Infinite: Dawn Game

For the first time, Wang Xiaoling, who seemed gentle to everyone, looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes as cold as if she were looking at a dead person.

Wu Jie admitted that he was a little scared at the time.

That look of looking at a dead person didn't linger on Wang Xiaoling's face for long, probably only a few seconds, when Wu Jie heard Wang Xiaoling's response.

She said, "You don't understand her, so why can you just say she's useless?"

Wu Jie frowned blankly at the time, "She cries and throws tantrums so easily, and in a game where she could die at any moment, she keeps talking about her hair and face... What is this if not useless?"

Shouldn't they strive to improve their strength to ensure their survival in the Dawn Game?

Wang Xiaoling said, "It's her freedom to love beauty, cry, and throw tantrums."

Wang Xiaoling looked at him, her voice gentle yet carrying an undisguised coldness:

"She didn't drag anyone down."

You shouldn't have said those things.

Before leaving, Wang Xiaoling added, "Wu Jie, it's very unfair of you to always make malicious assumptions about others because of things that aren't even wrong."

"After all, she's not your friend."

You are not qualified.

Wang Xiaoling didn't say those last five words.

But Wu Jie felt his face getting hot.

I felt embarrassed, and also a little resentful that my good intentions had been taken for granted.

He was very angry at the time, and even thought that Wang Xiaoling would get injured in the game instance because of his choice of Shi Yuan... but he never thought that Wang Xiaoling would die.

Until last night, he didn't think Wang Xiaoling would die.

Wang Xiaoling is a very smart person... but it seems that it was precisely because she was too smart that she pushed Shi Yuan away.

Wu Jie was vaguely recalling his past, his feet were being squeezed as he slowly moved forward, completely unaware that Shi Yuan in front of him had suddenly stopped.

Shi Yuan's hand was grabbed in the darkness.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but the other person pulled her even tighter and closer.

When the strong smell of blood rushed into her brain from her nose, Shi Yuan almost pulled out a prop to chop off the other person's hand—until the hand holding her suddenly trembled and drew a circle in her palm.

Shi Yuan stood there, motionless.

The owner of that hand gently pulled her along, the sticky palm tugging at her heart.

Shi Yuan was pulled forward for quite a while before she slowly and laboriously managed to utter a question from her throat.

"...Is it you?"

Shi Yuan thought his voice was very loud, but it wasn't.

Her voice was very, very soft, so soft that it was like the buzzing of a mosquito's wings, and could only be heard in the quiet of the night.

The owner of that hand was still holding hers, gently drawing a circle in her palm again.

Shi Yuan suddenly burst into tears.

She gripped the cold hand tightly in her own, her eyes blurry with tears as she turned her head to look at the distorted, blurry human figure beside her.

The owner of that hand led her to the door and slowly let go.

Shi Yuan instinctively tried to hold on tighter, but found that he could no longer hold the other person's hand.

The hand that had just been drawing circles in her palm began to go limp and eventually turned into a pool of bloody water.

She couldn't hold on, and she couldn't turn back.

Shi Yuan was removed from the Fuling Hotel.

When she turned around in a panic, she seemed to see the short-haired woman who always looked at her with a gentle smile in the crowded, dark crowd behind her.

Wang Xiaoling waved goodbye to her, her eyes as gentle as ever.

Shi Yuan can't turn back now.

After being pushed out of the Fuling Hotel, she was plunged into another thick, pitch-black darkness and instantly fainted and fell into a deep sleep.

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"call!!!!"

"OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!!!"

Suddenly waking up from his unconsciousness, Xu Han hurriedly stood up, almost bumping his head into a pillar in front of him.

Chen Yi, who had just regained consciousness, grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Xu Han quickly thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, Brother Chen, thank you, Brother Chen! You scared me to death! I almost bumped my head and got a big bump..."

He Lingling was squatting to one side, covering her eyes and coughing softly with her head down.

Her eyes seemed to be better, but they were very painful, like a side effect of overuse that caused her to realize it too late.

As for Yu Shijiu... he was looking up at the hotel in front of him, which clearly had a long history, and his gaze lingered for a long time on the dilapidated signboard at the top of the hotel.

—Fuling Hotel.

Almost every character on the plaque is missing parts, faded and dilapidated, making it impossible to tell that these characters were once luxurious and decadent.

Yu Shijiu took several steps back, squinted, and looked up again at the hotel in front of him that had once hidden countless sins.

From this distance, many corners and edges of the Fuling Hotel appear to be crumbling... The entire hotel looks remarkably like a pitted and uneven piece of "brain"...

Yu Shijiu blinked, and just as he turned his head, his gaze suddenly stopped on a window on the fourth floor of the Fuling Hotel.

Beside that window stood a thin man, struggling to climb up the window frame—seemingly noticing Yu Shijiu's gaze, he slowly raised his head, revealing a weak, pale, yet handsome and familiar face.

Yu Shijiu was slightly taken aback and subconsciously raised an eyebrow.

It is Lin Shuli.

Lin Shuli, standing by the window, met his gaze from afar, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Yu Shijiu: "?"

What is he laughing at?

That said, Lin Shuli's ending is quite different from the other game dungeon bosses—

boom!

Yu Shijiu's pupils suddenly shrank.

Lin Shuli, who was by the window, jumped from the fourth floor and instantly shattered into a hideous, twisted mess.

Yu Shijiu took a step back.

He turned his head to look at the players around him, only to find that neither Chen Yi nor Xu Han and He Lingling had seen Lin Shuli jump off the building—no, they hadn't even seen Lin Shuli.

why?

As Yu Shijiu watched the blood gushing from Lin Shuli's mangled corpse spread toward him, he took a few steps to the side.

Just as he was about to talk to Chen Yi and the others about this bizarre scene, Lin Shuli's corpse lying on the ground suddenly spoke.

"I hate it so much..."

Lin Shuli opened his mouth, choking out thick blood and fragments of broken internal organs. He coughed violently, his chest heaving rapidly, and bloody tears began to drip from the corners of his eyes.

"...Why...Why are you all allowed to live..."

"..."

Yu Shijiu stopped, looking at the white, oozing brain matter flowing from the wound on the back of Lin Shuli's head. After a moment's hesitation, he said:

"Just some luck."

He said the same thing again.

Lin Shuli: "..."

Lin Shuli stared intently at him with bloodshot eyes, her lips trembling with anger as she spat out more blood and fragments of internal organs.