Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 706 Torrential Rain. Late at Night

Just as Xu Han had thought, the possibility of being contaminated by goats had increased in the past few days. Apart from the bottle of goat milk given to Brother Zhu, he only had less than two bottles of goat milk left!

Is this right? !

No, is this enough?!

Thinking about how many people were still on his side, and how many of them might be contaminated tonight... Xu Han felt a little scared.

The "benefit" of being afraid was that his sympathy for the two male players outside vanished instantly.

Emotions such as compassion and pity can only arise when one's own safety is guaranteed.

They're all struggling to survive themselves; it would be foolish for them to be thinking about saving others.

"Forget it, forget it," Xu Han slapped his face repeatedly, "Stop looking, stop looking, Brother Zhu, you stop looking too!"

Zhu Ge was still checking how badly the two male players were contaminated when Xu Han forcibly pulled him over and turned his head around.

Brother Zhu: "?"

Lu Chusheng was licking the dust from the crevices of his paws. Hearing this, he only glanced at Xu Han before moving closer to Yu Shijiu.

Yu Shijiu was naturally very happy that "Feifei" was getting close to him—he didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that "Feifei" seemed to be getting more and more attached to him.

It's even stickier than before.

Yu Shijiu liked this change, but sometimes he would vaguely feel that something was not quite right.

But if you ask him to point out what's wrong... he can't say.

"what happened?"

Zhu Ge was completely bewildered and asked blankly, "Shouldn't we check their current condition to prevent this from happening in advance?"

"it's useless."

Xu Han, having been through it all, sighed, plopped down on the edge of the bed, and said dejectedly:

"Once you're being targeted, there's no way to prevent it."

"Pollution begins gradually and imperceptibly, and by the time we realize it, most of the pollution has already occurred."

Just like the two male players on the deck, even though wool had grown on their faces and hands, they were still "immersed" in the illusion of fear and had no idea that they had been tricked.

"..." Brother Zhu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Brother Zhu knew this too—if Xu Han hadn't given him the goat milk, he would have long since become one of those assimilated sheep-headed humans.

Yu Shijiu, who spoke at the beginning, showed no intention of participating in the "discussion" at all, and was engrossed in petting the cat and watching the cat lick its paw pads and fur.

Xu Han and Brother Zhu looked at each other, then looked away and lowered their heads in silence.

It's already the last night, there's no point in dwelling on these things now—

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Two terrified screams came from the deck, startling Xu Han and Brother Zhu to their feet at the same time.

"what happened?"

Brother Zhu took a few steps forward, then stopped, wanting to go and take a look.

Xu Han nervously rubbed his fingers together and shook his head. "No, I don't know."

Yu Shijiu also looked up. From his position, he could only see a dense group of figures moving around on the deck.

Huh?

Yu Shijiu narrowed his eyes.

There seem to be more people?

"How can sheep be running around on the deck?!"

Wang Ji's shouts came from outside the cabin, "What's going on? Who was guarding the hold today?! How come the sheep were let out?!"

Other NPCs chimed in, deflecting blame: "We don't know, Brother Wang. We've been incredibly busy these past few days. Everyone went home to rest after dinner today..."

"If you ask me, maybe the sheep bit through the fence and escaped..."

"Yes, yes, we have no idea how those sheep got out! Who knows how they managed to escape—"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense to me!"

Wang Ji angrily interrupted the other NPCs, and sneered:

"Alright, now send a few people to the hold to check if any of the goats are missing! If any are missing, hurry up and come out to find them!"

"..."

Wang Ji's anger was met with the rustling of responses and the sound of running around from a group of NPCs.

Inside the dormitory, the three people and the cat, some standing and some sitting, exchanged glances. Suddenly, Brother Zhu slapped his thigh and whispered:

"Sheep! The sheep ran away!"

Xu Han whispered nervously, "That runaway sheep, it can't be... it can't be what I'm thinking, can it..."

"right."

Yu Shijiu gently stroked the soft fur on "Feifei's" back and smiled:

"Those two male players who were contaminated are the sheep that Brother Wang mentioned, the ones who escaped."

"..."

Xu Han and Brother Zhu both shivered at the same time.

Sheep... equals people, equals players.

In other words, the players who were corrupted yesterday all became members of the goat-headed group, and tonight, the players who were corrupted but still retained their sanity... became "goats".

Sheep sacrifice.

goat.

Humans—those at the bottom who cannot resist.

The sheep... became a "sacrifice".

Yu Shijiu found the logic here quite interesting; if it weren't for him, he might very well have become the next mountain to be slaughtered.

"Then they..." Xu Han hesitated to continue, then forcefully changed the subject: "So there were only four actual sacrifices tonight?"

Yu Shijiu smiled, his snow-white teeth clearly visible with each strike of lightning.

"You can say it that way, or you can say it differently."

Rumble—rumble—rumble!

"You can say it that way, or you can say it differently."

On the deck of the third-floor cabin, He Lingling leaned against the deck railing, looking down at the two male players who were pinned to the ground on the first-floor deck.

Her voice was still hoarse, and sounded eerie amidst the rumbling thunder, like the dry sound of a dead fish having its scales cut open.

"After the 'goat' was sacrificed, it was our turn."

He Lingling's eyes began to ache slightly: "The rule on this ship is that the lowest-ranking humans will always be sent away as 'sacrifices'."

"Unfortunately, even if we weren't contaminated, we would still be at the very bottom of society."

"..."

Sun Qin was even more frightened by what she heard. She peeked out and glanced at the two male players on the deck who were being trampled under the feet of the goat-headed man and were begging for mercy. Goosebumps instantly rose all over her body.

"...Then we won't be able to escape at all..."

"Wait, then."

Settled in a corner, with a blanket forcibly draped over him by Sun Qin (who said he shouldn't get cold after recovering from a serious illness), Shi Yuan gazed at the thick clouds gathering in the night sky and weakly offered his words of comfort:

"Anyway, we'll most likely be the last ones killed, the ones 'sacrificed'."

Sun Qin: "..."

Instead of being comforted, I became even more scared, sob sob sob.

As the sheep-headed people began to open the hatch and go inside, He Lingling touched her watch, which had broken at some point, and asked for the time again.

Shi Yuan: "12:45."

Shi Yuan: "Soon."

Sun Qin: "..."

Shi Yuan kept saying "it's almost over" so much that she felt like she was becoming immune... what a load of rubbish!

As the sounds of the sheep-headed people searching and running filled the entire ship, Sun Qin silently shrank back and hugged herself tightly.

Yes, for a moment I looked up and admired He Lingling, who was still standing by the railing, several times.

"Don't envy her."

Shi Yuan whispered from the side, "The pain from the 'Ghost Eye' is unbearable for most people, especially for someone like her who used to be blind."

"..."

Sun Qin nodded hesitantly, "I know, she's very capable, and so are you."

"sharp?"

Shi Yuan suddenly let out a cold laugh, the chill in his tone making Sun Qin feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Before Sun Qin could even finish saying "No"—the next sentence from Shi Yuan had already frozen her in place.

"I'm not great, I'm just filled with regret, forever filled with regret..."

Shi Yuan's voice was as cold as a straight line, "I'm just regretting it."

Sun Qin opened her mouth, then closed it and remained silent.

The edge of the railing.

He Lingling gripped the railing tighter and tighter. The intense pain in her eyes made her groan. Her vision went black and then bright again, and her ears were ringing, like the sound of a TV screen cutting out when she listened to the radio as a child.

"Ghost Eye" is activated again.

He Lingling began to tremble all over, and as blood and tears splattered out, she saw some strange scenes amidst the excruciating pain.

After Wu Huimin was bled to death as the first "sacrifice," Wu Ge learned from Wang Ji that his sister had also boarded the ship. Despite being stopped, he went up to the second deck and then broke into the third deck.

In the dead of night, as the torrential rain slowly subsided, Angkor, panting and with red eyes, witnessed the scene of someone being hung upside down and bled, and even being dismembered by several seemingly familiar crew members.

Angkor immediately knelt down.

This man, who was usually short-tempered and prone to whipping people, but was actually quite kind-hearted, roared with eyes almost bloodshot.

"Ahhh! Huimin!!! Huimin!!!"

Wu Ge convulsed in agony as he crawled on all fours toward Wu Huimin, who was hanging upside down, on the deck. The crew members who were cutting the "meat" with knives watched him and were so frightened that they dropped their knives to the ground.

"Wu, Brother Wu?"

The crew member took a step back in alarm, "What, what Huimin... what Huimin..."

The other crew member turned pale; he clearly guessed what was going on. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he scrambled towards the stairwell entrance.

boom!

The crew member was punched in the leg by Angkor, who was crawling towards him. He let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutched his fractured calf, and fell to the ground, rolling around.

"Wu! Brother Wu! Brother! Brother! I, I don't know... I don't know!"

Another crew member trembled all over, his sunken, dark, and thin cheeks twitching and shaking under the light. He immediately knelt down and began to beg for mercy, even though he was facing a man climbing on the deck.

“Angkor! I really didn’t know! I have a family and children to support! I could only do what they told me to do! I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to! Who wants blood on their hands, Angkor…”

"..." He Lingling's eyes hurt even more. She could feel some liquid overflowing from the corners of her eyes and rolling down her skin.

He Lingling sighed inwardly and endured the excruciating pain to continue using "Ghost Eyes".

"do not know……"

Lying on the ground, Angkor repeated the crew's words in a low voice, the blood vessels in his eyes almost bursting and bleeding. His tongue convulsed as he uttered broken sounds:

“I…my sister…Huimin…Huimin…”

As she crawled, Wu Huimin, whose "flesh" had already been cut off, seemed to still be conscious. Wu Ge seemed to see her slowly blinking her eyes, and bloody tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, dripping down her head along with the blood from her neck.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—tick-tock!

The sound of blood falling was like thunder in Angkor's ears—no! It was louder and more deafening than thunder! A much louder noise!

"Huimin... Huimin..."

As if he could only utter these two words, Wu Ge crawled and knelt all the way to Wu Huimin's body, and touched her face with trembling hands.

"Huimin...it's been so long, hasn't it? Why don't you open your eyes and look at your brother?"

Wu Ge murmured Wu Huimin's name, calling it over and over again.

Wu Huimin remained motionless, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Brother Wu in front of her, her mouth agape and filled with blood.

Blood, all blood, red blood stained Angkor's body. He desperately wiped the blood off his sister's face, as if wiping it clean would bring her back to life.

On the other side of the deck, the crew member who had been screaming in agony while clutching his leg finally recovered. He glanced fearfully at Angkor Wat, who was wiping the head of a corpse, and then dragged his crippled leg away.

Another crew member remained kneeling beside him, kowtowing repeatedly, begging for mercy and repenting. His dark forehead was bleeding from the repeated kowtows, the blood mixing with the blood on the deck.

Angkor has finally moved.

He gently patted his sister's head, just like when they were little, and said with a gentle smile:

"Brother is a little busy right now, Huimin, can you wait for him?"

Just as the crew member, who was staggering and dragging his injured leg, was about to reach the stairwell, a rapid pursuit sounded behind him.

The crew was terrified, but endured the pain and sped up—

"What are you running for?"

The crew member's neck was grabbed by Angkor, who was chasing after him. Angkor's face twisted into a ferocious smile, but tears soaked his entire face.

"Angkor! Angkor!"

Knowing they were no match for Angkor, the crew members were terrified and begged for mercy, tears streaming down their faces.

"I don't know, I really don't know... If I had known she was your sister, I would never have accepted this. I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her! I didn't kill her! It wasn't me! I just came to deal with the body—uh!

Angkor grabbed the crew member by the neck and slammed him to the ground with increasing force:

"You're cutting my sister, cutting my sister's flesh... Ha, you're cutting my sister's flesh, cutting my sister's flesh... What are you trying to do? What are you trying to do? What do you want to do by cutting my sister's flesh..."

The crew member being strangled had his pupils rolling upwards, his face turning blue and purple, and he struggled and resisted with his hands and feet, but eventually he gradually lost his voice.

The moment the crew member stopped breathing, He Lingling, who had been an outsider, felt her throat become increasingly painful and dry. She endured it for a while, but still managed to spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, she looked in horror at Angkor, who was letting go and trying to get up—when someone stabbed him hard in the chest.

It was the crew member who had been kneeling beside Wu Huimin's body.

The short, dark-skinned crew member trembled as he pulled the knife out and then stabbed it back in, his face contorted with despair.

"Wu, Brother Wu, I'm so sorry... I have to kill you, I have to kill you... If I don't kill you... you'll definitely kill me..."