table, nothing else, not even a key.

No one bothered with this, and after it got completely dark, the players who were still lingering in the lobby all chose to return to their rooms.

The door was tightly closed, but someone was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Thinking about the unknown things they were about to face, fear gradually took over.

The mirror reflected an eerie light, as if trying to suck the person on the bed into it.

Jiang Qi grabbed a corner of the bath towel and lifted it slightly; the handprint in the mirror had not yet faded.

But the handprint stopped moving, as if it had completely given up the struggle.

Lu Xue didn't dare to look anymore. She was afraid that if she looked any longer, she would be pulled into the mirror and left with only the bloody handprints of her struggling.

Hey, could that vanished guild be...?

Lu Xue stiffly turned her head, instantly startled by the sudden thought that had crossed her mind.

Lu Xue's breathing quickened, and she immediately threw herself into Lin Wanchu's arms, holding her tightly.

Lin Wanchu thought Lu Xue was frightened by the bloody handprint, so she patted Lu Xue's back and whispered to comfort her.

Jiang Qi then covered the mirror completely again, preventing any light from getting in.

The clock hand is now pointing to 8 p.m.

The seven of them lay down on the bed, each holding a picture of themselves as a child.

Chi Miaomiao appeared to be staring blankly at the ceiling, but in reality, she was sorting through the clues she had obtained, and there were definitely some that could be connected.

However, her mind was a complete mess, and she didn't know where to begin sorting things out.

There were three unexpected events today:

First, why do handprints appear in the mirror?

Secondly, why did Miss Rabbit give them food?

Thirdly, where is that vanished guild now?

Is the bloody handprint merely a warning to the players? Is Miss Rabbit bringing them food simply because she's worried they'll be too hungry to enjoy the attractions?

The instance has never been so kind.

Disappearing in a dungeon means death, but even so, you still need to know the location where the entire guild died.

Not only today, but also yesterday, they completed the task of the "Picking Up Flowers at Dusk" photo studio, but forgot their childhood selves in the same place.

When they were young, they were equivalent to a player's entire life.

They are the kind of people who would never collectively forget something so important.

In a dungeon, it's absolutely unacceptable to disregard one's own life and safety.

Life is only once; once you're dead, you're dead.

If players are not careful, they will fall into an abyss.

The female ghost's words did give her a reminder.

Chi Miaomiao had never watched cartoons, and in that environment, she had very little access to anything.

But perhaps the "Tom and Jerry" story mentioned by the female ghost is an animated cartoon.

Since Jerry in the haunted house is derived from a mouse in a cartoon, are the staff of other attractions also the same?

There must be some clue to all of this.

Amusement parks are inextricably linked to childhood.

No, it should be said that childhood and amusement parks are closely related.

Who hasn't been taken to an amusement park by their parents during their childhood?

While Paradise Lost may appear to be filled with the dreamy and blissful atmosphere of an amusement park, its inhabitants must navigate its missions with trepidation, as a single misstep could cost them their lives.

What they need to do is to peel back the surface and explore deeper, reaching the core of the copy.

In the large room, Cheng Cuo couldn't help but sneeze. He rubbed his itchy nose and replaced the tissue stuffed in his nostrils with a new one.

The strange smell was getting stronger and stronger.

Moreover, Cheng Cuo felt an unbearable itch all over his body, but he still resisted the urge to scratch.

Little did he know, a dense rash had already begun to appear on his body.

Yu Hansheng noticed that something was wrong with him, so he stretched out his long arm and touched Cheng Cuo's forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Cheng Cuo gave a faint "hmm," but his voice was very nasal.

Yu Hansheng's movements were not small. He got out of bed, moved closer to Cheng Cuo, and, by the dim moonlight, saw the condition of his body.

Jiang Qi rolled over, his eyes full of confusion. What had happened between them?

"Xiao Cuo, you're having an allergic reaction."

Yu Hansheng whispered to him that Cheng Cuo didn't have time to correct Yu Hansheng's way of addressing him, and groaned uncomfortably.

Jiang Qi immediately sat up. "Do you know what he's allergic to?"

"Pollen, but he's a bit special."

Yu Hansheng answered quickly, without mentioning anything special about it.

Immediately, he took out a flashlight and began searching the room for the source of Cheng Cuo's allergy.

Lin Wanchu tucked the blanket around Lu Xue, "Xiao Xue, lie down on the bed obediently, I'll be there in a bit."

The blanket covered half of Lu Xue's face. She nodded obediently, her eyes following Lin Wanchu's movements.

Before returning to their room, they all plugged their noses after being reminded by Yu Hansheng and Cheng Cuo.

Therefore, they can no longer rely on their noses to smell.

I had to search every single corner.

Lin Wanchu helped find the bathroom and found a yellow petal in the cabinet under the sink.

Jiang Qi and Lu Zhi also found a few scattered yellow petals on the windowsill.

Finally, Yu Hansheng found a vase under the corner of the curtains, in which was a yellow azalea in full bloom.