Infinite Flow: An Invitation from World B

Chapter 95 Despair

This trick worked; the thumping behind them stopped instantly, but they didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

Su Zixu clutched the incense stick tightly to his chest and continued running forward.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint call drifted over. Su Zixu thought he was hallucinating and ignored it.

"Young friend Su...Young brother Su..."

The owner of the voice did not give up, but after calling three or four times without receiving a response from Su Zixu, he grabbed his arm.

Su Zixu suddenly woke up.

"It's me. What are you doing here?"

Su Zixu turned around upon hearing the sound and saw Zhao Hu standing behind him looking disheveled.

At this moment, half of Zhao Hu's face was covered in blood, one eye was closed, and he was limping.

Su Zixu wasn't sure if the Zhao Hu in front of him was real, so he reached out and touched Zhao Hu's face.

But Zhao Hu slapped him away, saying, "Don't touch me like that. I've finished my mission. I saw a figure ahead when I passed by, and I thought it was something dirty. I didn't expect it to be you."

Su Zixu glanced at Zhao Hu, then turned to look behind him.

The upside-down ghosts that had been following him had all disappeared.

Su Zixu: "The task of digging up the bones is finished so quickly?"

Zhao Hu chuckled twice. "I think you're confused. Weren't you going to get the coffin nails?"

As Zhao Hu spoke, fearing that Su Zixu might still have doubts, he took out the coffin nails and showed them to him.

Now Su Zixu believed it to be 90%, and his complexion improved slightly.

Zhao Hu said somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother Su, could you please carry me for a while? My calf is broken."

Su Zixu glanced at Zhao Hu's legs; his calves were bruised and swollen, making it seem like he would have difficulty walking.

However, he had been running all night and was almost completely exhausted.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Zixu said, "Okay, but I can only carry you to the village entrance. I'm very tired now and can't carry you for too long."

Upon hearing that Su Zixu had agreed to his request, Zhao Hu immediately promised, "Thank you very much, Brother Su. I will try my best to walk back by myself later. If it's really impossible, I will ask someone else for help."

To Su Zixu's surprise, Zhao Hu was not as heavy as he looked, which relieved him of a lot of burden.

After walking for quite some time, Su Zixu realized that the road ahead seemed to have no end.

"Are you sure which way to go?" Su Zixu asked in a low voice.

"That's right, this is the road I came on. Just follow this slope downhill, and you'll be out soon," Zhao Hu said confidently.

After walking a short distance, Su Zixu stopped because he was too tired to walk any further.

The road ahead seemed to stretch on and on, and Su Zixu suddenly felt as if he had been standing still from the very beginning.

Something is very, very wrong.

Perhaps sensing that Su Zixu had discovered the abnormality, Zhao Hu's body was gradually becoming cold.

"Cough—cluck cluck..."

An eerie laugh came from behind.

Su Zixu felt a chill run down his spine and trembled as he reached for the incense stick hidden in his bosom.

When Su Zixu discovered that the incense stick had broken into two pieces, the tension in his heart, which had been taut all along, also snapped.

"Oh no..."

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At this moment, Zhao Hu was coming down from the mass grave.

He had initially thought the mission would be the most difficult one based on the name.

Who would have thought that removing the coffin nails would be the easiest task along the way?

Perhaps because all the wandering ghosts had been drawn away by Su Zixu, the mass grave was eerily quiet.

Apart from encountering one or two ghosts who couldn't leave the graveyard on the way there, I didn't encounter anything dirty.

Perhaps because he had experienced so much along the way, Li Zheng didn't try to trip himself up.

The two men, far apart and within each other's sight, each took their own nails.

After removing the nails, Li Zheng, relying on the chicken blood on his body, waved to Zhao Hu and left alone, heading to the village entrance.

As Zhao Hu walked down, he saw a dark figure near a grave mound in the distance. The figure looked like a monster with two heads.

At this moment, the monster was circling the grave mound incessantly, and Zhao Hu was startled by this sight.

He wanted to take a detour, but after looking around, he realized that if he wanted to take a detour, he would have to cross the mass grave.

He would never have taken that risk.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Hu felt that if the ghost didn't discover him, there shouldn't be a big problem.

So Zhao Hu crouched down, lowered his body, and slowed his steps considerably.

But just as he got to within half a meter of the burial mound, he heard the monster seem to be talking.

"Soon... I'm going... soon..."

Zhao Hu couldn't hear it very clearly, so he moved a little closer.

"We'll be out soon...we'll be out soon..."

Zhao Hu's pupils constricted sharply. "This...this isn't Su Zixu's voice!"

He suddenly stood up and strode forward.

In the dim moonlight, Su Zixu's eyes were vacant, his back was hunched over, and on his back was a rotting, bloated corpse.

Su Zixu clutched a nearly burnt-out incense stick tightly in his hand. The red paper wrapped around the incense stick had turned charred black and lay hastily on the back of his hand.

Zhao Hu was horrified, but then he became anxious, as he had nothing but a coffin nail in his hand.

The nail was definitely useless, and he knew he couldn't call Su Zixu's name directly, much less wake him up by slapping him.

Otherwise, even if someone is woken up, they will only end up insane and mentally unstable.

Suddenly, Zhao Hu remembered the eye-brightening bottle.

Because Su Zixu left in a hurry, he did not put the eye-brightening bottle into the grave.

He quickly followed Su Zixu's steps, then carefully searched for the small celadon bottle.

Fortunately, the eye-brightening bottle was not lost. In no time, Zhao Hu took the bottle out of Su Zixu's pocket.

Zhao Hu carefully pulled out the stopper, then ran in front of Su Zixu and splashed all the water in the bottle onto Su Zixu's face.

Su Zixu stopped the moment he was splashed with water.

Then his pupils gradually focused, and a few seconds later, a look of pain appeared on his face.

After regaining consciousness, Su Zixu suddenly felt abnormal pain all over his body, and his legs were trembling violently.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the grave mound, his body sliding to the side.

"Have we arrived?" Su Zixu stared blankly at Zhao Hu, then subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

Upon seeing the corpse behind him, Su Zixu felt a churning in his stomach. He forced himself to stand up and gagged twice.

But then, as if realizing something belatedly, he looked at Zhao Hu in front of him with a desperate gaze.

Before Zhao Hu could explain, Su Zixu knelt down in front of him with a thud: "Brother Gui, I'm begging you, please have mercy on me and give me a quick death."