Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 682 Third-floor cabin

The boy suddenly said.

Lu Chusheng, who was biting the hem of his clothes, paused and frowned at him.

“Let’s not go find Han-ge yet,” Yu Shijiu said. “Let’s go straight to the third-floor cabin to watch the ‘sacrifice ceremony.’”

Lu Chusheng loosened his grip on the hem of his clothes.

Go to the third deck?

Go straight there?

He looked at the boy's smile in the dim light and slowly sighed in his heart.

...Then let's go.

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In the dimly lit corridor.

He Lingling and Sun Qin followed Wu Huimin step by step. With each step, they felt the floor beneath their feet becoming soft and dilapidated, giving them the illusion that it might collapse at any moment.

"This ship..."

Ahead, Wu Huimin, dressed in a white dress, was "joyfully" dancing in the corridor, jumping and skipping, her bare feet creaking on the dilapidated floor.

"Actually, it shouldn't have existed at all..."

Wu Huimin turned her head with a smile, and the gash in her throat ripped open again with her movement, causing blood to gush out.

"Do you think things would be better if everyone involved in the so-called sacrificial ritual died?"

"..."

He Lingling and Sun Qin didn't really want to talk.

The former felt it was strange that Wu Huimin asked that question so abruptly, while the latter was completely confused and didn't know what to say.

"Ok?"

Unhappy at receiving no response, Wu Huimin stopped and stared coldly at the two girls behind her, then shrieked:

"Why won't you answer my questions? You all look down on me too—"

"I think you're right."

He Lingling interrupted her, her gaze calm, "No one on this ship should be alive."

"..."

Wu Huimin's smile slowly spread across her face and then tightened again.

“That’s not necessarily true,” Wu Huimin turned her head, the blood on her neck splattering onto the dilapidated walls around her as she turned. “Some people… it would be better if they could live.”

"..."

This time, He Lingling didn't know what to say.

She genuinely didn't know what to say... He Lingling's words at this moment were quite contradictory. He Lingling was certain that Wu Huimin had just wanted her to agree with her saying that everyone deserved to die...

But then they added this sentence, could it be because of... Angkor Wat?

Thinking of the crew NPCs still struggling to drain water on the first deck, He Lingling sighed.

...It's a pity, they were already dead.

"When you arrive at the sacrificial site, please don't shout or yell."

Wu Huimin in front resumed her bouncy dancing, occasionally swaying and bumping into the wall, then falling to the ground and getting up in an odd way.

It's fair to say that if they hadn't been following Wu Huimin from the very beginning, they would have been terrified to the point of stopping breathing if they hadn't seen this woman with her throat cut open and still "dancing" late at night.

Even now, Sun Qin's rapid breathing reveals just how scared she is.

Who knows if Wu Huimin might suddenly change her mind and kill him?

The monsters in game instances are not things that should be believed.

"..."

When He Lingling heard Sun Qin's teeth chattering, she still reached out and grasped her hand.

She gently squeezed her sweaty hands and comforted the panicked Sun Qin with her eyes.

He Lingling initially thought Sun Qin was afraid of Wu Huimin, but she was stunned when she saw Sun Qin's eyes.

At this moment, Sun Qin's eyes were not filled with fear, but with a deeper worry and anxiety—she was not afraid, she was worried about Shi Yuan who was about to be "tortured to death".

He Lingling pursed her lips and could only clench her cold hands tightly once more.

Sun Qin gave her a grateful look and continued walking forward with Wu Huimin.

When the two turned onto the stairs leading to the third-floor cabin, Wu Huimin, who was at the front, suddenly stopped.

She tilted her head, and the gurgling sound of blood flowing in her throat became even louder at this moment, like a blood sac about to be completely drained.

"You can go up by yourselves."

Wu Huimin laughed and said, "I won't go up there... I don't really like that place."

"……it is good."

After a brief silence of a few seconds, He Lingling nodded first.

Wu Huimin's reluctance to go up was within her expectations—no one wants to witness their own torture and death.

Even if the person being tortured and killed above wasn't himself.

Sun Qin was somewhat anxious. She gripped He Lingling's hand tightly, bit the soft flesh in her mouth, and whispered:

"Then let's go, let's go."

This time, He Lingling didn't hesitate and pulled Sun Qin up the stairs to the third-floor cabin.

Da-da-da-da-da

The weight of the two people on the rickety stairs made a creaking sound.

As Sun Qin was pulled upstairs, her mind was filled with images of Shi Yuan being "tortured and murdered, his throat slit," and her calves felt weak.

She couldn't help but look back—her pupils contracted slightly.

Wu Huimin lay down at the top of the stairs and looked up.

From Sun Qin's angle, one could see the other person's slit neck arched high, with blood vessels and sticky blood gushing out of the wound, a horrifying sight.

"……whee."

Noticing that Sun Qin was looking at her, Wu Huimin chuckled. Her once lively and bright eyes were now dark and gloomy, with endless coldness replacing the girl's original innocence and purity.

"Qinqin..."

Sun Qin saw Wu Huimin's mouth open and close, tearing open, her densely packed teeth chewing incessantly inside—

"stop looking."

He Lingling forced her head back, "We're almost there."

Sun Qin turned her head back with a chill running down her spine. Cold sweat broke out on her back, and she couldn't help but reach out and pinch the skin on her arm.

"Stop looking at her..."

He Lingling wasn't in a good state either; her eyes hurt a little because her "ghost eyes" were consciously activating—only to be forcibly closed by her.

In this situation, activating "Ghost Eye" can have fatal side effects.

Suppressing the restless urge of her "ghostly eyes" deep within her pupils, He Lingling took a deep breath, looked at the half-open door at the end of the stairs, and whispered:

"Wait a minute... no matter what you see, remember not to scream."

"...I know, I know, I won't make a sound."

No matter what I see... I will definitely not make a sound.

Sun Qin nodded frantically, almost making her head spin.

"..."

He Lingling swallowed hard, mentally preparing herself before striding towards the end of the stairs.

yah-

He Lingling pushed the door open, but the slight noise was completely drowned out by the noise of the crowd outside.