Infinite: Dawn Game

Pastoral Rules: "..."

He looked at Zhao Xuan with a deeply moved expression, "Brother Zhao, I... I really misunderstood you before."

Zhao Xuan: "...Don't think like that."

He coughed and said with a smile:

"Like I said, we're in the same guild, so it's normal for us to help each other out. By the way, how many potions did the nun give you?"

Mu Gui's smile froze on his face. He looked at Zhao Xuan in front of him and suddenly understood something.

"Wh-what, how much medicine?"

Mu Gui stammered and shook his head: "I'm out. I only had one bottle left, which the nun gave me before—"

"Don't overthink it," Zhao Xuan said, not believing the nun had only given Mu Gui one bottle. He patted Mu Gui's shoulder and smiled.

"I was just giving a heads-up; this thing shouldn't be used carelessly."

As he spoke, Zhao Xuan pointed to his bloodshot eyes, the curve of his lips looking somewhat eerie.

“If the nun’s things haven’t been given the antidote beforehand, she never distinguishes between friend and foe. Look into my eyes. If we hadn’t been prepared, we probably would have gone berserk like those old men in the room just now.”

But Mu Gui is definitely no match for him.

Mu Gui's cheeks began to tremble. He looked at Zhao Xuan in front of him with some timidity, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He wasn't stupid; he could naturally tell that Zhao Xuan was deliberately threatening him—no, strictly speaking, it wasn't threatening but a fact.

He was a useless person who hadn't even activated his talent skills. He would have had no chance of surviving the situation where he was surrounded without the potion.

Zhao Xuan was telling the truth.

Mu Gui suddenly tightened his grip on the medicine bottle, holding it tightly, and nodded under Zhao Xuan's gaze.

"Brother Zhao is right."

Mu Gui's back was soaked with cold sweat. He unconsciously hunched his shoulders and whispered:

"I am able to live because of Brother Zhao."

Seeing that Mu Gui quickly realized his position, Zhao Xuan laughed heartily. He patted Mu Gui's shoulder forcefully and said with "appreciation":

"Now I understand why the nun likes you so much. It turns out you're so smart, Mu Gui. No wonder the nun wanted you as a confidant even though your talent skills haven't been activated yet."

Mu Gui's body was stiff.

He stared at the scattered weeds and soil on the ground, his eyelashes trembling.

No, that's not the reason... The reason the nun was so "kind" to him was actually because...

Mu Gui suddenly shivered, turned around sharply to look at the wooden door behind him, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Xuan's smile faded slightly. He turned to look at the wooden door, which was beginning to give way to the force of the strange old men's pounding, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go! We can't stay here any longer!"

Mu Gui nodded hurriedly and chased after Zhao Xuan after seeing him run away.

Just after the two had run quite a distance, they suddenly heard a heavy thud as the door slammed shut behind them.

Zhao Xuan's eyelids twitched slightly. He turned around and looked at the location of the guesthouse from afar. As expected, he found that the strange old men stood there for a few seconds before turning around and walking towards the "guesthouse" next to them.

Zhao Xuan was not surprised by this.

There were more than just a few "tourists" who came to visit. Apart from the few players who died, most of the players were actually staying in the so-called guesthouse. Just now, when he and Mu Gui were attacked, they could faintly hear players screaming in fear from the houses next door.

But no one came to help.

Zhao Xuan didn't care about any of that, but—since no one was coming to help, he ran away, and it was no longer his business whether these strange old men went to find the next few lucky ones.

"Brother Zhao, what about them? What should we do with them?"

Seeing that the strange old men were about to "knock on the door," Mu Gui hesitated and asked.

"them?"

Zhao Xuan glanced back at Mu Gui, "What do their lives or deaths have to do with me?"

Mu Gui opened his mouth, somewhat at a loss for words.

Did anyone help us when we were attacked?

Zhao Xuan asked.

Pastoral Rules: "No, no."

"That's settled then," Zhao Xuan glanced at the tightly closed doors and sneered.

"If someone had just helped open the door, we wouldn't have been in such a passive position."

At least we can still try to break through the crowd of elderly people.

Unfortunately, no player seemed inclined to help.

Zhao Xuan was too lazy to care about the lives of others, not to mention that these players hadn't even thought of helping him out recently.

"If I die, I die. It was my fate to die."

Knowing that Mu Gui definitely still had the potion given by the nun hidden on him, Zhao Xuan was still reluctant to give him a friendly look.

"Alright, let's go. Don't go back before dark."

It's not too late for them to go back after the old men have torn the players to pieces and eaten them.

"……Yes."

Mu Gui couldn't help but glance back at the house surrounded by the eerie old man, then turned his head away with some reluctance.

There's nothing I can do to help.

Mu Gui was well aware of this, so he was just saying it casually. If Zhao Xuan were to actually go and help, he would hesitate.

Zhao Xuan's reluctance actually lessened the strange sense of guilt he felt.

The wooden door not far behind them was quickly smashed down by the strange old men. As the screams of fear from the unfamiliar players rang out, Mu Gui shuddered and quickened his pace to catch up with Zhao Xuan.

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Off-screen, Xu Han was already quietly watching the live stream on the sofa. When he saw Mu Gui's performance, he frowned and complained:

"Brother Chen, this guy named Mu Gui seems a bit strange. You can't really say he's kind, but you can't really say he's ruthless either..."

Chen Yi's eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his flesh, seemed to open much wider silently. He lowered his eyes and chuckled, but his tone was icy and unapproachable.

"He only cares about himself."

Chen Yi said.

"Huh? What?"

Xu Han turned to look at Chen Yi, "What do you mean by caring about yourself?"

Chen Yi was unwilling to say more. He quietly stared at Mu Gui's drooping head and back on the screen, seemingly thinking of many past events.

"If you encounter him in the game in the future, remember to keep your distance."

Xu Han scratched his head, somewhat bewildered. "Why, why? He hasn't activated any of his talent skills yet, has he?"

“He truly lacks innate skills,” Chen Yi said calmly.

"But in the game, talents and skills are not omnipotent. People like Mu Gui are the most hateful, but also the most pitiful."

It is often these kinds of people who make seasoned players lower their guard.

"..."

Xu Han: "..."

He wanted to say that he didn't understand, but for some reason, when he saw Chen Yi smiling as usual, his heart pounded extremely fast.

Would someone with such a good personality like Brother Chen ever dislike a player this much?

What exactly did this ordinary player named Mugui do?