Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 170 The Sky Darkened

The raindrops fell on the umbrella, the dense pattering sound making Lin Feng's mind go blank. She couldn't help but grip the umbrella handle tightly, trying her best to appear normal.

"It's raining so hard, I was thinking of bringing you an umbrella."

It's strange to give an umbrella to a monster.

However, given the current background of this instance, as a tourist chosen to be a "stand-in," Lin Feng should know nothing about her identity.

She didn't know whether Liu Laosan believed it or not.

Liu Laosan looked at her several times with his cloudy eyes, and finally nodded with a smile:

"Thank you so much, sir."

After saying that, Liu Laosan turned around and chuckled at the old men behind him:

"Well, I'll head back now. Are you guys okay going back in the rain like this?"

The old people behind him focused their gazes on Lin Feng, their cold, numb eyes scanning her entire body like venomous snakes.

Lin Feng felt her hair stand on end from being stared at.

"of course can."

The old people laughed along, nodding and smiling at Liu Laosan, their faces pale and swollen from being soaked in the rain.

"Village chief, we are so envious that your guests care about you so much."

"Yes, yes, there are so few kind customers like this..."

"In such heavy rain, the village chief's guests still remembered to bring him an umbrella while he was getting soaked outside... Just thinking about it makes me envious..."

"..."

Despite this, the old people's expressions were strange. Although they were expressing envy for Liu Laosan, their gazes were all fixed on Lin Feng beside him.

Lin Feng felt a chill run down her spine as she felt the gaze fixed on her.

The eyes of these strange old men held countless expressions of envy, greed, and a desire to take their place.

What's most terrifying is the malice that seems to want to tear her apart from head to toe.

Surging, coalescing... there is no difference.

Liu Laosan enjoyed the flattery from everyone, and his smile grew wider and wider. When he finally walked under Lin Feng's umbrella, the thick smell of rain and a strange fishy smell emanating from him instantly filled Lin Feng's mouth and nose.

She instinctively held her breath.

What does this taste like?

"Alright, we should all go back now."

Liu Laosan interrupted the strange old men around him, his smile deepening the wrinkles on his swollen, pale face.

"After all, we all have very important things to do tomorrow, so let's get some rest."

As soon as Liu Laosan finished speaking, all the strange old men fell silent.

The noisy sounds from just moments ago have vanished, and the sound of rain once again envelops this remote and ancient village.

Lin Feng did not speak.

She only glanced at them as she parted ways with those strange old men.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

After the elderly people, soaked by the rain, turned around and walked a few steps, their frail and hunched bodies began to shrink at a visible rate.

First the legs, then the waist, then the body... and then the head.

Within seconds, all the elderly people transformed into people who were about ten years old.

They seemed to sense Lin Feng's gaze, and suddenly tilted their heads to the side, turning them in a posture that no human could possibly do—

Bang—bang bang bang—

Lin Feng turned around quickly, her heart almost leaping into her throat for a moment.

They were right.

These elderly people do indeed shrink at night.

Although I don't know the reason, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

Under the umbrella, Liu Laosan turned his head to look at Lin Feng, whose face was pale, and said thoughtfully:

"You look rather pale, are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Feng's heart sank, and she shook her head: "No, it's just that it's been a bit cold every day because of the rain."

She avoided Liu Laosan's probing gaze, seemingly embarrassed, and whispered:

"My physical condition isn't very good; I'm a bit sensitive to cold."

This statement silenced many viewers watching Lin Feng's live stream.

Lin Feng's physique, regardless of the instance, shouldn't have anything to do with poor health... The old Lin Feng would have seemed a little awkward when lying, but now...

One player, looking at Lin Feng with his head down on the screen, remarked:

"Looks like Lin Feng is starting to go astray too..."

However, they expressed complete understanding of the matter of deceiving ghosts and monsters, no matter how many times it happened.

Liu Laosan believed it.

He chuckled and nodded: "That's true, you girls are all afraid of the cold, my wife used to be too—"

Liu Laosan's words came to an abrupt end.

Lin Feng's eyelids twitched instantly.

She thought of Liu Yanju, whom she had seen in her hallucination.

Liu Yanju, who was tortured to death... She was Liu Laosan's sister... and also Liu Laosan's wife.

"wife?"

Lin Feng, seemingly completely unaware of Liu Yanju, asked curiously:

"Village chief, is your wife also afraid of the cold?"

"..." Liu Laosan's expression suddenly became somewhat distorted, and as a chilling malice spread through his pupils, he laughed again.

"I'm scared," said Liu Laosan, "very scared."

"It's a pity, she wasn't in good health and passed away a few years ago."

After saying that, Liu Laosan didn't say another word.

Seeing that Liu Laosan had no desire to talk, Lin Feng naturally wouldn't step into a minefield.

It was just a fleeting memory; she wouldn't change her opinion of Liu Laosan because of that one sentence.

After all, Liu Yanju's death was also caused by Liu Laosan himself.

The cold rain dripped down the umbrella, and Lin Feng felt a pang of anxiety as she looked at the darkening night around her.

It got dark, and it happened too fast.

Lin Feng gripped the handle tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She glanced subtly at Liu Laosan, who remained silent beside her, her gaze deep and intense.

Could it be because of...the rain?

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At Yang Wan's home.

After Lin Feng left, Yang Wan's attention was drawn to the photo frame in Yu Shijiu's hand.

She walked step by step under the eaves, her chin soaked and dripping with rainwater.

Grandma doesn't like others touching her things without permission.

Yang Wan, who looked like a little girl, had a gloomy face. She looked up at Yu Shijiu, who showed no fear whatsoever, and said coldly:

"What right do you have to touch Grandma's things like that!"

As she spoke, Yang Wan's neck began to collapse, and the wriggling, ring-shaped conjunctiva began to twist into long strips, seemingly ready to wrap around Shangyu Shijiu's neck at any moment.

Knowing full well that he was not in any danger, Yu Shijiu was not afraid at all. He smiled and looked down at Yang Wan, as if he could not see her monstrous and terrifying form.

"I know."

Yu Shijiu chuckled and said, "But that's not what I wanted," he spread his hands and shrugged.

"It fell down by itself, I just picked it up out of kindness."

“Moreover,” Yu Shijiu’s eyes curved slightly as he looked at Yang Wan’s clearly stunned face, leaning down slightly to meet her gaze, which had shrunk to the size of pinpoints:

"Since Grandma arranged for me to be in this room, didn't she ever think that I would see or touch these things?"