Livestreaming To Fame In An Infinite Flow World Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Six Suns (8)

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed such things could happen in an escape instance.

To the viewers, Jian Yuntai’s escape path seemed utterly chaotic, twisting and turning at random. If any ordinary person moved like that, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough to make it through the instance once.

Yet a miracle happened.


No undead could get close to Jian Yuntai!

At first glance, it almost looked like the undead were avoiding him rather than the other way around.


After all, no one could have imagined someone with a Red-Green Colorblind skill—a godlike ability that seemed like cheating. Everyone assumed the problem lay with the undead, not with him.

The new viewers were all confused. “Excuse me… is the streamer really that strong? Why are the monsters avoiding him?”

“…”

The old viewers were filled with mixed emotions, words stuck in their throats.

They were shocked too.

The first viewer who had mocked him nearly had a swollen face from this mental blow. In all his years, it was the first time he truly felt complete respect.

Of course—any normal person in this situation would be completely convinced!


He had assumed that facing so many undead alone, even with two “little tails” in tow, Jian Yuntai would suffer heavy losses by the time he reached the building.

Who knew Jian Yuntai would really be that incredible? By the time he reached the cinema outside the alley in thirty seconds, the closest undead were still over ten meters away.

After entering the cinema, he even had time to glance down at his ID, let out a small “ah,” and asked sincerely: “Thanks for the dislikes just now. I got a recommendation slot again. By the way, can you dislike repeatedly? Can you do it more times?”

“…………”

Countless viewers stared blankly at the screen, thinking they’d imagined it.

“Pfft.” Young Master Xue covered his mouth, struggling not to laugh. “Older Brother, can you at least keep some decency in your words?”

Jian Yuntai gave him a puzzled look. “Decency? I’m asking seriously.”

Young Master Xue tried to contain his laughter. “Then I’ll answer seriously too: you can’t dislike repeatedly. Likes or dislikes only count once every half hour. Don’t trouble your viewers. I’ve never heard such a spoiled request before.”

“Spoiled?” Jian Yuntai let out a dry “Huh?” with faint disdain. “Don’t put that on me.”

Fatty was the last to enter the cinema. He’d almost been bitten by a mutated flying insect and had nearly tumbled in head over heels.

The insect lingered for a few seconds before flying away.

Seeing this, Fatty exhaled in relief, patted his pants, and stood up. “It’s so much cooler in here.”

He laughed, high-fived Young Master Xue, both ecstatic to have survived.

Jian Yuntai looked outside. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“?”

Young Master Xue froze. Stammering, he asked, “W-what is it?”

“The undead…,” Jian Yuntai’s face changed drastically. He said sharply, “Close the door! Quickly, close it!”

The other two didn’t understand, but they acted faster than thought. Almost the instant Jian Yuntai finished speaking, they pushed the large iron door they had just opened back into place.

But they were still a step too slow.

One undead had already slipped inside. Jinjin lunged and pinned it to the ground.

“How did an undead get in?!” Young Master Xue went pale, using all his strength to block the iron door.

This was the cinema’s freight entrance, designed differently from normal doors. The lower half had small vents like louvers, apparently for ventilation.

Countless pale fingers now reached through the louvers, their nails scraping the metal with a harsh, grating sound. Jian Yuntai carefully avoided the vents, hunching over and pressing the door. He shouted, “Fatty, the door bar is to your right. Go get it! I can’t manage alone.”

Fatty immediately tried to lift the bar. Even using all his strength, he could only raise one end.

“It’s too heavy, I can’t lift it!” he shouted to Young Master Xue. “Stop blocking the door! It doesn’t matter if you’re there or not. Come help!”

Young Master Xue hesitated, glancing at Jian Yuntai. “Can you manage alone?”

“…” Jian Yuntai forced the word out between clenched teeth: “Go.”

Seeing Jian Yuntai’s arms tremble from holding the door, Young Master Xue didn’t dare waste a second. He ran to Fatty. Together, they managed to lift the bar, gritting their teeth the entire way, and placed it in position.

‘Click.’ The bar locked.

Jian Yuntai pulled back his hands, both trembling reflexively from the effort.

He stepped back a few paces and looked behind him.

The undead that had slipped in was pinned by Jinjin. They were incredibly lucky; the timing was perfect. As soon as it entered, Jinjin bit it halfway through.

For over a minute, Jinjin’s fangs were sunk into the undead’s abdomen. No matter how it struggled, Jinjin wouldn’t release. Only when the undead went rigid did Jinjin finally pull back, wagging its tail happily toward Fatty.

Fatty reached out to pick it up, but Jinjin slithered under his arm, hopped a few times, and landed in Jian Yuntai’s arms.

“???” Fatty laughed in exasperation. “You’re such a cat-licker!”

“Meow~” Jinjin nudged Jian Yuntai’s chin and purred.
Jian Yuntai patted its head, a slight curve at the corner of his eyes. “You did very well. You’re the strongest little kitten I’ve ever seen.”

The livestream chat exploded:

“Ahhhhhhh, first time seeing Jian Dadan show such a gentle expression. My heart just skipped a beat.”


“I’m that cat on site QAQ”


“Hahaha, I used to watch Chen Sanxian stream, and I thought Jinjin was aloof. Today I realized Jinjin is only aloof with him. Cats like handsome guys too.”


“Screenshot taken, making a poster to stick on the wall √”

The old viewers reacted strongly. The newcomers didn’t understand. “Is this necessary? Jian Yuntai just smiled a little.”

“You don’t understand.”


“Yes, you don’t understand.”

The new viewers were more confused, not getting what they meant. Seeing chat say, “Watch Jian Dadan longer and you’ll understand,” they suspiciously continued watching.

By now, Jian Yuntai’s expression had returned to calm as he frowned at the loud clanging iron door.

“Through the louvers, the undead can sense us inside. They won’t leave. As for why they can enter buildings… I guess the undead are one level above mutated plants and animals; they don’t need sunlight to survive.”

Among the three, Young Master Xue was the most timid, now panicked. “If they won’t leave, we go. There are so many screening rooms inside the cinema—let’s hide in one.”

“Mm.” Jian Yuntai agreed.

The cinema’s electricity worked. Wall sconces, ceiling lights, and corner lamps were all on. Walking along the freight corridor for over ten meters brought them to the side hall of the cinema.

The deeper they went, the grimmer Jian Yuntai’s expression became.

A dozen corpses were scattered along the corridor, lying in every direction. The stench was indescribable; even a deep breath made it hit the brain painfully.

That wasn’t the main concern. What mattered was that all the corpses had lost a key part—their heads.

Their heads had been hacked off.

Fatty flipped open a corpse, his face pale. “These people… were alive when someone cut off their heads.”

“This is sick.” Young Master Xue covered his nose, carefully avoiding the bodies. “Definitely done by players. The instance has only been mutated a few days—natives couldn’t do something this cruel. They weren’t driven to this point.”

Slah—

Fatty tore a shirt from one of the corpses, shredded it into strips, and tied it around Jinjin’s injured hind leg. After finishing, he tore off another piece and tossed it to Jian Yuntai. “Dadan’er, wrap your own hand.”

“You’re hurt?” Young Master Xue leaned closer in concern. His eyes immediately fell on Jian Yuntai’s right hand, mangled and bloody, with a deep gash across the palm, flesh flayed outward in a terrifying sight.

He hissed, as if the pain were in his own hand. “Did an undead bite you just now?”

“No.” Jian Yuntai grabbed one end of the cloth strip and roughly wrapped it around the wound with his left hand, covering it. He didn’t stop moving, walking toward the side hall as he spoke. “Earlier, when I was fighting Jiang Liu over the airdrop, he yanked hard, and the chain sliced my hand open.”

He said it so casually that Young Master Xue clicked his tongue in disbelief. “Doesn’t it hurt at all?”

“It hurts.”

Jian Yuntai suddenly stopped. Young Master Xue, unable to react in time, bumped into his back.

The collision stunned Young Master Xue, and he pressed a hand to his forehead, complaining, “Why did you stop all of a sudden?!”

“…” Jian Yuntai said nothing. He frowned, staring at the center of the side hall.

Sensing something was off, Young Master Xue tiptoed past his shoulder to look ahead. What he saw froze him in place.

Fatty arrived just then. Seeing the other two standing at the doorway doing nothing, he frowned, bewildered, and stepped around them. Only a few steps forward, and he too went rigid.

“Are my eyes broken?”

“Funny, I thought the same thing,” Young Master Xue said, his tone tense, face pale. “Did you see a bunch of heads, arranged in some particular pattern?”

“Yes.” Fatty rubbed his eyes, shocked. “Is this some kind of modern art?”

“Don’t insult the word ‘art’,” Jian Yuntai said, stepping forward to stand beside him. Young Master Xue peeked out from behind them, still visibly shaken.

No wonder he was terrified. Even as a “veteran” of the livestream team for over two years, he had never seen anything this bone-chilling.

The side hall contained over a hundred heads. Some still bled, some had dried blood. All faced the same direction—the direction where Jian Yuntai and the others stood.

Even stranger, the heads were arranged in a deliberate symbol. It wasn’t any written language they recognized; it looked more like a painting.

From a distance, it appeared as though dancers bent their knees, stretching long arms to stir the blood below them.


That’s exactly how it appeared to the naked eye.

“This is bad—it’s a landmark!” Young Master Xue’s face changed. “I’ve seen these in other instances, many times. Usually, landmarks are drawn with chalk or paint, or at most with blood. But someone actually arranged human heads to make a landmark? That’s audacious!”

“What’s a landmark?” Jian Yuntai asked Fatty.

Fatty shook his head and shrugged. “Why ask me? I’m hearing about this for the first time too.”

Both turned to Young Master Xue.

He paced nervously in front of the doorway, frustration written all over his face. Before Fatty could lose patience and scold him, Young Master Xue finally spoke, worry heavy in his voice:

“A landmark is a symbol used by Sinister Spirits to mark their territory. These Sinister Spirit Types are valuable resources; no matter what instance they enter, many players will voluntarily join their faction. So the Sinister Spirit Type marks a place as its ‘territory’ with a highly visible landmark. That way, newcomers instantly know someone owns this place.”

“If someone trespasses into a claimed area, they have only two choices: leave—or… submit.”

This explained Young Master Xue’s anxiety. Leaving wasn’t an option—they had only just made it inside. But submitting would force him to do dangerous tasks: protect the Sinister Spirit Type, fend off enemies, or otherwise act under strict constraint.

“Big attitude, huh!” Fatty scowled at such arrogance. “What if I refuse both options?”

“You’d be treated as an enemy. From their perspective, it’s as if you neither contribute nor respect their protection. If you keep hiding, that’s one thing, but if they catch you… they’ll kill you without hesitation!”

Young Master Xue groaned. “If it comes to it, we should just submit. No need to fight so many players—we’re going to the research facility anyway; we might as well go together.”

“…”

Fatty glanced at Jinjin. Its hind leg was injured; though it could heal naturally, it was in pain and limped while walking. Fatty’s heart ached.


He then looked at Jian Yuntai’s right hand. The blood had soaked the white cloth, and Jian Yuntai couldn’t heal it himself.

They couldn’t expect Jian Yuntai to carry on through the whole instance injured.

Just as Fatty was about to nod, Jian Yuntai spoke first. “Look closely at the landmark.”

The other two stared, confused.

Jian Yuntai asked, “Does it remind you of anything?”

Fatty stared for a while. “Anything? I don’t see it.”


Young Master Xue hesitated. “Like… people dancing?”

“…” Jian Yuntai gave them an exasperated look and stepped into the side hall, shifting a dozen or so heads. “The character before was in seal script. I’m converting it to regular script now.”

As he moved them, the landmark became clear.

—Nine.

“Nine…” Fatty and Young Master Xue exchanged stunned looks. After a moment, their pupils constricted.

“Jiu?!”

Note: Nine is Jiu in Chinese, Jiang Jiu is a different Jiu but its pronounced same.

Jiang Liu’s younger brother was a Sinister Spirit named Jiang Jiu.

Which meant…

Heavens above—they might have just stormed straight into the lair of these two!

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