Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 683 Behind the Door

"..."

Sun Qin felt sticky and uncomfortable on her back. She bit her lip, leaned closer to He Lingling, who was frozen by the door, and whispered:

"What's wrong? Why aren't you moving—"

Sun Qin's pupils suddenly contracted as she stared in disbelief at the group of guests gathered in the distance—no, they were no longer human; the guests had transformed into terrifying "goat-headed people."

The sheep-headed men knelt in a circle on the muddy, damp deck, men and women kowtowing repeatedly to the figure hanging upside down in the center. Some even had a bucket in hand, which they were bending over and placing under the figure's drooping head... as if to bleed it out.

Sun Qin's breathing became rapid. She gripped He Lingling's hand tightly in fear and panic, trying to speak, but found that her throat felt as if it were blocked by something sticky, and she couldn't make a sound.

"fine."

He Lingling's slightly trembling voice came from ahead. She took a deep breath and slowly said:

"It's alright... Shi Yuan won't die. Now, all we need to do is blend into the crowd, no, just hide well until the sheep-headed people leave, and then we can take Shi Yuan's body away."

"……it is good."

Sun Qin heard her own trembling voice, but her gaze remained unfocused and trembling.

Not far away, the burly ram-headed leader had already pulled out a fruit knife and swiftly slit the throat of the girl who was hanging upside down.

--laugh

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the girl's throat, and her body instinctively trembled and struggled, but she was bound tightly by the ropes that tied her to her body and could not move.

He Lingling and Sun Qin heard the same "gurgling" sound as Wu Huimin.

It was the sound of Shi Yuan's throat being cut open and blood flowing back.

Sun Qin's eyes stung, and she almost shed tears.

It was because of her…it was because of him, it was because of him that Shi Yuan was chosen to be a “sacrifice”…

At that moment, intense guilt and unease overwhelmed Sun Qin. She couldn't help but wonder if what Shi Yuan said was true—did that talent skill that could replace a player after death and then revive really exist?

Compared to Sun Qin's panic, He Lingling's gaze fell on Shi Yuan's bound body—from his slashed ankles to his wrists, and finally settled on his slit throat.

Crimson blood stained Shi Yuan's face red, her cheeks, eyes, mouth, nose... Blood flowed inch by inch across all her skin, finally dripping into the bucket below her head.

Tick-tick-tick-

In her daze, He Lingling even felt that the sound of blood dripping was louder than the sound of rain. The sticky sound slowly seeped into her ears and eyes, making her eyes bloodshot.

Even if you know Shi Yuan won't really die... what about the pain of being "tortured"?

Pain and fear are things that can never disappear.

While innate skills are useful, their side effects are quite painful and unpleasant.

Shi Yuan was unlikely to feel any better.

Pain will not be isolated either.

He Lingling stared at the blood in Shi Yuan's eyes and at the gaze he was giving her—she was stunned for several seconds.

Contrary to her expectations of pure pain and fear, the eyes that Shi Yuan looked at contained more of a twisted sense of relief and helplessness than pain and fear.

What is she feeling helpless about?

What is she letting go of?

At that moment, He Lingling gripped the door tightly in her hands, remaining silent with her lips pursed.

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After bypassing the empty cafeteria and continuing through the cramped, dark corridor, Yu Shijiu and Feifei pushed open the iron door in the corner leading to the second-floor cabin and stepped onto the stairs.

The smell in the stairwell was still not very pleasant.

The faint smell of water and the stench of rotting meat create an aroma comparable to marsh gas.

Oh right, in addition, there were also layers of water on the floor of the stairwell.

"Actually, I also want to go to the lower deck."

The boy's voice echoed in the stairwell; he looked somewhat regretful.

"I wonder how those goats in the hold are doing. Have they not eaten for a long time? Oh no, I mean, they've been eating grass."

After correcting the wording, Yu Shijiu sighed, "Sigh, water has entered here, the bottom deck must be even worse."

"..."

The other living creature in the stairwell, "Fatty," couldn't respond to him and could only let out a soft "meow."

“There should be no one left on the second floor,” Yu Shijiu said as he stepped onto the last step. “The guests have all gone to the third floor to kill the sacrificial offerings, so there shouldn’t be anyone there.”

There won't be anyone... but there might be strange things.

Lu Chusheng silently responded in his heart, his face remaining expressionless.

Of course, a cat's face can't display many expressions. (Fatty: Get lost! You can't! Half-cat can!)

Perhaps because they hadn't spoken for the past few days, Lu Chusheng felt that Yu Shijiu had become more talkative. He was very happy about this change, as it meant that Yu Shijiu's mental state was better.

creak.

Yu Shijiu pushed open the door at the end of the stairs—ethereal and urgent music instantly surrounded the person and the cat.

Yu Shijiu raised an eyebrow in surprise: "There's actually someone playing the piano?"

Lu Chusheng walked beside him, cautiously glancing around at the dilapidated scene.

The once luxurious dance floor had become dilapidated, with peeling paint on the walls and ceiling, many broken crystal tables, and corners covered in what looked like cobwebs...

Only above the booth, the girl in the white dress with her back to them moved her fingers rapidly, each finger producing a heavy tone.

Yu Shijiu quickly recognized the girl in the white dress who was talking about love on the stage.

Wu Huimin.

The girl who was tricked into working on the ship... and ultimately became the first "sacrifice".

She is also Angkor's sister.

Celebration… …

The word "sacrifice" lingered in Yu Shijiu's throat for a moment before he quickly realized that one of the three female players was probably unlucky enough to be used as a scapegoat.

Otherwise, how could Wu Huimin still be playing the piano here?

"Clang clang clang—clang clang—"

The urgent piano music, capable of stirring emotions, continued to echo wildly in the disastrously expensive dance hall. Yu Shijiu felt a slight pain in his ears from the vibrations and reached out to cover them.

"let's go."

Wu Huimin used to love playing the piano, and even after she died and became a ghost, she still loves playing the piano. So let her play here; he has other things to do.

"..." Lu Chusheng glanced at Wu Huimin on the exhibition stand, feeling that she had heard what Yu Shijiu had just said.

The evidence is that the music in my ears suddenly stopped for nearly two seconds.

Yu Shijiu had no idea how many seconds the music had stopped. He was quite anxious—admittedly, he was worried that the female player who had been chosen was He Lingling.

The thought that He Lingling might be chosen as the first "sacrifice" made Yu Shijiu's heart race and he felt somewhat irritable.

He Lingling is so smart, she probably wouldn't let herself be chosen, right?