Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 312 Has Mom Came?

In the pale, pale moonlight, the roses in the center of the flowerbed were scattered by the wind in the darkness. The bright petals grew and twisted at an eerie speed with the cold wind, like some kind of mutated, strange red snake.

Strictly speaking, they are slightly plump "red worms".

Beneath the flowerbed, the fertile black soil gradually cracked open, and more rose stems and leaves emerged from it, slowly breaking through the soil layer and crawling slowly on the ground in an extremely terrifying manner—towards the direction where Yu Shijiu was at this moment.

Yu Shijiu thought his eyes might be playing tricks on him.

For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see the hem of a woman's skirt flash by among the rose bushes, little by little, inch by inch, the pale blue skirt stained with scarlet blood, approaching him in the cold wind, carrying the stench of flesh and blood.

Is it because it's too dark around us?

"Ouch!"

Yu Shijiu's trouser leg was suddenly grabbed by the infant monster, which raised its huge head and kept climbing onto Yu Shijiu, making strange howling noises from its throat.

Many players who witnessed this scene were speechless.

...I always feel that all the strange creatures seem to become weird in front of Yu Shijiu. Is this what they call strength?

Some players were amused by their own thoughts, feeling that the statement was a bit strange—somewhat like, well, the kind of thing that used to be said during the non-mainstream era: "Aren't you afraid of my strength?"

"..."

Thinking about this any further will reveal my age.

Some older players, who were actually not that old, silently lowered their heads, completely clearing away the strange thoughts that had been swirling in their minds for a moment.

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Yu Shijiu's gaze was drawn back by the strange pull of the infant. He looked down at the infant clinging tightly to his legs, refusing to let go, and remembered how he had loosened his grip earlier due to a sudden heartache—

"oops."

Yu Shijiu paused for a second before quickly feigning surprise: "Why did you suddenly fall to the ground, baby? Were you feeling a little cold, so you deliberately fell down to use my leg to block the wind?"

The two consecutive "ya" sounds successfully silenced both the baby monster and the players in front of the screen.

It has to be said that Yu Shijiu's "turning the tables" tactics are sometimes so skillful... no, they're not just skillful, they're practically lying through their teeth. Once he believes it, everyone else has to believe it too.

Sure enough, the infant monster was still young, and its brain was not fully developed. After Yu Shijiu said those two sentences, it was completely dumbfounded, and the hand that was holding Yu Shijiu's trouser leg stopped.

"..."

After a long while, the infant glanced at the large scissors that Yu Shijiu was holding in his other hand with a strange look in his eyes, and let out a weak "ow".

Yu Shijiu smiled with satisfaction, bent down, grabbed it by the neck again, and sat it on his shoulder.

—Although his shoulders were not very broad, a small monster with a body the size of a bean sprout could still sit on him.

The infant ghost continued to hold Yu Shijiu's head, looking at the roses crawling towards the two of them not far away with a mixture of fear and longing.

"How about it?"

Yu Shijiu gazed at the grotesque roses. The pungent stench of rotting flesh didn't seem to bother him. He even gently nuzzled the infant's eerie, cold little hand and whispered:

Is that your mother in there?

The baby ghost was stunned.

It gazed at the rose garden that exuded a strange and grotesque aura under the moonlight, and its small, underdeveloped throat gurgled out sounds similar to "mother".

"Mama... Mama..."

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"!!!"

As excruciating pain shot through his brutally slit throat, Lu Chusheng sat up abruptly, gasping for breath.

The entire bedroom was filled with the sound of his breathing, as if he had just escaped a terrible ordeal.

"..."

Lu Chusheng stared at the dimly lit room, feeling a faint ache on his neck, which was not actually injured. He touched it subconsciously.

Just as he had guessed, he had never actually met "Madam"... Everything that had just happened was actually just a dream.

No wonder "Madam" didn't seem to have any intention of harming him... Thinking of this, Lu Chusheng's breath hitched slightly.

He certainly knew why "Madam" hadn't harmed him.

Because in the eyes of the "Madam," she and the other woman were the same kind of "pitiful people"...pitiful people who were about to become Mr. Xiao's bride.

Just as Lu Chusheng lowered his eyes to think about everything that happened when he met "Madam" in his dream, he suddenly raised his head and looked sharply at A Yuan on the other side of the bed.

Since "Madam" had reminded him, there was no reason why A Yuan, who shared a room with him and was also chosen by Mr. Xiao to be a "bride," wouldn't be pulled into the dream by "Madam."

Lu Chusheng reacted quickly; he was able to realize in his dream that "Madam" meant no harm and was simply there to remind him... But could A Yuan, who was also pulled into the dream by "Madam," realize that?

That's highly uncertain.

In just two days, Lu Chusheng had a pretty good grasp of A Yuan's personality.

A Yuan could never have thought of that.

He's too cowardly.

Like any normal person, when he discovered that "Madam" was after him, he would definitely choose to flee the bedroom. Even if he couldn't escape, he would definitely choose to find a place to hide.

Thinking of this, Lu Chusheng's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He quickly got out of bed and went to A Yuan's bedside. Sure enough, he saw A Yuan's pale and bluish face under the covers, as if he was about to suffocate.

—Ah Yuan must be hiding in his dream.

Hiding means that "Madam" may fall into complete madness because she can't find A-Yuan... and then it will no longer be a pure reminder, but will turn into real killing intent.

"..."

Gotta find a way.

Lu Chusheng pursed his lips, a fleeting hint of annoyance crossing his usually stern face.

It wasn't just that he didn't want to see a living person die in front of him, but also the danger of being a fellow chosen "bride"—if A Yuan really was killed in his dream by the angry "Madam," he would definitely be the one wearing a wedding dress and marrying Mr. Xiao tomorrow.

Lu Chusheng has no plans to wear a wedding dress and get married for the time being.

So how exactly can we remind A-Yuan in the "dream"?

A conventional slapping to wake him up would be useless; it might even make Ah Yuan think it was "Madam" who did it...

Lu Chusheng's gaze moved back and forth over A Yuan on the bed, finally settling on the other's hand tightly clenched at his side.

Where in the bedroom could one hide from "Madam"...? Apart from the wardrobe against the wall, Lu Chusheng quickly abandoned the wardrobe.

The "Madam" appeared by the bedside. Even if she moved slowly and her supernatural mind was stupid, she would definitely be able to see her in such an obvious place as the wardrobe...

That leaves only one place.

Lu Chusheng turned his head to look at the bathroom near the door.