Chapter 85: The Empress Card

With a crisp sound, the entire room plunged into darkness.

The golden bowl collided with the wall with a few clangs, the sound swallowed by the tearing wind.

Chang Anning's face twisted.

Although she didn't play with Pen Spirits, as a Tarot enthusiast, she still had contact with the supernatural. Destroying the ritual before sending the god away was a great act of disrespect.

"Are you sick or something!"

Chang Anning's face turned several shades paler. She hurriedly groped for the kicked-over candle, trying to appease the Pen Spirit's anger, clearly not knowing this was part of the plot.

Su Mian watched this scene quietly and suddenly realized a problem.

She might have been "drafted" by the instance to act as a murderer for these newcomers' practice instance. Therefore, the murder motive and modus operandi were relatively simple, just like Wen Zirui's back then.

Amidst her thoughts, the ballpoint pen fell from Liang Chuchu's fingers with a "pop."

She finally came to her senses, realized what she had done, shivered as she squatted down, and knelt stiffly on the ground.

In her gradually blurring vision, on the empty chair opposite, an extremely dim silhouette composed of shadows loomed.

Others must have seen it too, but no one dared to look up.

"I... I didn't mean to offend you. I will relight the candle and send you away."

Su Mian frowned slightly. Borrowing the faint light from the balcony, she saw all the words on the paper gradually become blurred and distorted, finally turning into a lump of black, unidentified matter, smearing into an ugly stain.

"The request has been rejected."

Su Mian said faintly, "He won't leave anymore."

Her words passed through everyone's ears, making everyone present feel cold, especially Liang Chuchu.

That "youwilldie" was like a heavy boulder, pressing her until she suffocated. Panic occupied her entire brain.

She screamed and rushed out of the dorm, the ear-piercing sound echoing in the pitch-black corridor.

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The remaining four looked at each other. A flash of realization crossed Jingzhe's eyes.

"Let's introduce ourselves."

"Introduce ourselves? What introduction? Oh! Did I transmigrate into an Infinite Flow world?"

Chang Anning leaned forward, her eyes full of confusion. Su Mian got up and turned on the light. Hearing this, Jingzhe didn't show too much emotion, just introduced herself to the two newcomers.

In the past, she definitely would have shown a look of disdain and impatience.

But after meeting Ragdoll Cat, she decided to reluctantly be nicer to these newcomers.

Su Mian had no idea of her own contribution, silently sitting to the side listening to Jingzhe explain the game rules.

"The world we are in is an Infinite Flow Script Murder world."

"Here, we are detective players who need to find the murderer to win the game, while the murderer must hide their true identity to win."

"There will be a script in your bags. Try your best to play your role well; violating the character setting will result in punishment."

She crossed her arms, her aura of unprovoked authority making Shen Jiarui shrink back.

"I don't like people holding us back. If you want to survive, you have to rely on your own efforts."

Chang Anning nodded excitedly, and the last bit of fear in her heart vanished without a trace.

"My Tarot cards calculated it! They told me I would go to a new place this week and experience some things that defy common sense."

"So... it was all true!"

She hurriedly rummaged through her schoolbag and indeed found the script. She suppressed the excitement almost overflowing from her mouth, a light of insight swirling in her eyes.

So that was it. She should have thought of it earlier.

The hints from the Tarot cards gave her a good explanation at this moment. No wonder she had prophetic dreams when she slept a few days ago.

It turned out she was the chosen one. Just like in the novels, everyone else was dragged in, but only she was arranged by fate!

She was indeed no ordinary person, but the heroine designated by this Infinite Flow world!

Chang Anning wasn't blindly confident. When she once calculated her own fate, she had drawn the Empress card. She lowered her eyelids slightly, masking the realization and ecstasy surging in her eyes.

Her Tarot cards—where was that her own ability? That was clearly this world, no, the "Lord God" or "Rules" borrowing her hand to bestow her a "Golden Finger."

Yes, didn't the novels all write it like this?

The protagonist always has a seemingly ordinary but crucial opportunity, or an item that seems ordinary but contains infinite possibilities.

Tarot cards were her system, her Golden Finger, her exclusive cheat!

It would guide the direction in the mist and predict survival in times of danger.

She glanced at Shen Jiarui, who was also a newcomer and was focusing on reading the script, and a sense of superiority gradually rose in her heart.

This was probably just a newcomer cannon fodder. How pitiful. Not only was she timid, but she also had no Golden Finger.

Su Mian observed the reactions of the two with boredom. She could easily perceive people's emotions through micro-expressions and eyes.

But she really couldn't understand Chang Anning's expression now. To be honest, it looked a bit like she was having a seizure...

She withdrew her gaze. The Pen Spirit disappeared again the moment the light was turned on, but there was still a cold, hellish wind in the dorm.

Su Mian had long since understood the character settings and information of these few players, so she didn't deliberately listen during the introductions.

The introductions of the four were relatively concise, ending within five minutes, and they all got up to wash up one after another.

"Your name is Chi Luoyi?"

Su Mian was brushing her teeth when Chang Anning popped out from behind her mysteriously, taking her cards out of her bag.

"Do you want me to calculate it for you? It's very accurate!"

Su Mian stared at the face of her Tarot cards. She finally remembered something about this color and texture.

She had seen her in the real world.

"No, I don't believe in these."

Chang Anning was somewhat disappointed, muttered a few words in a low voice, and turned to harass Shen Jiarui. Seeing someone talking to her, Shen Jiarui was naturally very happy.

Seeing Shen Jiarui's "worthless" expression, she became even more certain of her thoughts, skillfully shuffling the cards and starting to calculate Shen Jiarui's fate.

"This newcomer is a bit too excited."

Jingzhe had just finished showering, muttered a complaint, and walked to Su Mian's side.

"She'll be fine in a few days."

Su Mian chuckled lightly, her thoughts pulled back.

It was an ordinary weekend. Su Mian was making a PPT in a coffee shop in the city center. When she was leaving, a girl with a serious expression was sitting at the entrance.

She had no impression of that girl, but the card she drew happened to fall to the ground as she passed by.

Su Mian picked it up for her. The pattern on the back was the same as the one in Chang Anning's hand.

The girl thanked her, turned to flip the card face, and revealed an expression of ecstasy.

THE EMPRESS.

The Empress.

She gives life and also specifies rules, pouring in infinite creativity and passion. The scepter in her hand represents that she is not only a nurturer but also a creator.

God allows all things to bloom and also allows them to wither. Although trapped in a rich, flourishing, and freely growing closed garden, she is still the monarch who governs the rise and fall of all things. ===== CHAPTER 86 =====