Infinite: Dawn Game

Inside the mud-brick bedroom, after the earthworms, which had devoured the blood and moisture on the blankets, had eaten their fill and left, Lin Feng finally regained some strength on the bed.

She shakily helped herself off the bed and walked to the blanket that was covered in slime from the writhing of earthworms feeding.

Unlike what she saw when her eyes were blurry, the blanket had not been torn by earthworms.

Even though they have mouthparts that can bite through flesh.

Only the blood created by Lin Feng was completely sucked up, not a single drop was lost.

The quilt was intact.

But this only made Lin Feng more convinced of her own guesses.

These earthworms are only there to extract certain "things" from her body, including her blood, her body, and even her flesh.

As for my eyesight and hearing, they're not very good...

Lin Feng closed her eyes slightly, and for a moment her bluish face turned as white as a dead person.

Is it possible that these earthworms and the elderly have a very strong connection?

Not the obvious connection, but a deeper one, for example...

body.

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The rest time passed quickly. When Yu Shijiu woke up in the dark bedroom, the chubby guy who had been paying attention to his surroundings immediately looked up, pounced on the bedside, and licked Yu Shijiu's fingertips.

Somewhat itchy.

Yu Shijiu blinked, and while petting the cat, sat up and lazily stretched.

Yu Shijiu felt a slight soreness all over her body from resting, and her nerves were a little weak despite the comfort. So she was stunned for a while before slowly turning her head to look at the window.

Outside the small, cramped window, it was almost pitch black, with only a few faint lights flickering, seemingly like streetlights.

Streetlights?

Do these secluded little villages even have streetlights?

Yu Shijiu sat on the bed in a daze for a while before finally getting out of bed.

Fatty, who hadn't slept all afternoon and had been "patrolling" lying down, also perked up and followed Yu Shijiu's footsteps toward the window.

As she got closer, Yu Shijiu bent down slightly to look at the small opening in the window, squinting as she gazed outside.

Unlike the streetlights I had imagined, an old lady was hunched over, holding a flashlight under the eaves to provide light.

The old lady was currently squatting on the ground, bending over, washing the dishes.

Didn't you wash the dishes all afternoon...?

Yu Shijiu narrowed his eyes slightly and stood up straight the moment the old lady looked up.

"It's time for us to have dinner."

Yu Shijiu lowered his head and said.

Fatty: "..."

It stared at Yu Shijiu for a long time with its eerie green eyes, and finally let out a helpless meow.

Why is eating the first thing I do when I wake up?

How can it be even more edible than that?

Holding onto this question that her cat brain couldn't understand at all, Fatty followed Yu Shijiu, who was preparing to go out to find food, with her cat-like steps.

Many people are thinking similarly to Feifei at this moment, such as certain players who are always trying to find Yu Shijiu's weaknesses...

"He seems to really enjoy eating."

Zhou Yuanyang sat on the sofa, propping his chin up with one hand and looking at Yu Shijiu on the screen, whose eyes were shining as she looked for food, and said thoughtfully.

The subordinate next to him nodded in agreement: "According to our investigation, Yu Shijiu does indeed have a very obvious fondness for food, even more so than for props and teammates."

Zhou Yuanyang's gaze froze for a moment as he looked at the boy on the screen, his previously thoughtful expression turning calm.

“In that case,” Zhou Yuan looked down, and the black-legged centipede slowly crawled down his cheek, landing little by little on the back of his slender, white hand.

“Bring over the player who is best at cooking in the Dawn game.”

“This,” the subordinate seemed hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yuan tilted his head to look at him, his gray pupils staring at him like those of some cold-blooded animal.

"Is there a problem?"

“...Generally speaking, there shouldn’t be any problems,” the subordinate was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, cold sweat dripping from his chin and stinging his eyes.

"But Your Excellency, the only player in the Dawn game whose talent skill is related to cooking has already been recruited by 'The Cleaner,' and given her temperament, she will absolutely not give up the chef position..."

The subordinate swallowed hard, hesitated, and then said what he was about to say:

Have you forgotten about this?

“Cleaner”…

Upon hearing the three-word appellation, Zhou Yuanyang's expression became somewhat complicated for a short time.

A few seconds later, he lazily raised his hand, and his subordinate, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately stood up, walked to the table, picked up a bowl of strawberries, and handed it to Zhou Yuanyang.

Hiss--

The centipede that had been lying quietly on the back of Zhou Yuanyang's hand like a tattoo immediately became active, poking its head out from under Zhou Yuanyang's fingertips and crawling down to the fruit bowl in his subordinate's hand.

Looking at the pitch-black centipede with its sharp mouthparts, the subordinate's heart nearly leaped into his throat, but he still held his hand firmly, not daring to show the slightest fear.

“Anjie is indeed a bit difficult to deal with,” Zhou Yuan looked down at his pet’s mouth-opening action of eating strawberries, a faint smile appearing on his androgynous face.

"But it's just borrowing someone to help cook a few meals. As a former senior player, she shouldn't disrespect the Black Robe Church, right?"

The words were spoken politely, but the underlying meaning was far from peaceful.

The subordinates understood Zhou Yuanyang's meaning, but dared not rashly agree:

"We might not be able to convince her. Although she seems easygoing, as for her personal collection, she probably has just as many items as we do—"

Zhou Yuanyang interrupted his subordinate before he could finish speaking.

Zhou Yuanyang stopped watching his beloved pet eat. He looked up, and the burns on his right cheek, illuminated by the light, resembled a long, twisting, fleshy worm, gradually intertwining and crisscrossing. His burned eyelids drooped, and his tiny gray eyes, the size of pinholes, gazed indifferently at his subordinates.

"Are you saying that my reputation, Zhou Yuanyang's reputation, is worthless?"

"..."

The subordinate wanted to kneel again, but he was still holding a fruit bowl in his hand, and for a moment he was so anxious that he almost burst into tears.

“That’s not what I meant, Bishop Zhou. I’m just… just a little worried that the ‘cleaner’ won’t lend out the cook—”

"If you can't lend it out, just 'invite' someone over. Do I have to teach you that?"

Zhou Yuanyang was clearly getting impatient. He lazily raised his hand, and the black centipede, which could have been considered cute and small, suddenly trembled.

Then, to the horrified gaze of his subordinates, it suddenly grew larger.

The gigantic centipede looked even more terrifying, from its mouthparts still eating strawberries to its densely packed, slightly hairy legs—

The subordinate was so frightened that he almost knelt down, nearly dropping the fruit bowl he was holding.

It was caught by one of the legs of the black centipede that had suddenly grown larger.

The black centipede made a continuous hissing sound as Zhou Yuanyang patted its body reassuringly.