Infinite: Dawn Game

Some of the dirty stairs were very steep, and when you stepped on them, they made a "gurgling" sound as water dripped under your feet, feeling damp. Scattered around were some withered, semi-damp grass and black liquid residue that remained in the corners even after being washed.

Yu Shijiu had just glanced over when she saw Xu Han in front of her slip and almost fall.

He reached out to steady Xu Han, who almost slipped and fell. "Be careful."

Xu Han, pale with fright, trembled as he looked down angrily at the "thing" that had caused him to fall.

Then he saw a sea fish whose eyes had been stomped on and were bulging out.

The dead fish eyes stared at him motionlessly, their pale, lifeless pupils looking somewhat eerie in the dim light.

Xu Han: "..."

Just one second of eye contact with the sea fish whose eyes had popped out and whose mouth was gushing out mucus and blood, and the sweat that had been pouring down Xu Han's neck instantly disappeared.

He gritted his teeth in fright, "Holy crap—"

Then you see a foot kick the fish to the side.

Xu Han: "?"

Yu Shijiu casually withdrew her foot. "That's all. Let's go."

Xu Han: "..."

He nodded, his lips twitching, and carefully watched his step to avoid stepping on another... sea fish with its eyes popping out.

Xu Han silently quickened his pace, following behind the others as they walked deeper into the lower deck.

Yu Shijiu, who was walking behind him, turned his head to look at the dead fish that he had just kicked aside.

The fish, already in a gruesome state, was kicked so badly that half of its body rotted.

White, blood-tinged mucus flowed from the mouth of the sea fish, whose body was half rotten, and its bulging dead fish eye stared intently at Yu Shijiu, who was looking at it.

Yu Shijiu observed it carefully for a while, and lost interest after confirming that the sea fish showed no signs of reviving.

The figure of the burly, dark-skinned man leading the way was obscured by a hazy filter, but his voice could be heard from afar.

"Hurry up, or there might not be any mutton left..."

"..."

Xu Han, who was carrying a barrel of wine, swayed slightly in front of him.

Yu Shijiu quickly walked behind him and helped him up, carrying the wine barrel with one hand, the sound of the wine sloshing inside the barrel filling his ears.

"Be careful, we're almost there."

Xu Han blinked the sweat from his eyelids, sighed, and hesitated before whispering:

"Shi Jiu."

Xu Han hesitated for a moment: "Can you smell a fishy smell?"

Yu Shijiu behind him remained silent.

Xu Han's heart skipped a beat, and as he hurriedly turned around, he heard Yu Shijiu's response.

"Ah."

Yu Shijiu seemed to nod. "I can smell it."

I don't know when it started, but in this area that is always surrounded by a gray filter, in addition to the pungent and spicy smell of alcohol from the barrels, there is now a strong fishy smell that makes people frown.

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The staircase leading to the second-floor cabin.

Because she was a woman, He Lingling was assigned by Brother Wu to carry some glass bottles, while the other two female players followed behind her with their heads down, carrying light items such as aromatherapy diffusers.

He Lingling turned around and glanced at one of the short-haired female players who was looking down, and pursed her lips.

"Don't look around."

Angkor, who was leading the way, was carrying a large bunch of bright red roses. His hands and body were rough, and the thorns on the rose stems could only leave a few white marks on his dark skin.

"When the door opens, remember to bow your heads."

Facing the three women, Angkor's voice softened slightly—no, not softened.

He Lingling has always been sensitive to the emotions of humans (NPCs are all human before they become monsters).

For example, at this moment, although Angkor's voice sounds gentler than when he was speaking to the "crew," there is a deeper, strange pity about him.

As He Lingling watched Wu Ge's retreating figure, she could almost hear her heart pounding with every step she took.

Angkor... He sympathizes with them.

why?

Why would Angkor sympathize with them?

Because they are women?

Or is there some other reason they are not yet aware of...?

"I know you're not doing well outside, that's why I'm doing this."

Angkor stepped onto the creaking steps, saying, "Work hard, and as long as you're alive, you can make money."

Now, not only He Lingling, but the other two female players also realized something was wrong.

The short-haired female player, who had been keeping her head down, looked up, revealing a beautiful, bare face with pale lips and a cold expression.

"...How much money can I earn?"

Shi Yuan spoke up: "Brother Wu, can you guarantee that we will get the money after we disembark?"

He Lingling subconsciously looked at Angkor Wat, who was standing still.

Another female player looked at Shi Yuan beside her in a panic, wondering why this woman, who hadn't spoken since boarding the ship, suddenly dared to make a sound.

Angkor, who was walking ahead, turned around and looked down at Shi Yuan, who was looking up at him. Some unknown tiny flies were flying on the dim light bulb above his head.

Wu Ge looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I can guarantee that."

"But the prerequisite is that you have to survive."

Shi Yuan: "Okay, I understand."

Angkor gave her a deep look, then turned and continued walking uphill.

He Lingling's heart was pounding.

She now... has a not-so-good guess.

After turning a corner on the slightly narrow steps, you only need to climb three or four more steps to reach the second-floor cabin.

Boom boom boom!

Angkor, who was walking at the front, raised his hand and knocked on the tightly closed door in front of him.

The gate has a modern design, with gilded door handles and exquisite gilded patterns that clash with the narrow steps.

He Lingling and the others could hear the pleasant piano music and the laughter of men and women talking through the crack in the door.

Just by listening to the sounds, the cabins on the second floor are completely different from those on the first floor.

Just like steps and gates.

No one opened the door.

About five minutes later, Angkor raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

More than a minute later, the sound of lazy footsteps came from behind the gate.

"It's so annoying."

As the door was pulled open, the man in the white shirt and trousers swirled the wine in his glass and then splashed it at Angkor, who was holding a red rose.

Angkor wasn't angry at being splashed with a glass of red wine; he hunched slightly and spoke in a low voice:

"Sir, we are here to deliver the roses, aromatherapy oils, and some beautifully designed glass bottles and cups that you need."

The man coldly tossed his wine glass at Angkor Wat.

The wine glass bumped against his body and fell to the ground, making a sharp, shattering sound.

"Alright, just put the roses here on the ground and you can leave."

The man stepped aside, directed Angkor to place the roses, and then looked up at the three women behind Angkor.

After carefully examining the three men's figures and appearances, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"As for these young girls who came to deliver necessities, come with me."