Chapter 256: Infinite Flow: Saving the Crazy Beautiful 15

Here and the building scene appearing in Jin Chen's illusion are exactly the same, only dilapidated and damaged, no longer able to see the former elegance and splendor.

The gate was wide open; from their standing angle they could clearly see several tens of female corpses standing in the courtyard, their faces deathly pale and hair bluish, likely from long exposure, their bodies covered in a thick layer of corpse wax.

They wore strange attire, standing stiffly, their unblinking eyes fixed on the outside, deathly silent and terrifying.

Even the ruined gate was guarded by a row of paper figures, which appeared even more gorgeous and eerie in this dark forest.

"It's really scary."

Nanyu patted his chest, his expression showing no fear at all; instead, he tiptoed forward curiously to look inside.

"Let's go, be careful." Jin Chen tightly held the person's hand and stepped inside.

Just after walking past the Main Gate, a white silk floated out.

As if specially guiding them, the white silk danced in the wind, appearing especially conspicuous in the grayish forest.

The two exchanged a glance and headed toward the direction it pointed.

When passing those female corpses, Nanyu pinched his nose with one hand, frowned slightly, shook Jin Chen's hand, urging him to walk faster.

After all, the stench of corpse wax was truly unbearable.

After passing the inner door, Jin Chen indeed saw white silk flying all over the room; he deliberately looked at the spot where the tavern old woman had fallen.

Upon looking, he noticed something strange.

He took Nanyu's hand and approached, reaching out to touch that white silk and the depression in the beam.

"The tavern old woman's fall was man-made."

Nanyu let out a drawn-out, winding "oh", then slowly nodded, saying, "So there are actually no gods in the stronghold."

Continuing forward, they entered a long corridor, the light growing ever dimmer.

Nanyu sensed the direction and suddenly said, "It's not an illusion; we're going downward."

As soon as his words fell, danger erupted at the end of the corridor.

A white-clad ferocious ghost rushed out from the corridor's end; at the same time, the gate they had entered through closed.

"Huh..."

The ghost's hair was disheveled, its nostrils slightly flared, its deathly pale face covered in various black curses, its chest torn open with a large hole, and its jet-black, shiny claws slashed straight at the two.

Jin Chen's brows instantly turned fierce; he mobilized Spiritual Power to fight her. After several rounds, he also noticed that as they fought deeper with the ghost, the dark aura they sensed grew thicker.

Until it lured Jin Chen to another corner corridor, the ghost suddenly seemed to have completed its task, directly self-destructing before him.

"A Nan!"

Jin Chen suddenly turned back, discovering that the Nanyu he had been holding had at some point been swapped for a paper figure.

He drew his dagger without mercy, stabbing this "Nanyu" through the heart, and shouted anxiously.

But no one answered him.

The path ahead of the corridor was blocked; to find someone, he could only first open this stone door.

Jin Chen's gaze had already become dark and cold, his whole body now surrounded by killing intent.

Beyond the stone door was a thick black aura about to condense into substance; everywhere was a murky black mist. Jin Chen used Spiritual Power to protect his eyes to look, yet still could not find Nanyu's trace.

He slammed a heavy fist into the stone wall, then rushed into the stone door, extremely fast, his steps urgent.

Jin Chen had never felt a corridor to be unprecedentedly long, so long that his patience was about to run out.

"Deep-hearted man..."

Not far away, a plaintive female voice suddenly came.

Her figure slowly approached, wearing frail white clothes, smiling charmingly, holding a lantern, like a guide.

"Who are you looking for?"

Now Jin Chen could already determine that it was the Instance messing around.

"Where did Nanyu go?"

Jin Chen's tone was extremely icy, containing killing intent, his gaze sinister and terrifying.

"Deep-hearted man, don't rush; how about making a choice with me?"

The woman covered her face and laughed, her long sleeve lightly swaying; the black mist dispersed, and a wooden bridge appeared before Jin Chen's eyes, beneath it seeming an abyss.

"If you choose to leave now, I can send you away from here, letting you survive, and I can also give you a protective Gold Thread Clothing."

"If you choose to insist on crossing the bridge to look for someone, then you will have a way coming but no way back, and moreover..."

The woman Youyou sighed, "Your lover chose not to cross the bridge, already obtaining a Gold Thread Clothing and leaving."

She flicked her sleeve again, and a scene appeared before Jin Chen's eyes.

In the scene, Nanyu faced the same choice; a playful smile appeared on his face, he glanced at the opposite side of the bridge, and immediately chose not to cross it.

"Oh wow, of course my own life is still more important."

He took the Gold Thread Clothing, mercilessly turned and left.

The scene faded; the woman smiled faintly, awaiting Jin Chen's answer.

Who would have thought Jin Chen merely glanced at her coldly, then strode straight onto the bridge without any hesitation.

The woman's smile lingered on her face; she turned and shouted at his back, "Deep-hearted man, your lover has already left!"

In response, Jin Chen suddenly unleashed golden light Spiritual Power.

She was almost scattered, her gaze dim and complex.

【0731】.

【Host! This place is accessible from all directions, yet black aura runs rampant; I can only roughly locate the Little Pitiful One's position, ahead to the left, keep going into the stone cave!】

0731 was almost lying flat on the monitoring screen; the screen was mostly black mist, making it dizzy.

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen hurriedly increased his speed.

If he arrived a little later, Nanyu would be in greater danger.

Along the way, the road‑blocking ghosts grew more numerous; each tried to persuade him to leave, and some even conjured visions of Nanyu already dead.

Jin Chen's gaze grew darker and more sinister; he showed no mercy to his subordinates, and a suffocating aura spread.

Finally, he broke the seal of the stone cave; his clothes, torn from battling many fierce ghosts, became ragged, and his arms bore several bloody scratches.

Beyond the stone cave lay a stone chamber arranged in an eerie manner.

The double‑happiness symbol was posted, red candles dripped wax, white candles swayed, and the sacrificial characters glared starkly.

In the center of the stone chamber stood a black coffin, and beside it a red canopy over a warm bed.

Jin Chen's gaze swept the stone chamber and settled on the covered coffin.

His throat worked as he threw aside the dagger and pushed the coffin lid open.

Nanyu, clad in a red wedding dress, was trapped inside; near suffocation, his face turned slightly pale, yet his gaze toward Jin Chen was full of smiling affection, tender and clinging.

He sat up, and they clung tightly, wishing to fuse into each other's marrow.

Jin Chen, still frightened, closed his eyes briefly, his palm soothing as he stroked the back of the person's neck in his embrace, then tilted his head to kiss their cheek.

"It's fine."

"You're injured, aren't you?"

Nanyu smelled the blood, his heart aching as he rose, touching the arm that had been slit; the skin had darkened, clearly wounded by ghostly energy.

This person is so capable; against ordinary ghosts he would surely emerge unscathed—just now he must have been… flustered by worry.

Thinking of this possibility, Nanyu lightly pressed his red lips, tears glistening in his phoenix eyes, leaned in to kiss his lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt; I cleared the ghostly energy—it's just that the wound looks frightening."

Jin Chen shook his head, then pulled the person into his embrace again, saying, "As long as you're all right."