Infinite: Dawn Game

“Yes,” He Lingling pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth and tidied up the messy table into a clean spot.

“I want to see how well he controls his emotions,” He Lingling said, her eyes empty and dark.

"After all, I'm looking for a player I can work with long-term."

Anjie paused as she opened the insulated box. "You can come with us."

He Lingling chuckled and spread her hands, saying:

“I know, but Sister An, you don’t lack support players, there’s no need to make room for me.”

Too many support-type players gathering together will only make the big guilds more envious, and once they get envious, they'll have to make a move.

Strictly speaking, Anjie's team only has one and a half attack-type players. Besides Anjie herself, only Chen Yi can be considered half an attack-type. Xu Han's skills are very good, but he is still in his growth period. If he is noticed by a large guild, Anjie will have to put in a lot of effort.

He Lingling herself was the same.

Her innate skill is even more terrifying; it allows her to discover some of the player's past and future, even if it's just random fragments, it's enough to attract the attention of some major guilds.

Anjie silently continued setting out the lunchboxes. After the delicious-looking food was arranged, she turned her head to look at Yu Shijiu on the TV screen, who seemed to have noticed some clue, and suddenly said:

"What if I told you that Yu Shijiu would join us?"

He Lingling's smile gradually disappeared. She stared at An Jie's expression, which seemed to indicate that she wasn't joking at all, and her face gradually became serious.

“Anjie, don’t joke around. With a talent like Yu Shijiu’s, there are quite a few big guilds in town who want him. As far as I know, both the monitoring team and the Black Robe Church, which came in second place in last year’s competition, are vying for Yu Shijiu. How could he possibly choose to join a small team with only three people?”

A guild needs at least five people to form, but Anjie and her two friends couldn't even gather enough members for the smallest guild.

In response to He Lingling's words, An Jie shook her head:

"No."

Seeing this, He Lingling sighed and said, "I knew Yu Shijiu would never agree—"

"No kidding."

Anjie put down her chopsticks, her voice very soft.

He Lingling froze for a moment, staring at An Jie, whose blue-streaked hair, hanging by her side, swayed slightly, and whose eyes exuded a convincing calmness.

"Yu Shijiu will join us."

He Lingling opened her mouth: "How confident are you?"

Anjie lowered her eyes. "Ninety."

"It started at twenty, but now I'm ninety percent sure."

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Yu Shijiu was completely unaware of the solicitation incident that occurred in a room in the town.

He had just picked up a memorial tablet that looked fairly intact, squinted and carefully examined the name on it, when he put it down and suddenly felt an itch in his nose and sneezed.

The dust that had just subsided suddenly rose again, causing Yu Shijiu to cough once more.

He coughed as he put the memorial tablet back, stood up with teary eyes, and quickly jumped down the steps.

The memorial tablet had three characters written on it in red paint.

Liu Yanju.

Comparing these three characters with the font on the other memorial tablets, it's easy to see that all the tablets placed on this tiered platform share the same surname.

Liu.

Everyone's surname is Liu.

This includes some women who appear to have married into the family.

But isn't it a bit strange if they all have the surname Liu?

Yu Shijiu blinked, and as the tears that had welled up in his eyes dripped down, four words came to mind.

Inbreeding?

Even though he hadn't really studied for many years, Yu Shijiu knew that people with close blood ties shouldn't date or even get married, but Changsheng Village looked so old and isolated from the world, so it seemed to make sense.

Of course, it is also possible that the memorial tablets on these tablets are all originally from Changsheng Village, and outsiders are not qualified to be worshipped.

Yu Shijiu didn't dwell on it for too long. After the pain from being choked by dust subsided considerably, he cleared his throat and called out to Feifei, whose fighting in the shadows had lessened.

"Fatty, we should go now."

As he spoke, Yu Shijiu patted his dirty hands and said:

I'm a little hungry.

Upon hearing this, both the chubby guy in the corner whose body was obscured and the players in front of the screen were stunned for several seconds.

Almost everyone rolled their eyes at the same time and complained:

"What the hell is this bottomless, empty stomach?"

"I remember he ate at least five large steamed buns with fresh meat and a bowl of plain porridge for breakfast, not including the snacks that NPC named Uncle Gong gave him... Is that really a cow's stomach?"

"Tsk tsk, that's more than that! It's not just cow's stomach anymore, it's practically sea stomach!!"

"..."

Putting aside the complaints from players outside the screen, the tearing and meowing sounds from the corner grew louder and louder. When the sounds finally disappeared, Yu Shijiu almost couldn't resist taking an orange out of his pocket and peeling it.

But his hands were so dirty that he forced himself to resist the urge to peel the orange.

Fatty emerged from the corner with a disgruntled gait. His body was covered in blood and bits of pale purple-pink flesh, and a strong, fishy smell emanated from him.

It smells a bit like dirt, and a bit like the fishy smell of pure blood.

"Meow--"

It's clear that Fatty is very angry. Instinctively, it wants to lick the dirt off its body, but perhaps because its intelligence has increased after entering the Dawn Game, it simply can't bring itself to lick those disgusting-looking things.

The price it pays is that it becomes exceptionally irritable and violent.

Specifically, it glared at Yu Shijiu, who was waiting for it, and ran out of the ancestral hall first.

Yu Shijiu stood there blinking, glanced back at the corner with the strong fishy smell, and finally went over to take a look.

Just as he had guessed, there was nothing left in this corner that was completely invisible from a distance.

Only on the cement floor and the black soil at the corners of the walls, there was still a lot of grayish, thick sap, which was tangled together in strands, and there was also a lot on the ceiling.

It was a very strange sight, and the smell was extremely unpleasant.

Yu Shijiu glanced at it and then turned and left.

Outside the door, Fatty still didn't leave. It darted into the grass and rolled and rubbed against it desperately, finally meowing in pain.

Yu Shijiu looked at him with a smile and burst out laughing.

Is it really that dirty?

Fatty stretched its neck up and looked at him, then meowed in surprise.

The meowing sound in Yu Shijiu's ears automatically turned into the angry words, "It's really dirty!"

He smiled even more broadly, his face, which had gained a little weight recently, puffed out slightly, and his dimples deepened.

"Okay, okay,"

Yu Shijiu walked over to Feifei, patted its fluffy head, and raised its chin.

"Isn't there a river ahead? Let's go wash up there."