Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 944 Getting Off the Bus

"Stop him!"

Chen Yi looked anxiously at the driver's head slowly turning around behind the barrier and said:

"Quickly! Someone stop him!"

The driver hadn't paid any attention to the chaos in the car because he wasn't affected, but now the man in the suit was deliberately provoking him—who knows what might happen if something even more terrifying occurred.

Chen Yi now truly believes that the people who "echo" have all lost their minds.

Knowing full well that their leader has a problem with his head but not correcting it, and even blindly obeying him without any sense of reason—Lin Hai isn't their leader, he's their father, isn't he?

Chen Yi, known for his composure and good temper, is now incredibly popular.

If the space inside the bus wasn't so cramped, he would have already activated his innate skill to protect Xu Han and the others!

In the driver's seat, the driver turned his head, raised his hand to adjust the brim of his red hat, made a strange hoarse sound in his throat, and stared coldly at the man in the suit.

"what are you doing?"

"Aren't you getting out of the car? Why are you banging on my door?"

The strange sound in the driver's throat disappeared when he opened his mouth to speak.

Meanwhile, the strange passengers who had "awakened" in the carriage were frozen in place by this statement.

The student in the school uniform with the sunken neck suddenly stopped, his empty eye sockets staring at the dark red muddy platform outside the train door, his head slightly tilted as if listening to something.

The old man, whose head was half-flattened, let out a muffled whimper, his hands clutching the cloth bag tightened, and the sticky liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth even faster.

The woman in the floral dress had her wet hair blown back by the cold wind for a moment, revealing half of her face below, which was pale, swollen, covered with blisters and signs of decay, but it was immediately covered by her black hair again.

All the strange passengers who were attacking Yu Shijiu and the others stopped and looked in unison at the man in the suit next to the driver's seat... and the muddy platform outside the train door.

It seemed like he was pondering and weighing something.

The next second, the woman in the floral dress took a step forward, and Anjie, who was already being attacked from both sides, took a step back, using her short blade to block the Emei dagger that Mulanzhi raised behind her.

Mulanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, and just as she was about to make a move, the woman in the floral dress suddenly gave up her pursuit of Anjie, and her figure blurred again.

Under their gazes, her figure seemed to "flow" backward like the receding tide, quickly returning to her seat next to Lin Hai in the back row.

The old woman was quiet for only a few seconds before rushing towards Yu Shijiu again.

All her anger was directed at Yu Shijiu, who dared to harm her and resist her. The marks on her neck writhed and sprouted more tiny black whiskers, reaching out to grab Yu Shijiu.

"Now, Xu Han!"

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Chen Yi let out a low growl and hurled the last few lollipops at the feet of the strange passengers he had attracted, creating a brief scramble and temporarily obstructing the view of Mulanzhi and the others.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ange instinctively twisted half her body to the side.

Mulanzhi's eyes changed, and the Emei dagger in her hand instantly pierced Anjie's arm.

A sharp pain instantly swept over Anjie's entire left hand.

She groaned, but her forward momentum was not interrupted, and she instantly tore the sleeve of the hooded passenger's shirt.

stab-

Where the fabric was torn, what was revealed was not ordinary skin, but a sticky, wriggling, black, soft, rotten shell that looked like it was made up of countless tiny black maggots.

The hooded passenger's mouth, which stretched to his ears, suddenly opened wide. From his dark mouth, the previously stiff, purplish-black, slippery thing suddenly protruded a longer section, its tip splitting open like some kind of strange mouthpart, emitting a shrill scream that sent chills down one's spine.

"..."

Despite her headache and nausea, Anjie's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Instead of retreating, she advanced, changing her stabbing motion with her short blade to a slashing motion, fiercely attacking the protruding purplish-black mouthparts!

"Lanzhi! Stop her!"

Lin Hai shouted, his small pupils flashing wildly. He raised his hand again, clearly preparing to launch a second, more lethal mental attack on An Jie.

Mulanzhi moved with lightning speed, having already bypassed the path slightly obstructed by the chaos created by Chen Yi, and thrust the Emei dagger in her hand straight at An Jie's back.

The usual gentle smile on her face vanished, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.

"Sister An!"

Xu Han was sweating profusely with anxiety. He struggled to support the small shield in front of him, which was swaying and about to dissipate, and tried to walk towards An Jie in vain, despite the aches and pains all over his body. But it was no use at all.

He was walking too slowly.

In the blink of an eye—

"Driver! Can we get off the bus now?!"

A woman's voice, trembling with sobs yet trying to remain calm, suddenly rang out.

It's Xiaojuan.

She had somehow broken free from Ahao's embrace. Her face was ashen, her eyes were red, but her gaze held a desperate despair and... a hint of indescribable clarity.

She held her boyfriend Ahao's hand tightly as they stood in the aisle less than two steps from the open car door, facing the driver's seat.

Ah Hao was also pale, but he stood firmly half a step in front of Xiao Juan, his lips were white, and his body was trembling violently, but he did not retreat an inch.

Their voices weren't loud, but they instantly caught the driver's attention—the driver, who had been facing away from everyone, wearing a red hat and confronting the man in the suit, turned his head extremely slightly... at a tiny angle.

This small gesture seemed to touch all the passengers in the carriage.

All the strange passengers who "awakened," including the old woman who was entangled with Yu Shijiu, the woman in the floral dress who had returned to her seat, the school student, the bald old man... all experienced a second, more obvious freeze in their movements!

Even Lin Hai's second mental attack, which was about to be launched, was suddenly disrupted for a moment.

His small pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face. He looked sharply at the couple, then quickly back at the driver.

Even the trajectory of the Emei dagger that Mulanzhi used to stab Anjie in the back of the heart showed an extremely slight deviation.

Ange seized this fleeting opportunity!

Ignoring the possibility of being stabbed, she endured the excruciating pain—the short blade drew a brilliant blue arc, no longer an attack, but a parry.

clang--

The Emei dagger clashed with the short blade, producing a crisp yet teeth-grinding sound, and exploded into a small, chaotic burst of energy sparks.

Mulanzhi was jolted back half a step, while Anjie used the force to slide towards the car door, creating distance between herself and the dangerous area in the back.

Anjie clenched her teeth, and her saliva secreted more and more rapidly.

She instinctively clutched her stomach, enduring the gnawing hunger deep within her.

Damn it, I didn't even touch Lin Hai.

The driver's hoarse, dull voice, like the friction of rusty iron, slowly rose into the air.

"Buried Bones Slope... no living people are buried there."

The man in the suit closest to the driver froze, instinctively gripping the partition, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Master, Master, what did you just say? What, what do you mean by Burial Slope, no, no living people buried there?"

The driver did not respond to him; his voice remained devoid of any emotion, yet it caused the temperature inside the carriage to plummet.

"Those who need to get off... hurry up, time waits for no one."

The driver was speaking to the strange passengers in the carriage who had woken up and were now engaged in a chaotic fight.

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Ho...ho..."

The student in the school uniform with the sunken neck was the first to move.

He turned around stiffly, slung his heavy, large backpack over his shoulder, and walked step by step toward the open car door.

His footsteps echoed dully in the corridor, each step deepening the indentation in his neck as if an invisible force were pressing against the wound.

Next came the old man whose head was half-shriveled, still clutching the leaking cloth bag, making gurgling sounds in his throat, and he followed.

Even the woman in the floral dress who had returned to the back seat started to stand up, dragging her wet skirt as she silently slid towards the car door.

“…Damn it…you…you…”

The old woman let out a reluctant hiss, the ligature marks on her neck twitching violently a few times, but she finally gave up the pursuit of Yu Shijiu. Her turbid, resentful eyes glared at Yu Shijiu, then she turned around and, with faltering but not slow steps, followed the first three passengers toward the open car door.

As these eerie passengers, who had been "awake" from the start, left, the suffocatingly thick black fog inside the carriage visibly decreased.

Even the pervasive sense of mental oppression and coldness has lessened considerably.

Yu Shijiu took a sudden step back, the restless hair under the cloth strip on his left arm quickly calmed down, he gasped for breath as he backed up against the seat, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

But he still stared intently at the four strange passengers, watching their backs as they disembarked.

Burial mound, no living person shall be buried there.

What would happen if a living person were killed?

Yu Shijiu was panting, and he was tempted to go down and take a look.

But Ange didn't give him that chance.

An Jie almost immediately retreated to Yu Shijiu's vicinity and reunited with Chen Yi, Xu Han, He Lingling, and others.

Her face was pale, and there were faint blue veins throbbing at her temples, clearly indicating that she had not had an easy time enduring Lin Hai's mental piercing attack.

Chen Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, removed the lollipop props used to entice and provoke the strange passengers, and his face showed obvious fatigue and lingering fear.

The strange passengers who were forced to "awaken" looked around blankly, then slowly walked back to their seats.

Exhausted, Xu Han quickly freed one hand and tried to place it on An Jie's arm.

"Need not."

Anjie dodged his hand, took out a compressed biscuit from her system backpack, tore it open with one hand, took a big bite, and swallowed it whole. Only then did the burning sensation in her stomach subside a little.

"Xiao Han, don't forget to use the items to restore your stamina."

Chen Yi reminded Xu Han from the side, "Did you overexert yourself just now?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Shijiu, who had just taken out a strip of cloth and started wrapping her arm again, also looked over.

He had just seen Xu Han's actions too—Xu Han had stubbornly held his own against the two male players from "Echo" for a long time so as not to hold them back—

and many more.

Yu Shijiu suddenly realized something, and her gaze became somewhat blank.

When did those two male "Echo" players stop and leave?

He subconsciously turned around to look at the location of the five "Echoes".

The three male players, who had barely spoken, had returned to their seats and were now sitting with Lin Hai Mulanzhi, completely surrounding the hooded passenger and leaving no gaps in their view.

"..."

The more Yu Shijiu looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

Does his gaze make everyone seem somewhat "familiar"?

Why do Lin Hai and the hooded passenger next to him look somewhat alike from this distance?

Could it be that Lin Hai was absorbing the black mist to nourish the other party?

Just like with pets, whoever owns the pet will resemble it?

In her seat, He Lingling struggled to open her eyes from under her coat, her dark pupils scanning the carriage, her voice hoarse:

"Lin Hai... has been forcibly stopped... those passengers... the passengers were also forced to get off the bus..."

Everyone then looked out of the car door.

Having received no response from the driver, the man in the suit gritted his teeth and got off the bus. He then grabbed his briefcase and scrambled to the edge of the platform.

But unlike the passengers who got off at Huailu Station before him, he was not swallowed up by the blurry figures on the platform.

Because on the Burial Mound platform, apart from the broken street lamp and the muddy white bones scattered on the ground, there was no one there.

The man in the suit, who had been suppressing his fear, seemed to pause for a moment, then burst into ecstatic joy at surviving a close call, howling as he tried to run into the deeper darkness outside the platform.

However, the moment his foot touched the dark red mud of bones—

Beneath the previously calm, dark red mud, several pale, skeletal hands suddenly reached out and gripped his ankles tightly!

"Ah—! Let me go! Let me go!"

The man in the suit screamed in terror, abandoning the briefcase he had been clutching, and struggled desperately to break free from the skeletal hand gripping his ankle.

But those bone hands were incredibly strong, dragging him down little by little into the thick, dark red mud.

Soon, the man in the suit's cries and struggles were completely swallowed up by the dark red mud, leaving only a few rolling bubbles and a ring of spreading dark red ripples.

Behind the bus windows were faces, some calm, some terrified.

The players remained calm, while Xiao Juan and A Hao, along with several other passengers who dared not move, huddled tightly in their seats to minimize their presence.

Immediately afterwards, the school uniform students, the gaunt old man, the woman in the floral dress, the old woman who had been standing by the steps next to the driver's seat... all seemed to have received a definite time to get off the bus, and walked onto the platform at Burial Slope one by one.

Unlike the man in the suit, none of the four of them struggled.

Students in school uniforms took the lead and voluntarily walked into the dark red mud.

Yu Shijiu and the others in the car froze.

In the dark red mud, the dent on the neck of the school uniform student was slowly repaired by an inexplicable force at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stopped, turned slowly, and faced the direction of the bus. In his originally empty eye sockets, two faint, eerie green lights seemed to appear. Then, he also sank down.

The bald old man clutched his cloth bag, muttering to himself as he looked up at the bus parked behind the platform. His sunken lips twitched as, under everyone's gaze, he was pulled into the mud by a bony hand, turning into a pool of thick, black, viscous liquid, merging into one.

The woman in the floral dress sank into the mud like a shadow and disappeared, leaving only a brief outline of water stains in the same spot.