Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 238 Entering the game

"Yuping...Yuping..."

In the chaos, it seemed as if threads were binding her soul, and Lu Xue felt her consciousness plummeting into an abyss.

Suddenly, a soft voice called out in her ear. The name was clearly not hers, yet it made her heart flutter for no reason.

Who is Yuping, and what is her own name?

"Cough...cough cough!"

Lu Xue suddenly woke up with a start, her pale white nightgown soaked with cold sweat.

Standing outside the carved canopy bed was a middle-aged man in a crimson robe, his palms still fragrant with mugwort, about to touch her forehead.

"Ping'er, don't be afraid."

The man withdrew his hand, the jade ring on his thumb reflecting the candlelight. "Did you bump into Second Brother in the rain yesterday and become possessed?"

Lu Xue curled up in the brocade quilt and looked around.

A wisp of smoke curled from the rosewood table, and a meticulously painted portrait of a beautiful woman hung on the wall. The woman in the painting had her face partially obscured by her flowing sleeves, and a cinnabar mole was visible between her eyebrows.

She suddenly had a splitting headache, and that cry of "Second Brother" reminded her of last night—

In the pouring rain, the young man held a knife to her neck.

Suddenly, a strange yet familiar mechanical voice boomed like thunder.

This instantly interrupted Lu Xue's recollection.

In an instant, she felt a cold sweat break out and was so frightened that she sat up abruptly.

His back was completely soaked, and he was breathing in fresh air in large gulps.

Until a pair of broad, kind hands touched her forehead.

"Ping'er, don't be afraid, your father is here with you."

A deep, resonant male voice sounded in my ear, filled with tenderness and consideration.

Lu Xue's tense body slowly relaxed, and she turned to look at the wealthy man standing beside her.

Although the man is middle-aged, he takes good care of himself and looks like he is only in his thirties or forties.

But Lu Xue remained vigilant. What was that voice that suddenly rang in her mind? What was that dungeon? What was that quest? What were those points?

Can she now turn to this man? The surroundings are unfamiliar, the decor is unfamiliar, and the man is unfamiliar.

Subconsciously, Lu Xue even felt that someone else should be by her side, not this man.

The man identified himself as his father, and the worried expression on his face seemed genuine.

The man's voice interrupted Lu Xue's drifting thoughts, "Ping'er, do you think it was a mistake for your father to bring you back? But your mother entrusted you to me before she passed away, and I can't bear to leave you to be raised by someone else."

The man reached out his hand, intending to touch Lu Xue's hair, but Lu Xue subtly dodged it.

The man looked slightly embarrassed, but quickly withdrew his hand as if he had figured something out and sighed helplessly.

"I know you're still angry with your father. You haven't been happy at all during this month since we brought you here, have you?"

Lu Xue shook her head reflexively, remaining silent.

It's rare to find a man with such a delicate mind.

"But it's okay. With your father around, no one will dare to bully you so blatantly. I believe there must be some misunderstanding between you and your second brother lying together."

Although the man's words exuded an air of authority that made it impossible for anyone to refute him.

However, he seems to be quite patient with himself.

As Lu Xue was thinking this, she couldn't help but sneeze.

Upon seeing this, the man immediately brought over some hot ginger soup.

"Come on, Ping'er, have some hot soup. You must be cold after being caught in the rain. It's all my fault. I don't ask for your forgiveness, I only ask that you grow up safely so that I can fulfill your mother's long-cherished wish."

Lu Xue couldn't bear it, so she drank the ginger soup from the man's hand and instantly felt much warmer.

The ginger soup tasted sweet, as if sugar had been added, without any of the bitterness of raw ginger.

Lu Xue spoke cautiously, a shy smile on her face.

"Thank you, Dad. I feel much better now."

The man smiled with relief upon hearing this. Seeing that Lu Xue obediently finished her drink, he quickly ladled out another bowl and fussed over her.

"Ping'er, is there anything else that's bothering you? How's the soup? Is it to your liking?"

"No, this soup is very sweet."

"Oh, that's good. Your appetite is exactly the same as your mother's; you both have a sweet tooth."

It was still raining outside, but it was very warm inside.

After drinking two large bowls of ginger soup, Lu Xue felt drowsy listening to the raindrops. She wanted to ask about the so-called second brother, but the man pressed her back down.

"Ping'er, drink the soup and rest well. Dad is watching over you, don't be afraid."

"Okay, can I go out for a walk tomorrow?"

"Alright, I'll send a maid to accompany you for a walk."

Lu Xue mumbled incoherently, completely unable to hear what the man was saying anymore.

She only vaguely remembered that she had to complete the task, and if she didn't, there would probably be terrible consequences. She didn't want to miss her only chance to find clues.

But she felt empty inside; it seemed she had forgotten someone very important.

Inside the mansion, the warm yellow candlelight flickered for less than an hour before being extinguished.

For a moment, only one side room remained, still flickering with candlelight.

Lin Wanchu pressed her hand against her forehead, her eyelids drooping.

Sitting here like this is too boring. What's worse, the woman in front of me is forcing me to stay. If I want to rest, I can only take a short nap in the room.

The young man on the bed showed no signs of waking up; his brows were furrowed and his face was growing paler.

The woman panicked and changed the cloth that was covering her forehead.

Seemingly sensing the heat on his forehead, the young man's brows instantly relaxed.

Lin Wanchu was so sleepy that she couldn't stay awake any longer. Seeing that force wasn't working, she could only try a softer approach, which was to use her charm.

She believed that no girl could resist it, not even herself.

Wait, no, she can't remember this name. Who is she again? What's her name again? And who is she?

Lin Wanchu suddenly came to her senses and racked her brains but still couldn't remember who this person with the blurred name was.

But she had a gut feeling that this person must have left an indelible impression on her.

What about her memories? Who stole her memories? Could it be this woman in front of me?

Lin Wanchu tapped her fingers rhythmically on the table. Although the woman in front of her could become ferocious, she didn't have that ability yet, after all, she still seemed to be a good person.

So, there was only that mechanical sound that appeared out of nowhere.

Since she is one of the players, she won't be fighting alone here.

It's too late today, everything is still a mystery, and there's a ticking time bomb next to her. She doesn't want to relive what just happened.

Perhaps, by tomorrow, she will be able to find some clues about her identity.

Also, who exactly is the important person she forgot?

Thinking of this, Lin Wanchu immediately changed to a pitiful expression and her tone became incredibly soft.

"Mom, I'm so sleepy. Can I sleep for a while? Anyway, Second Brother won't wake up anytime soon."

The woman's heart softened and she stopped insisting. She knew her daughter's temperament well; she was used to being spoiled, so she decided to let her be.

"Alright, alright, my good daughter, go to sleep on the table. I'll wake you up when it's light."

Anyway, with her personally watching over things, I feel a little more at ease.

He Yanqing will be home tomorrow, so it seems the plan can proceed perfectly.