Infinite: Dawn Game

The player watching the live stream nearby was taken aback, quickly checked today's broadcast, and a few minutes later their eyes lit up:

"Have!"

The player watching the live stream was a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties, and her voice was rather high-pitched.

"Sister Feng went inside."

Upon hearing the name, Lu Chusheng paused slightly, then hummed in response.

"Try to send a message to Lin Feng, so that when she encounters Yu Shijiu, she can help her as much as possible."

"Huh?" The female player paused for a few seconds, then hesitated before asking, "Can Sister Feng's personality help?"

Lu Chusheng said calmly, "It's just a possibility; it's hard to say who will help whom."

The female player was silent for a few seconds, then shouted, "Received!"

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After Yu Shijiu left, the few players who hadn't been chosen by the old man looked at the village gradually coming to life and hesitated.

"Is there anyone else like me who has never had an elderly person hold their hand...?"

A player nearby nodded in agreement: "Me neither."

"I also……"

Scattered around, nearly thirty people had never been held hands by the elderly.

Perhaps seeing so many people, many players who were worried that not being "held hands" as a death condition breathed a sigh of relief.

We can't have so many players die on the first day, right? Nearly half of them weren't even "selected" for the hand-holding segment.

Zhao Xuan was also among the players who had never been held hands by an elderly person.

It wasn't that no elderly people came to help him; rather, when an elderly person approached him, he took several steps back, causing the elderly person to shift their attention to other people.

"Go see what that cat was digging for."

Zhao Xuan said.

The two people following behind nodded immediately, quickly ran to the stone tablet, squatted down, and carefully examined the area that the orange cat had dug.

It must have been because the cat had just dug it up; the soil around the first stone tablet was very loose, and several earthworms, cut into pieces, were still wriggling and twisting in the soft, dark soil, making it a bit sticky and disgusting.

The players from the Black Robe Church ignored them, turned over the soil with their bare hands, and finally their eyes darkened.

The soil deep inside was unusually moist, and the soil was an extremely black color. It didn't look like pure black soil, but rather like some kind of colored liquid had been soaked deep inside and transformed into a black color. It also had a faint fishy smell.

"It looks like blood."

One of the black-robed church players whispered, "Could it be the slime from a severed earthworm?"

"...No way, what earthworm has so much mucus?"

"..."

Zhao Xuan stood behind the two of them, gazing at the excavated pit, and reached out his hand:

Give me some.

One of them quickly grabbed a handful of sticky soil from deep within and placed it into Zhao Xuan's palm.

Zhao Xuan looked at the dark reddish-black soil in his hand, squinted, and brought it closer to his palm.

The smell of blood, combined with the sticky, earthy smell of the soil itself.

The smell was so strange it was almost pungent, but Zhao Xuan was absolutely certain there was blood in the soil.

"is blood."

Zhao Xuan made his decision, clapped his hands to clean the dirt from his palms, and glanced at the messy pit that had been dug.

"Bury it properly, otherwise it will be difficult to explain if another elderly person comes out later."

Although it seems unlikely given that even the village chief has left, anything is possible. What if the village chief and the others suddenly turn back?

The other players on the open ground only dared to approach after Zhao Xuan and the others filled the pit and entered the village.

"What's wrong with that? I overheard something, like something said, 'It smells like something'?"

One player jokingly laughed and said, "Could it be blood? That's the smell that's most common in the game."

The other players: "..."

"……Seems to be."

Upon hearing this, the players, who had been forcing smiles, stopped laughing.

As they stared at the pit they had just dug up, a layer of cold sweat covered their backs.

If, if it's blood—

"What are you doing?"

The village chief, who had returned, stood at the village entrance, gazing at the players gathered in a group from afar, his voice chilling.

Players: "...?!!"

Holy crap, the village chief's back?!

For the first time in a short time, the players united as one to block the two players who were frantically digging holes behind them.

Please, please don't let them find out.

The village chief squinted, watching the several players behaving strangely. He walked step by step to the players' side, his voice hoarse:

Is there anything behind us?

The leader of the players was terrified. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and swallowed hard.

"No, no."

The village chief didn't believe it, and he reached out to push the player in front of him, who immediately cried out "Ah!"

"Oh right, right, right!!!"

The player cried out in fright, "What was I going to ask again? Oh right, I wanted to ask you, Village Chief, where should we tourists who weren't taken away by the old man stay?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief actually stopped what he was doing. "There are houses in the village specially prepared for tourists. They just won't stay in villagers' homes. It's no problem."

The player's legs were trembling, and upon hearing this, he mechanically nodded with a twitching smile:

"Oh, I see. Haha, village chief, you guys are really kind. You even prepared a place for us to stay..."

The village chief gave him a strange look: "Tourists bring business and income to Changsheng Village, which is what we should do."

"Yes, yes, village chief, you're right..."

This time, a different person spoke with the village chief. After swallowing, he slowly said:

"Well, how about we go into the village first? I'm feeling a bit tired. The air on the bus was really bad, and I'm hungry and exhausted. What do you think, village chief?"

The village chief glanced at him, his cloudy, yellowish eyes moving mechanically, a chilling, damp aura emanating from them.

The player who was staring at him froze on the spot as if being stared at by a ghost, his mind blank.

Fortunately, the village chief actually thought about it carefully, and then said:

"Since the guests are tired, please follow me."

The other players finally breathed a sigh of relief. The other two players who were blocked and frantically digging holes had large beads of cold sweat dripping from their heads, and their movements slowed down.

Just when all the players thought everything was alright, the village chief suddenly pushed aside several players who were blocking his way, and while everyone was so shocked that they couldn't control their expressions, he peeked behind him.

The two players who were digging the pit fell to the ground on the spot. They looked up in despair and met the eyes of the village chief who had poked his head out.

One of the players looked terrified, staring into the village chief's deep, cold eyes, and stammered:

"Village, village chief..."

The village chief looked at him, then at the player next to him whose hands were also covered in wet mud, and a sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Guests,"

The village chief smiled and said, "What are you all doing here?"