Infinite: Dawn Game

The night was dark, with countless stars woven into it, making this moment of escaping the hustle and bustle of the city seem exceptionally tranquil and beautiful.

Yu Shijiu looked up at the sky, gazing at the countless stars, his expression unchanged.

Illusions don't replay stories without a reason; the only reason this scenario is happening now is that the other party is completely dead at this moment.

Liu Yanju never bowed her head during this "detention" until she starved to death.

Tears welled up in the daughter's eyes and fell suddenly as she looked at her cold and fierce father. For the first time, she spoke up to stop him:

"Father, Mother isn't well, we can't treat her like this—"

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Laosan interrupted her, giving her a cold look before glancing at his son, who hesitated, unsure whether to step forward.

"You still won't take action?"

The son hesitated for a moment, then said, "Dad, Dad, is this...is it not a good thing? Is it okay?"

He was a stutterer. He looked alright when he wasn't talking, but once he started talking, his true nature was revealed. His mouth and nose were crooked and distorted, ruining his otherwise decent face.

"Go when I tell you to! Don't dawdle!"

Old Liu was furious and scolded his son harshly.

The son shrank back in fright, glanced back at his sister beside him, stepped forward, took out a rope, and tied Liu Yanju's hands. His voice was low and he seemed to be in great pain.

"Mother, Mother, why, why, why, why are you so disobedient?"

If you listen to your father, he won't get angry.

If you obey, you won't be locked in the woodshed and starve to death.

Yu Shijiu understood his son's (the groom's) meaning and slowly shifted his gaze to Liu Laosan's face.

He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being the head of the household, looking at Liu Yanju, who was still stubbornly holding her head high, with an exceptionally disdainful gaze, as if waiting for her to apologize.

But Liu Yanju did not apologize.

She just looked at her son in front of her, then glanced at her daughter by the door with tears in her eyes, and finally looked at Liu Laosan.

Just a second before she was locked in the woodshed, Liu Yanju suddenly laughed.

Liu Laosan looked over instinctively, only to see Liu Yanju giving him a strange smile, as if she were both relieved and cursing.

“Cousin,” Liu Yanjun said, “you are wrong.”

"Immortality is a curse."

She gazed quietly at Liu Laosan, whose face was once again contorted with anger, and said softly:

"You will regret this."

Liu Laosan slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage and stood up.

The illusion began to descend into chaos, and Yu Shijiu and Lin Feng, as bystanders, once again watched helplessly as their surroundings began to distort.

"Liu Yanju eventually died."

Lin Feng looked at the dim vortex around him with complicated emotions and sighed.

"..." Yu Shijiu gave her a look that said, "This is no nonsense."

"Is it not obvious?"

Lin Feng remained silent for a few seconds without saying a word.

Neither of them were the type to have a good conversation, and after exchanging a few words, they fell silent.

The illusion continues.

This time, it was daytime.

When the illusion reappeared, this time, countless villagers knelt in the ancestral hall, kowtowing in a line inside and outside. At the front of the incense table was Liu Laosan, who looked much older. He knelt on the ground holding a clearly deformed baby and kept whispering something.

Yu Shijiu approached curiously, only to hear Liu Laosan's voice in his ear:

"God, I have been diligently worshipping you. Please bless us all with long lives and abundant blessings for our descendants..."

After a series of prayers, not only the "gods" but even Yu Shijiu, an outsider watching the plot, found it hilarious.

He strolled among the countless villagers who followed Liu Laosan in prayer, his eyelashes slightly lowered.

"If the gods truly heard them and blessed them, what price would they have to pay?"

"..."

Lin Feng thought of the twenty elderly people who were left in Changsheng Village, and after a few seconds of silence, she sighed softly:

"I guess it's because he had no offspring, and this is backfiring on him."

After all, the old people in Changsheng Village are no longer "people," but monsters that have been transformed.

Yu Shijiu ignored him and continued walking among the long line of villagers kneeling in prayer, occasionally glancing down at the women among them.

"No."

As they walked to the back of the line, Yu Shijiu suddenly spoke up.

"What's not there?"

Lin Feng also glanced down at the woman directly behind the back of the line, not quite understanding what she was saying.

"I don't have a grandmother."

Yu Shijiu said very seriously, "The grandma who brought me into the village isn't here."

Lin Feng was taken aback. "Is it possible that he/she has something else to do and can't come—"

“Impossible,” Yu Shijiu interrupted directly, turning to look at the queue that stretched far into the muddy ground outside the ancestral hall, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Grandma's reverence for the gods was no less than that of Liu Laosan."

Yu Shijiu just doesn't like to think too much; it's not like he really relies solely on force and not intelligence.

The old lady felt insulted by the word "earthworm" and even knelt down to pray... It seemed like such a large-scale worship ceremony should have been attended.

After all, what could be more important to a believer than the "god" she worships?

unless……

Yu Shijiu gazed at the vast mountains and fields at the end of the path, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

Unless, when the old lady was young, she was not a native resident of Changsheng Village at all.

Yu Shijiu shared his thoughts, which left Lin Feng looking on incredulously.

She carefully sorted out the clues she had found at the village chief's house, and then connected them with Liu Laosan's identity as the village chief in the illusion, frowning as she said:

"I can confirm that Liu Laosan is definitely a native of Changsheng Village. How did you guess that your grandmother wasn't?"

Yu Shijiu grunted, "It's simple, I guessed."

Lin Feng: "..."

She wanted to say something, but then felt that if she did, she would probably roll her eyes uncontrollably.

Just as the two finished talking, the surrounding illusion began to change again, this time lasting for less than ten minutes.

The frequent changes in the illusion took a heavy toll on the player's mental health. After experiencing another dizzying experience, Lin Feng finally couldn't help but clutch his chest and dry heave a few times. He didn't vomit anything, but his face turned pale.

Yu Shijiu, however, made no move.

When Lin Feng wiped her mouth and looked up, she saw Yu Shijiu calmly take out a green tangerine from his pocket, peel it, and put it in his mouth.

Noticing Lin Feng's gaze, he turned slightly to the side and stuffed the whole green orange into his mouth.

Lin Feng: "..."

She felt that she had used up all the speechless moments of her life on Yu Shijiu.

Did Yu Shijiu think he would steal his oranges?

Lin Fengguang felt an itch to bite when he thought of this guess.

The chaotic blocks of color around him began to slowly piece together until all the images reappeared. Yu Shijiu swallowed the sweet and sour orange pulp in his throat, licked his lips, and looked around.

It's still an ancestral hall.