Chapter 245: Infinite Flow: Saving the Crazy Beautiful Person 04

Jin Chen took several deep breaths, regulated his breathing, his expression unchanged, even reaching out to cup Nanyu's face, his fingertips rubbing over the delicate skin.

"I didn't expect you to hold back; that's really unexpected."

"How could that be?" Nanyu rubbed his hand, smiling happily, "You smell so good, is it poison?"

He smelled the rich agarwood, his body twitching twice, he brought his nose to the neck and sniffed again, as if confirming.

Jin Chen let out a muffled grunt, slightly moved away, pushed the person off him, and lay beside him.

"There's no poison, rest quickly." His voice became much lower.

Nanyu's vision suddenly turned to the ceiling, he stared blankly for a moment, then as if remembering something, he ducked his head under the covers, his gaze flickering downward toward Jin Chen's lower body.

He quickly popped out, two flushes appearing on his cheeks, hearing Jin Chen's low laugh, feeling he'd lost a point, he angrily grabbed Jin Chen's face again.

"You're a pervert!"

"Heaven and earth as my witness, it was you rubbing all over me yourself."

Jin Chen looked innocent.

Nanyu: ……!

He snorted, turned over, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

This person is no fun at all! Might as well find a chance to get rid of him!

The girl's voice on the windowsill was almost hoarse from crying.

Seeing that no one paid attention to the window it had chosen tonight, its two eyeless eyes turned toward another room.

——

At dawn the next day, Jin Chen heard a piercing scream.

【Host, you're awake! The person named Liuli died, especially horribly!】

That scream probably came from Zhousan in the same room.

Jin Chen got up, then heard Zhaoling knocking on the door outside, calling them over; he responded and woke Nanyu.

"What time is it?"

Nanyu stretched lazily, leaning against the window and opening his eyes sleepily.

"Around seven, something happened." Jin Chen withdrew his spell, letting him hear the outside commotion.

"It's seven o'clock!"

Nanyu exclaimed, touching his chest.

Last night... he actually didn't have that nightmare.

"Feeling unwell?"

Seeing him clutch his chest, Jin Chen immediately sat down to ask carefully.

"No." Nanyu looked at Jin Chen, his phoenix eyes flickering slightly.

Could it be because of this person?

After a moment he suppressed his thoughts, restored a smile as if wearing a mask, got out of bed, and left with Jin Chen.

Liuli died a miserable death.

His whole body was twisted like a rope into three sections, blood covered the bed and floor, and his exposed skin bore various fingermarks.

Zhousan seemed terrified, curled up in the corner trembling, while Baiyi struggled to comfort him.

Hexian also offered words of comfort, but perhaps thinking there was too much blood, he didn't go to Zhousan's side, instead standing at the doorway and occasionally saying a few lines.

"You've come." Zhaoling nodded in greeting, "I did a preliminary check, but I can't confirm what killed him."

Jin Chen glanced at the wide-open window and asked, "Did you hear the girl's crying last night?"

"Crying?" Zhaoling wondered, "No, after the lights suddenly went out last night, it remained calm."

"There... there was crying!"

Zhousan suddenly responded, nervously clutching his head, "The crying was terrifying; we couldn't stand it, so we wanted to use tools to block the crying."

He trembled, pointing at the corpse on the bed, "Big Brother Liu… Big Brother Liu's tool! After just cracking the window open a little, that girl… no, that paper person slipped in!"

"Then… I fainted, got up, got up and saw the corpse…"

Their room was right next to Zhousan's; perhaps the paper person didn't wait for them to open the window, so it switched rooms.

Jin Chen glanced at the horrifying corpse on the bed, then looked meaningfully at Nanyu.

"Oh dear, I just didn't open it."

Nanyu smiled, but didn't take it seriously at all.

Hexian caught on, exclaimed while covering his mouth, "So last night you also heard the crying, didn't open the window, and that's why Liuli died!"

Jin Chen frowned, "What are you trying to say?"

"Nanyu is so strong, he could definitely kill ghosts; why make him kill someone else?"

Hexian bit his lip, tone somewhat accusatory, "So Liuli didn't have to die, right?"

Zhoucheng also sensed something fishy, pursing his lips displeased.

"Are you sick?"

Jin Chen cursed him sincerely.

"Can't you use your poor brain to think—why should Nanyu suffer this undeserved disaster just because he's strong?"

"But… but helping each other is supposed to be natural."

Hexian was intimidated by his aggressive demeanor and hid behind Zhoucheng.

"Enough, Hexian, stop with the hindsight; what can we do now that someone's dead?" Zhaoling, seeing the four about to argue again, hurried to stop them.

Although she also thought Hexian was being unreasonable, since they're still in the same instance, avoiding conflict is obviously best.

Nanyu leaned against the wall, smiling narrowly, watching Jin Chen speak up for him.

Come, Uncle Li… we're coming!

Baiyi looked out the window and shouted.

Everyone also stopped tending to the corpse and left the wooden hut.

Uncle Li didn't mind that they were short one person, smiling and saying good morning, then added: "First go to the old woman at the tavern in the stockade; breakfast has already been prepared for you."

By now it was broad daylight, yet few people were on the road; occasionally passing a household with its door open, upon seeing them they would immediately shut the door.

Zhaoling found it strange and couldn't help asking another question.

Are the people of this stockade very hostile to outsiders?

Uncle Li no longer had the eeriness from last night; he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, saying: "It's not that they reject outsiders, just that many things have happened recently, so every household is being cautious."

He didn't explain what had happened, but Zhaoling didn't ask further, fearing to cause trouble.

Arriving at the tavern, the old woman in indigo-dyed cloth stood there waiting; her face was full of wrinkles, silver hair wrapped in a headscarf, she was petite, holding a jug of wine in her arms.

Old woman, these are the new visitors.

Uncle Li called out, gesturing for them to go in: "Today everyone will follow the old woman; she's old and will have some chores needing your help."

Come in, drink.

The old woman pursed her lips, drawing them inward, appearing toothless; her smile narrowed her eyes into a line.

Everyone followed her in and saw before the square table in the courtyard seven bowls, covered with empty bowls, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Open them, drink.

The old woman urged again.

Zhoucheng considered himself bold, so he went to open one, but his wrist still jerked in shock.

Seeing what was inside the opened bowl, Hexian sucked in a breath of cold air and stepped back several paces.

They today… actually have to drink this?!