Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 952 Ghost Couple

The curtain of the sedan chair on the right was slowly lifted by a hand with distinct knuckles, also painted with bright red nail polish, but with a bluish-black and stiff appearance.

A man, much taller than the woman in the wedding dress and dressed in a dark red groom's wedding attire, slowly stepped out of the sedan chair.

The same old-fashioned wedding dress, the same faded embroidery, and the same dark stains.

The groom was also wearing a red veil, covering his face, with only his taut jawline visible beneath it.

After it stopped, it stood side by side with the woman in the wedding dress in front of the carriage door. The two dark red figures were eerie and dazzling in the dim light of the lanterns and the fluttering paper money.

There were no words, no actions.

But inside the carriage, almost all the players could feel an even stronger, colder resentment and deathly aura, like solid ice water, emanating from the "newlyweds" on the platform and silently flowing into the carriage.

Yu Shijiu's left arm suddenly trembled.

The hairs that had just calmed down under the strip of cloth stood on end, and a strong, intense sensation, a mixture of disgust and a strange stinging pain, instantly exploded within them.

This time, it wasn't just the left arm.

Upon seeing the "newlyweds" dressed in wedding attire, Yu Shijiu felt as if the blood in his body had turned cold for several seconds. He even heard a faint suona horn sound in his ears, seemingly coming from a very distant place, a sound that was both festive and filled with endless desolation.

"Don't look at their veils."

He Lingling's hoarse voice was filled with unprecedented urgency. She tried to force open her bleeding eyes, but Xu Han, who had just woken up, held her down tightly.

"He Lingling, don't move!"

"You, you can't keep looking around like that."

Xu Han's face was deathly pale. He didn't dare to look at the strange "newlyweds" outside the car door. He just pressed down on He Lingling's eyelids with his sense of touch.

Anjie and Chen Yi also looked away, only daring to keep a watchful eye on the movement at the car door out of the corner of their eyes.

They all sensed that beneath the red veils of the "newlyweds" seemed to lie something capable of directly eroding their souls—it must be their eyes.

The driver seemed hesitant about the unusual "passengers," but soon the familiar urging voice rang out again, with a kind of formulaic numbness.

"Gentlemen... please get in quickly, don't block the door, it's almost time to leave."

"..."

A few seconds later, the woman in the wedding dress moved first.

Its hand, which had been resting on the sedan chair pole, slowly withdrew. Then, it turned slightly to the side and, extremely slowly… extended its other hand toward the groom beside it.

The groom stiffly raised his hands, and his two hands, painted with bright red nail polish and covered in livid spots, gently clasped together amidst the fluttering white paper money.

Then, hand in hand, they stepped onto the bus steps in a synchronized, ethereal gait.

There were no footsteps.

The only sounds were the very slight rustling of the fabric as the hems of the two "newlyweds'" wedding gowns dragged across the ground, and the overwhelming, pungent smell of stale incense and rotten paper money, which instantly filled the space near the car door.

"The fare is fifty yuan per person."

The driver's voice rang out again, still hoarse, but seemingly more muffled than before, as if he had deliberately lowered his voice.

The woman in the wedding dress raised her withered hand, painted with bright red nail polish, and pulled out two neatly folded, but slightly yellowed and curled, pieces of paper money from her wide sleeve.

The paper money was gently placed in the box next to the driver.

Under the dim light, the two pieces of paper money lay there quietly, and for a moment, the blurry patterns on them seemed to slowly wriggle in the dim light.

The groom next to him also put two identical pieces of burnt yellow paper money into the box.

Then, the newlyweds, hand in hand, boarded the car one after the other, and were completely inside.

They stood hand in hand in the aisle, their two red veils turning slightly, as if observing where they could sit inside the carriage.

This time, their gaze did not immediately turn towards the forest.

Two red veils moved slowly, passing over the passengers with their heads down, over the trembling living person crouching in the corner, over five silent skeletons, and over the two teams of players on high alert...

Finally, it stopped in the middle of the carriage, slightly towards the front.

The camera stopped on Xiao Juan and A Hao, who were tightly embracing each other, almost becoming one.

Once locked onto by the cold, lifeless "gaze" from under the two red veils, Xiao Juan and A Hao, who had been suppressing their fear and despair, felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Ahao suddenly raised his head, his face drained of color, only a deathly pale expression of utter despair.

He instinctively wanted to shield Xiao Juan completely behind him, but the two of them were already huddled in the corner of the seats, with nowhere to hide.

Xiao Juan had stopped trembling with fear, but she kept her eyes tightly closed and buried her face in Ahao's chest, as if that would allow her to escape her impending fate.

The bride and groom held hands without letting go.

They floated hand in hand toward Xiaojuan and Ahao's seats.

The dark red wedding dress and bridal gown looked like flowing dark blood in the dimly lit carriage, leaving two wet, dark red streaks on the ground as they passed.

"No...no..."

A broken sob escaped from Ahao's throat, but he tightened his grip on Xiaojuan's arm.

Anjie gripped the short blade tightly, Chen Yi leaned forward slightly, and Yu Shijiu narrowed his eyes, his right hand slowly reaching for his waist... but they all held back.

Should we directly attack the newly boarded passengers?

The three hesitated, unsure of the consequences of attacking each other.

Even more importantly, the two newly boarded passengers seem to be genuinely choosing their seats... what if they just want seats?

This is also very likely.

If they are simply choosing seats and not harming anyone, then their rash actions might only provoke them into attacking prematurely.

But Xiaojuan and Ahao...

Anjie and Chen Yi's hearts were pounding, and they were momentarily at a loss for what to do.

As for Yu Shijiu—he has already decided to take action on his own.

Just as the bride and groom were about to float to Xiaojuan and Ahao's seats—

"and many more."

A familiar male voice rang out from the back of the carriage.

It is Lin Hai.

He had stood up at some point, his tiny pupils swirling with light almost frantically, yet his face wore a sickly, almost pleasurable smile.

The hooded passenger next to him, as he stood up, raised his head completely for the first time.

Beneath the brim of his hat, the pale face of the hooded passenger still bore a strange smile that stretched to his ears, but his eyes... were no longer the dark, empty void they once were; instead, two extremely faint points of light, similar to Lin Hai's pupils, were flickering.

Even... their facial features, which weren't very similar to each other before, started to resemble Lin Hai's.

Anjie and the other two turned around at the sound and their eyelids twitched simultaneously.

—Yu Shijiu's suspicions were actually true?!