Infinity Flow: The Man Assigned by the Game Cannot Be Wanted! - Chapter 3

Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, the burly man hummed a little tune as he carried Lin Chubai up to a guest room on the second floor, threw him roughly onto the bed, and picked up a bowl of some unknown, pitch-black liquid from the table behind him, preparing to pour it straight into his mouth.

Lin Chubai struggled wildly, raising his foot to kick straight at the burly man, but restrained by the ropes, his foot failed to touch the man at all.

So he turned his head to the side, striking a pose of death-defying defiance, shot out vines from his palms, and knocked the bowl right out of the burly man’s hand, splashing the black liquid all over the man.

The burly man seemed to be provoked by him once again and raised his hand to slap him across the face. Unfortunately, Lin Chubai’s movements were faster. Concentrating his focus, he tightly bound the burly man’s wrists.

Sensing that something was terribly wrong, the burly man instinctively tried to kick the bed with one leg.

Suddenly, Lin Chubai snapped the vines bound around his wrists, and a newly sprouted vine shot straight out, looping around the burly man’s thick ankle and yanking backward fiercely.

The man, with his leg snared, instantly lost his balance and plunged toward the floor like a puppet with cut strings. With a loud boom, he had an intimate encounter with Mother Earth and passed out cold.

The vibration and noise generated by the fall aroused the suspicions of the people downstairs, and hurried footsteps grew closer and closer.

In less than thirty seconds, the room door was pushed open slowly. Lin Chubai remained on high alert against whoever was coming up, his vines poised and ready, only to find that the newcomer was an old acquaintance, Song Siyun.

The shock in Song Siyun’s eyes was about to pop out the moment he saw him, while Lin Chubai’s reaction was much more muted, simply panting heavily to regulate his breathing.

Before Song Siyun even had time to hug him and complain, a female voice drifted up from downstairs: “Xiao Si, how is it upstairs?”

“Nothing much. Big Brother Da Zhuang just stepped in some water and slipped,” Song Siyun improvised smoothly, his eyes darting around.

With that, he hurriedly shut the door behind him and fumbled in a panic to untie the big hairy crab.

“Where is this?” Lin Chubai asked, having not spoken for a long time. His voice carried a trace of hoarseness and weakness, yet it remained flat and monotone just like usual.

“Hibiscus Inn.” Perhaps out of the joy of seeing an acquaintance, Song Siyun’s tone recovered its usual carefree manner, and his speech started becoming erratic again.

“Why are you dressed like this?” Lin Chubai asked.

“I do not know. It has been like this ever since I came in. Speaking of which, why do you start fighting the moment you step in?”

Lin Chubai: Do you think I wanted to fight?

“I have been locked in a dark room and tied up ever since I arrived, and he even wanted to make me drink that concoction. If I do not hit him, who am I supposed to hit?” Just as Lin Chubai finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs outside the door.

Song Siyun quickly glanced back and anxiously pressed him back onto the bed.

“You pretend to sleep first. They probably gave you sleeping pills or something. At ten o’clock tonight, jump down from here toward the woods at the nine-o’clock position.”

Right after he said that, the footsteps stopped right outside the door, and indistinct mutterings could be heard: “Why is the door closed.”

As soon as the innkeeper opened the door, he saw the burly man lying on the ground unconscious. Meanwhile, Song Siyun was patting him next to him, seeming to want to wake him up: “Big Brother Da Zhuang, Big Brother Da Zhuang.”

“What is going on?” The innkeeper cast a disdainful glance at the burly man lying peacefully on the floor.

“He seemed to have slipped and knocked himself out.”

“More trouble than he is worth, failing at everything and succeeding at nothing.” Hearing the innkeeper snort through his nose without even sparing a single look, he waved his hand to let the people outside enter: “Carry your Big Brother Da Zhuang out.”

While helping to lift the burly man, Song Siyun glanced sidelong at the group’s actions. Seeing that they seemed to be just applying makeup to Lin Chubai, he backed out of the room.

Moonlight spilled down along with specks of starlight, cicadas chirping at intervals before the night returned to silence.

Rustle. The sound of clothing rubbing against bushes broke the silence of the night, and the creator of the noise was none other than Lin Chubai, who was escaping in the middle of the night.

He had somehow changed into a bright red wedding gown that only women would wear when getting married. His hair was adorned all over with gold and silver ornaments, even including a phoenix coronet. His face was decorated with light makeup, a floral forehead decal, and especially the eyeliner at the corners of his eyes, which made his already peerlessly beautiful features look even more like a seductive vixen.

Thud. A stone rolled out from the bushes, catching his attention. He looked toward the direction the stone came from and saw Song Siyun poking his head out.

“How is it?” Lin Chubai spoke first this time.

Song Siyun was instantly captivated, his eyes transfixed upon seeing Lin Chubai all dressed up. Although he had seen countless handsome men and stunning women during his art studies, he was still deeply dazzled by the made-up Lin Chubai right now.

For a moment, he even forgot what he wanted to say, wishing only to pick up a paintbrush and record this breathtaking image.

Noticing that gaze of his which was full of artistic pursuit, Lin Chubai figured he was acting up again and gave him a cold, sidelong glance.

That look dragged Song Siyun’s artistic pursuit right back down into the dirt. “I do not know much. I heard from other inn waiters that He Village seems to have been cursed; every year, three young men must be sacrificed to atone for sins, and you are the first one this year.

“If they do not make a sacrifice, blood will flow beneath their crops, and the harvested crops will also drip with blood, and even have hair on them. If anyone eats those, they will die suddenly in their sleep.”

Song Siyun glanced sideways at Lin Chubai, who looked every bit like a bride ready for marriage, and added gloomily: “They are probably sending you off to have a ghost marriage.”

Young Man Bai: …

“Is there anything else?” After pondering silently for a long time, he glanced back in the direction of the inn.

“None.” Realizing Lin Chubai was no longer glaring at him, Song Siyun acted up again, resuming his artistic appreciation of Lin Chubai.

“Did you see bed number four? We are all here, so he must have come too.” Ignoring the acting-up Song Siyun, Lin Chubai began asking about the important matters.

Normally, Lin Chubai was not one to meddle in other people’s business, but that No. 6 Middle School boy had saved him after all.

“I did not see him, but I heard from others that the innkeeper’s stepson was originally locked in solitary confinement, but today he suddenly underwent a drastic change in personality, beat up the guards, and ran out.

“He was caught back by a group of people this afternoon, given a beating, and locked in the woodshed. But I was with you at that time, so I did not see it.”

Pondering thoughtfully, Lin Chubai looked at the room where he had just been locked up: “Time is running out. They are sending me away tomorrow. Let us find him first.”

Before Song Siyun could ask why it had to be tomorrow, he saw Lin Chubai already walking away.

Taking advantage of the night, the two sneaked around inside the inn. Thanks to working as a half-day laborer in the shop that afternoon, Song Siyun was somewhat familiar with the layout.

He led Lin Chubai all over the inn, but there was no sign of the woodshed anywhere.

“Where are the other inn waiters?” Lin Chubai leaned in slowly beside Song Siyun’s ear, his head ornaments almost poking the other’s eye.

“On the third floor.” Song Siyun raised a hand to ward off the gold and silver items on Lin Chubai’s head, speaking in a low voice.

And so, the two began sneaking around the inn again, running up to the third floor, where they randomly grabbed an inn waiter and bolted straight toward the woods.

“Why is he still sleeping?” Lin Chubai stood to the side, looking thoughtfully at the inn waiter who was tied to a tree trunk and still snoring.

“Yeah, how can someone sleep like a dead pig. Ouch, what a pain!” With that, Song Siyun walked right up and slapped the guy across the face.

Lin Chubai’s facial features twitched slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to press a knife against the waiter’s throat.

Pia. The inn waiter in his dream was jolted awake by the slap. Although his vision was still hazy, the icy coldness against his neck instantly made his eyes go wide.

“Where is the woodshed?” Lin Chubai’s voice remained unhurried and steady.

The waiter first looked at Lin Chubai and then at the knife, his lips twitching a few times as if he wanted to speak.

“Help!”

“Damn it!” Song Siyun immediately delivered another heavy slap! The blow happened to knock a golden hairpin right off Lin Chubai’s head, causing it to fly out and stick straight into the ground.

Lin Chubai reacted instantly, clamping his hand around the inn waiter’s neck with the tip of the knife pointing right at his eye.

The inn waiter shivered uncontrollably, finally calling back his remaining shreds of sanity: “I will talk! Will you let me go if I tell you?”

Lin Chubai did not reply, simply halting the tip of the knife right at the corner of the waiter’s eye, as if it might pierce right in the next second.

“It is 2 kilometers west of the inn!” The waiter blurted out in a panic, terrified that Lin Chubai’s heavy-handedness would leave him bleeding on the spot.

Lin Chubai: …

Song Siyun: …

The only thing these two people probably had in common was their terrible sense of direction, the kind who could not tell east, west, north, or south without a navigation system. They decisively decided to make this unlucky waiter lead the way.

“Take us there.” With that, he untied the vines bound around the tree, leaving only a single strand tethered around the waiter’s neck, which he gave a tight tug as if in warning.