Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 292 Money can make the devil turn the millstone?

Qi Weitao shook his head to stop A Yuan from speaking. He looked gently into A Yuan's eyes, then turned and led the reluctant Lan Ping away from the first floor.

Lanping couldn't help but turn around and look at A Yuan downstairs, wanting to ask Qi Weitao something but not daring to speak.

"Go back and get ready."

Qi Weitao walked up to the second floor without looking back, each step he took on the stairs feeling unusually heavy.

"Who knows what we'll encounter tonight..."

Lanping fell silent.

She felt a sudden headache, but what hurt even more was her heart, which was suddenly pounding rapidly.

"Uncle Qi..."

Lan Ping's face flushed red instantly. The moment Qi Weitao turned around, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.

Qi Weitao's eyes widened, "Lan Ping!!"

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Downstairs, A-Yuan stood alone, lost in thought. Finally, he wiped the cold sweat from his face and, holding onto the handrail, went up to the second floor.

At the dining table, the couple who had been leaning against each other finally stood up slowly. As the female player thanked the old lady butler for the tea, the male player coughed.

"Yaoyao, shall we go back to our room now?"

Just as He Lingling said before she left, they really should go back and make preparations sooner.

"Not yet."

The female player nicknamed Yao Yao, whose real name was Liu Yao, was a kindergarten teacher in real life. She usually spent her days happily playing and teaching with the children. She finally managed to meet up with her boyfriend on a day off, but unexpectedly, she died in a car accident on the highway.

Yes, it was a very regrettable death.

Liu Yao swore that if she had another chance, she would never have suggested going on a trip that Sunday.

She's now even allergic to the word "tourism".

Thinking of this, Liu Yao quickly glanced at the old housekeeper beside her, and said in a low voice:

"I'm thinking of making a trip to the villa before midnight."

Boyfriend Wang Han: "?"

"Go out? What for?"

Wang Han looked at the dark figures strolling around the living room with some fear, and swallowed hard.

"I don't think it will be so easy for us to get out..."

With those densely packed shadowy figures under the butler's command, there was no way they could escape—

"Who said they were going to sneak out?"

Liu Yao rolled her eyes. "We're guests now, can't we just go out openly?"

Yu Shijiu's actions gave her a lot of inspiration. Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well take a gamble. Besides, it was just a trip out, so it shouldn't be that serious. At worst, they still had a lot of life-saving items.

Wang Han: "..."

He clearly still wanted to stop her, but knowing Liu Yao's decisive nature, he hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and agreeing.

—What can I do if they disagree? I can't just let my girlfriend run off alone, can I?

Wang Han was also desperate.

With her boyfriend's permission, Liu Yao immediately looked up and asked the old housekeeper, who was hiding in the corner.

"Butler, may we go for a walk?"

"..." The old housekeeper was clearly stunned for a second, then her eyes narrowed slightly:

"What are you guests going out for? It's already dark, and there are lots of mosquitoes outside—"

"Take a walk."

Liu Yao lowered her head, seemingly a little embarrassed, "The food tonight was too much, I'm a bit stuffed."

Wang Han, standing next to him, said, "...Yeah, yeah, I'm a little... a little stuffed too."

Wang Han wasn't good at lying; in the short time it took to say just that one sentence, the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat from fear.

The elderly housekeeper frowned. "Can't we take a walk in the living room?"

Just that one sentence caused the temperature in the living room to drop several degrees.

The cold, icy air crept up their backs, almost freezing them solid.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Wang Han's forehead.

Liu Yao was also taken aback. She suppressed her trembling throat and looked up, feigning composure:

"Walking around in the living room would disturb other people's rest too much."

"We'll be back soon after our walk."

"..."

Liu Yao seemed to remember something. She looked down and rummaged through her pockets, finally pulling out a handful of seemingly brand-new hundred-yuan bills and handing them to Wang Han.

Wang Han was utterly bewildered and greatly shocked: "???"

What does this mean? Are you suddenly giving him a secret stash of money?

"Go give it to the butler."

Liu Yao muttered something under her breath and nudged Wang Han again.

"..." Wang Han took the money and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you go and give it to him, baby?"

Liu Yao glared at him, then lowered her head shyly: "I'm scared, honey."

Wang Han: "..."

What's wrong, baby? Don't you think your husband is scared too?

Despite his complaints, Wang Han would never allow Liu Yao to deliver the money. He took a deep breath, calmed his fear, and quickly walked towards the old housekeeper who was not far away.

"Butler," Wang Han said, his hands trembling as he handed a bundle of hundred-yuan bills to the old housekeeper.

"We were really too full."

"..."

This scene of bribing NPCs with money shocked some of the players watching their live stream.

"Holy crap? They even have this kind of thing?"

"No, he's a villa butler now, why would he care about such a small amount of money?"

"..."

As it turns out, money really can make the devil turn the millstone...

This time, the old housekeeper stared at them coldly for a while, or more precisely, at the bundle of hundred-yuan bills that Wang Han handed over.

When Liu Yao's desire to leave had already wavered, she actually agreed.

“Since the guests would like to go out for a walk to digest their food,” the old housekeeper’s dry, pale lips moved as she snatched the banknotes from Wang Han’s hand, her tone gentle but unable to conceal her greed.

"Then go ahead, but be sure to come back quickly."

As she spoke, the elderly housekeeper looked up at the huge, luxurious chandelier hanging on the wall behind the sofa in the living room and smiled:

"The villa will be locked at nine o'clock sharp."

"..."

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—tick tock—

Whether it was my imagination or not, the ticking of the clock, which was not very noticeable before, suddenly became louder the moment the old housekeeper finished speaking.

Liu Yao and the other woman turned pale and quickly glanced at the time on the wall. When they saw that the clock showed 8:46, their pupils contracted sharply.

Damn!

Only fourteen—no! It's thirteen minutes!

Liu Yao, the gardener who was mentoring the future flowers of the motherland, cursed inwardly and suddenly grabbed Wang Han's hand and rushed towards the unclosed villa gate.

Behind them, the old housekeeper mechanically turned her head 360 degrees to look at the two anxiously departing figures, the curve of her lips gradually flattening and turning downwards.

It was a strange expression of extreme joy mixed with worry.