Infinite: Dawn Game

"what?"

Yu Shijiu tilted his head slightly and pinched the dusty "heart" hanging down in the corner of the ceiling with some dissatisfaction.

is fake.

The texture in my palm was somewhat soft, but more of a rubbery, leathery feel, a strange, slippery sensation.

Yu Shijiu didn't like this kind of thing; it reminded him of some unhappy memories.

But if it's fake, does that prove that ancestral halls aren't actually scary?

Yu Shijiu patted the dust off his hands. The rubber "heart" in front of him swayed as he threw it away, and dust fell in a flurry.

Having confirmed that the "heart" was fake, Yu Shijiu strolled leisurely around the ancestral hall.

The ceiling, the steps where the memorial tablets were placed, and the surrounding red cloth and memorial tablets were all covered with a thick layer of dust, cobwebs were everywhere, and mosquitoes were flying and crawling in the dark corners. Looking at it this way, it was clear that no one had been to the ancestral hall for a long time.

It's a bit strange.

Yu Shijiu looked up at the crisscrossing wooden beams on the roof of the ancestral hall, lingering for a long time on the spider webs covered with thick spider silk.

The chubby guy next to him was still sneezing, and each sneeze would blow up the dust in front of him, followed by another sneeze.

Fatty: "...Meow!"

This cat is so annoying! Why is a cat's nose so sensitive?

Yu Shijiu finally noticed that Feifei kept sneezing. He stood there for a moment, then, without changing his expression, tore off the hem of his clothes.

tear-

The long strip of clothing was torn neatly at the edges. Yu Shijiu folded it slightly in half and bent down to start tying it on Feifei.

"It should be somewhat useful," Yu Shijiu whispered as she tied a few bows on the back of Feifei's head.

"Fatty, your nose is amazing!"

Fatty: "..."

Its eyes suddenly lit up, and it quickly raised its head, adopting an attitude of "it's nothing special."

To be honest, if an animal is this intelligent, it can be a little frightening, and you might even be afraid to get close to it.

But when you get to a place like Dawn Game, which is completely beyond the realm of science, Fatty's posture actually makes him seem cute.

For example, Yu Shijiu.

His amber eyes lit up for a moment, and then he hugged the chubby guy who had just tied his homemade mask and stroked him gently.

Yu Shijiu reluctantly let go of Feifei after touching him for a full minute.

This time, Feifei didn't sneeze. It stared intently at the cramped, dark corner behind Yu Shijiu and scratched at the ground impatiently.

The ancestral hall floor was made of ordinary cement, and the sound of sharp claws scratching it was a bit shrill, with a tingling, cold sensation.

Yu Shijiu also noticed something was wrong behind him.

Before he could even turn around, he saw that Fatty had already run uncontrollably into a dark corner and started scratching.

Accompanied by the sound of some kind of mollusk being torn apart by claws, sticky liquid splattered from the corner, and a strong earthy smell began to spread throughout the ancestral hall.

Yu Shijiu did not rush over.

He stood there watching the fat creature peeking out from the corner, and lazily yawned.

The thing behind me just now had poor visibility, so its eyesight was probably not very good, and it didn't seem to pose much of a threat.

You should trust Fei Fei.

Yu Shijiu thought.

As for that thing in the corner that he still can't see clearly...

Yu Shijiu's gaze gradually moved downwards, and when he saw the black mud in the corner of the ancestral hall where cement had not been laid due to shoddy workmanship, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that Changsheng Village is really poor.

They were poorer than he had imagined.

But the most interesting thing is this dilapidated ancestral hall.

Judging from the elderly's consistent thinking, they all have a kind of belief that young people don't understand, similar to ideas like ancestral graves and returning to one's roots.

It's truly baffling that such a representative place as the ancestral hall would fall into such a state of disrepair.

Although Yu Shijiu was too lazy to think about it.

He had already figured it out: let the other players in the game handle all the tasks that required thinking, while he, as an offensive skill player in the eyes of many, should just "honestly" be a brute with strong limbs.

But we still need to figure out the points that pique our curiosity.

For example, names that are hard to read or missing limbs.

While Feifei and some mollusk were "fighting" each other, Yu Shijiu stepped up the stairs with great interest and casually approached to examine the signs with illegible handwriting.

Such disrespectful behavior would probably be condemned by some people in real life, but in a game instance, it doesn't matter.

In reality, Yu Shijiu probably wouldn't care at all.

Yu Shijiu was bending over, curiously picking up a memorial tablet left behind by someone after their death to examine it. From the dark corner over there, the angry meows of Fatty and a strange hissing sound could be heard from time to time.

The tranquility inside the ancestral hall actually seemed quite eerie.

Whether it's Yu Shijiu or Feifei.

The players watching from outside the screen were somewhat silent, unsure whether to say that Yu Shijiu was as oblivious as ever, or to praise his strong mental fortitude.

What happened to the promise that his pet was his baby? Is he just going to let his "baby" fight alone with something he hasn't even seen the whole picture of yet?

Men are indeed all big liars and scoundrels.

He Lingling was sucking on her milk tea through the straw, chewing on the chewy black tapioca pearls with resentment.

There was no other reason; it was simply because she couldn't play the game that frequently enough to complete it.

Earning a million points is no easy feat, even if you're willing to cut back on food, drink, and accommodation... it's still not easy.

After all, it would be ridiculous if you didn't spend your points and ended up dying in the game without even a proper corpse.

He Lingling chewed on a pearl, looking at Yu Shijiu on the screen who was bending over and looking at the memorial tablets one by one, somewhat speechless.

She remembered that just ten minutes ago the other person seemed to think looking at the memorial tablets was a waste of time, but the next second they became interested in them again.

He does indeed have an eccentric personality.

He's quite nonchalant.

Just as Yu Shijiu on the screen was looking down at the name on the memorial tablet, He Lingling's doorbell rang.

Jingle Bell--

He Lingling got up, and the first thing she did was look out through the peephole.

It's Anjie.

Her heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, relaxed, and she opened the door to let the other person in.

"Here we go again, Sister An. I told you, I don't want to find regular teammates for now."

Anjie raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, lifted the takeout food in her hand, and smiled:

"Who said I came to ask you to add me as a teammate? I came to deliver food. Chen Yi made too much, and I thought it was too wasteful, so I asked you to have a meal with me."

He Lingling's eyes lit up, and she laughed, "Okay then, please thank Brother Chen for me."

As they were talking, Anjie also noticed Yu Shijiu on the television screen not far away, and her gaze paused for a moment.

"Are you watching Yu Shijiu's live stream?"

Anjie asked.