Infinite: Dawn Game

In the courtyard, Yang Wan, who had briefly looked younger, murmured softly:

"I didn't mean to kill anyone... I just wanted to leave, I just wanted to leave this godforsaken place..."

Once the blood stopped flowing from her palms, Yang Wan lowered her head and, undeterred by the pain, began to stir the stained red pieces of meat, each time with increasing force.

"I just want to leave... Don't blame me, don't blame me... God... please bless me..."

As Yang Wan pleaded, her grayish-white eyes began to move violently up, down, left, and right. As her eyes moved faster and faster, two purplish-red earthworms suddenly emerged from her eye sockets, mouth, and nose.

The earthworm's mouthparts opened and closed, and sticky liquid dripped down its mouthparts onto the meat chunks in the basin, where it mingled with Yang Wan's blood and dissolved into the meat chunks.

The players watching on the screen: "..."

One player swallowed hard and whispered, "...It's a little...a little disgusting..."

"...Is there even a need to say that..."

To be honest, the scenes of these NPCs adding something to their food behind the scenes are actually more terrifying than direct gore.

Although they weren't the ones eating it...

Thinking about what Yu Shijiu will eat when he comes back later, I added these things...

Many players exchanged glances, while simultaneously revealing gloating expressions.

Adding ingredients to food may not have any physical effect (unless it's a game-specific setting), but it's definitely a major setback, both physically and mentally.

Nothing else, it's just disgusting.

Some players looked up at the meat chunks covered in various sticky liquids in the iron basin and gagged.

Sorry, it was indeed a bit disgusting.

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Inside Changsheng Village.

Yu Shijiu led Feifei along the path, and along the way they saw many elderly people who had left early drawing water from the well in front of their houses.

When the elderly people saw Yu Shijiu, they paused for a few seconds, then simultaneously looked down at the water basin in their hands and continued fetching water without glancing at her.

Yu Shijiu greeted each of the elderly people with a cheerful smile, not caring if they didn't respond.

When they reached the end, Yu Shijiu even randomly picked an old man who was fetching water and went up to chat with him, completely unaware that the old man was silently backing away.

"Wow!" Yu Shijiu exclaimed in surprise as he squatted down next to the old man and watched him process the fish in the basin.

"Grandpa, where did you catch that fish? It's so big! It looks delicious. How are you going to cook it? Braised, steamed, or made into soup?"

The old man, overwhelmed by a barrage of questions, was at a loss for words: "..."

Seeing that the young man in front of him seemed eager to continue speaking, he quickly said:

"Get ready, get ready to make soup, drinking soup is good for your health..."

After saying that, the old man continued to slowly clean the gutted fish, looking wary as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

Yu Shijiu, however, was completely oblivious to this awareness. He tilted his head, watching the old man clumsily process the fish scales, and suddenly said:

"Grandpa, is this your first time cooking fish?"

The old man paused in his work of scaling the fish. He looked up at Yu Shijiu expressionlessly and coughed:

"Cough cough, what? How could that be? The people in our village are all experts at handling fish..."

Seemingly afraid that Yu Shijiu wouldn't believe him, the old man deliberately sped up the speed at which he was scraping the fish scales, as if to show that he was indeed an "expert" at processing fish scales.

—If the fish in his hand hadn't been scraped to pieces.

Yu Shijiu looked at the fish, whose skin and even flesh were scratched, with great interest, and winked with a smile:

"I see. That's why grandpas and grandmas love to eat meat."

As we strolled along, we saw elderly people squatting by the well in almost every household, processing "meat"—some of which were the "pork" Yang Wan had mentioned, and others of the "fish" that the old man was currently scraping off...

But whether it's fish or pork, they are both types of meat.

The lunches that the elderly people in Changsheng Village now prepare for tourists are almost all the same cuisine.

Yu Shijiu wouldn't believe it if there wasn't something wrong with it.

He looked into the old man's obviously stiff and guilty eyes, and chuckled:

"oops."

The boy stood up and patted the dust off his trouser legs. The floral short-sleeved shirt that should have been worn by an old man looked quite young on him.

"I'm sorry, I just really like eating meat, so I asked a few more questions."

"Then I won't disturb you as you continue cooking."

Yu Shijiu spoke the last three words with a heavy tone, as if he was trying to confirm something, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The old man was terrified. He watched as Yu Shijiu walked away with the cat until his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

If this happened to an ordinary elderly person, such a fall would likely result in a broken bone or a lot of suffering. However, he merely glanced at the ground beside him, stood up, and continued washing the meat.

After all the tourists had left, the old man glanced around and, just like Yang Wan, began to cut himself, spitting out phlegm and blood.

Players outside the screen, forced to watch the live stream again: "..."

Oh well, you'll get used to it.

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Around noon, Yu Shijiu strolled back to Yang Wan's house like a street urchin. He had practically walked all over the village that morning, making sure that every household was washing meat and cooking before returning "home" satisfied.

"Milk--"

Yu Shijiu had just reached the courtyard gate and was about to push it open when a cold body suddenly pressed against her from behind.

The chubby guy next to him instinctively opened his mouth to bite the person who came in, but froze on the spot when he saw the person's face.

Yu Shijiu simply pulled out a fruit knife, nimbly twisted his body backward, and used the force of the person to press the other person against the earthen wall next to him.

In an instant, the mud on the earthen wall fell down in a flurry, and both the newcomer and Yu Shijiu choked on a mouthful of mud.

Yu Shijiu choked, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't forget to quickly grip the fruit knife and press it against the person's throat—

"Uncle Gong?"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man in front of her coughing silently with his head turned to the side, Yu Shijiu's eyes widened in surprise:

"Why are you here?"

Uncle Gong in front of me was as pale as paper. He was a middle-aged man who was originally quite energetic and healthy, but he looked more than ten years older in just one day. His hair was gray and his face was haggard.

After the old man at the village entrance finished "selecting" the tourists from each family, Uncle Gong said goodbye and then disappeared.

Yu Shijiu thought the other party was just an insignificant NPC, but judging from the current situation, it seems that Uncle Gong has a storyline to tell...

Faced with Yu Shijiu's surprise, Uncle Gong's eyes reddened. He grabbed Yu Shijiu's hand, and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks, soaking the dirt on his face into two grayish-yellow mud streaks.

“Ten, nineteen,” Uncle Gong’s voice trembled, his lips cracked and bleeding.

"Run, run!"

"Chang Sheng Village, everyone in Chang Sheng Village—no, they're no longer human! They, they're all monsters!"