Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 959 How is that possible?!

These "pollutations" deliberately released by Yu Shijiu were like a ferocious beast that had been provoked. Not only were they not afraid of Lin Hai's attacking and venomous mental pollution, but they also began to greedily and actively devour and tear apart the negative energy that surged into their bodies.

Yu Shijiu frowned and couldn't help but rub the sharp tips of his claws together.

Anjie was busy fighting the humanoid phantom and didn't notice what Yu Shijiu was doing—but Chen Yi and Xu Han both saw it.

Chen Yi was almost in shock and tried to stop Yu Shijiu, "Jiu! You've lost control?"

Xu Han was also a little worried, "The carriage is full of that black mist, could Shi Jiu have been affected?"

Chen Yi's face darkened. "No, I have to go and take a look."

After finishing speaking, Chen Yi instructed Xu Han on what to do later and then quickly walked towards Yu Shijiu.

Here, Yu Shijiu felt the two polluting forces within his body, both belonging to the same game instance but completely different, colliding, entangled, and eroding each other intensely.

For a moment, Yu Shijiu even vaguely heard a scalding, corrosive "hissing" sound in his ear that made his teeth ache.

But he still heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind, and turned to nod at Chen Yi who was getting closer.

“Brother Chen,” Yu Shijiu raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, “I can control myself, trust me.”

Chen Yi opened his mouth, wanting to tell Yu Shijiu not to be so certain, but in the end he didn't say a word. He just clenched his fists and calmly considered how to drag Yu Shijiu back later.

No matter what happens, at least people must not get hurt.

Especially since Yu Shijiu's mental state has only just stabilized, we mustn't let it all go back to square one.

Unlike the two who still had time to talk, the hooded passenger next to Lin Hai opened his mouth and let out a shriek of surprise and anger.

It clearly hadn't expected that Yu Shijiu would actually have a way to deal with its mental attacks.

It still uses a method similar to "swallowing up pollution".

Perhaps provoked, or perhaps out of anger, the scars on the hoodie passenger's body began to writhe, and more dark red pus and blood oozed from the wounds. His face, a blend of Lin Hai's and his girlfriend's features, became even more distorted and pained.

"What...what is on you?!"

The gentleness on Lin Hai's face vanished, replaced by deep astonishment and even greater madness.

Yu Shijiu did not answer him.

Taking advantage of the brief stalemate caused by the collision of the two forces within him, he suddenly lunged forward several steps.

The target wasn't the forest, nor the hoodie-clad passenger, but rather—

The ghost couple with their red veils fluttering in the wind.

What He Lingling had Xu Han say earlier made Yu Shijiu think a lot.

If Xiao Juan, A Hao, and this strange couple are all shadows of Lin Hai and his girlfriend... then the shadows of the wedding dress, representing the "resentment of the unfinished wedding," could very well be one of the keys to unraveling Lin Hai's obsession.

But there is another possibility... that this strange couple is the key to breaking the current situation.

"Stop him!"

Lin Hai's pupils widened suddenly, and he angrily ordered Mu Lanzhi and the others to stop Yu Shijiu.

Upon hearing this, Mulan sighed inwardly, but in the end, she, Li Ye, Ma Ming, and Meng Lang all stepped in to stop them.

Flames, sword winds, and the sharp, cold light of the Emei daggers attacked Yu Shijiu from different directions.

After dealing with the two phantoms, Anjie turned around and saw what was happening. Despite being scratched on the shoulder by one of the phantoms, she managed to free her short blade, which flew out of her hand and transformed into a streak of azure meteors, accurately striking the prop knife in Ma Ming's hand.

Clang—!

The sharp weapons collided violently, producing a piercing and ear-piercing noise.

Xu Han also secretly threw out a ball of black thread—the thread expanded outwards for a moment upon landing, barely deflecting the trajectory of the flames burning in Li Ye's hand.

Li Ye's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously looked at the spot where the ball of yarn had appeared.

Xu Han felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly lowered his head, leaned on He Lingling's shoulder, closed his eyes, and kept repeating to himself, "You didn't see me, you didn't see me, you didn't see me..."

He Lingling, who was undergoing repairs but could hear everything outside, was speechless.

Her lips twitched involuntarily, but she thought Xu Han was both funny and clever.

Sometimes, Xu Han is really smart... although his cleverness and quick wit seem a bit out of place in popular opinion.

Although Anjie and Xu Han's stealthy help disrupted the attack route of the four players of "Echo", Mulanzhi's Emei dagger and Meng Lang's silent backstab still reached Yu Shijiu's side.

Yu Shijiu blinked, and a long-unseen axe quickly appeared in his right hand.

He gripped the axe, bent back to dodge Meng Lang's backstab, and swung his hand to strike at Mulan Zhi's Emei dagger.

when--!

"Your weapon is so strange," Yu Shijiu said, looking at the sparks from the attack of the axe and the Emei daggers. "Will I be able to cut it in half?"

"..." The gentleness on Mulanzhi's face had long since vanished. She sighed, her heels almost crushing the ground beneath her feet.

"It shouldn't be possible. After all, it's a game. If it were that easy to cut, Dawn would be too useless."

Mulanzhi said.

Upon hearing this, Yu Shijiu raised an eyebrow, but increased the force of his axe, pressing it down inch by inch towards Mulanzhi.

"is it?"

Yu Shijiu's eyes crinkled with laughter. "How about we give it a try?"

Mulanzhi broke out in a cold sweat, and out of the corner of her eye, she briefly exchanged a glance with Meng Lang, who had been dodged but rushed forward again.

Right now—"—Huh?!"

Meng Lang was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a huge beast's claw and thrown onto an empty seat with a loud bang, accompanied by Meng Lang's painful cry.

"Meng Lang!"

Mulanzhi's expression changed drastically as she looked at Yu Shijiu, who was still gripping the axe and relentlessly applying force to her, with disbelief.

"elder sister."

Yu Shijiu smiled obediently, then increased the intensity, his voice soft and calm.

"You seem to have forgotten my left hand."

Mulanzhi: "..."

Mulanzhi bit her lower lip hard, and the taste of blood instantly entered her brain from the bite wound.

How could she forget—she didn't forget at all!

She was just wondering how Yu Shijiu could possibly control two weapons at the same time!

Yes, Yu Shijiu could not possibly use both weapons at the same time, whether it was the axe or the corrupted left arm of the beast!

How can this be? !

Mulanzhi's mind was in turmoil, but the force in her hands didn't lessen much.

Yu Shijiu quite liked her personality, and the weight of each axe strike became heavier and heavier.

There's nothing I can do.

He needs to deal with Mulanzhi quickly before he can help Sister An and Brother Chen...

Meng Lang felt a sharp pain in his neck. He huddled in his seat, clutching his neck, and slowly stood up, trying to lunge forward while supporting himself on the seat—but his arm was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand.

Meng Lang felt a chill run down his spine. He endured the pain and turned his head, only to meet the eyes of a middle-aged man who looked ordinary, even tired and uneasy.

"..."

Looking at the face of the other person, which was clearly that of a living person, Meng Lang's heart slowly calmed down.

I guess the living passengers were frightened by what happened in the carriage...

Meng Lang subconsciously ignored the other person's cold hands, and endured the tearing pain in his throat as he spoke words of comfort:

"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon—"

Before he could utter the last word, Meng Lang's pupils widened suddenly as he stared in disbelief at the middle-aged man's face approaching him.

This...how...how is this possible?

laugh--

The cleaver was pulled from Meng Lang's chest by the middle-aged man, splattering hot blood all over him.

In an instant, all the passengers who had stood up in the carriage rushed toward Meng Lang and the middle-aged man, the dense crowd completely obscuring the tragedy unfolding there.

The players from both guilds, who were busy fighting each other, didn't notice what was happening on Meng Lang's side.

But who would have thought that the real "culprit" on this bus would strike just before reaching the final stop?

The answer is, no one.

"It's hot, it's so hot..."

The middle-aged man looked at Meng Lang's wide eyes, and a look of joy appeared on his tired, weathered face, which was splattered with blood.

"Shh, shh..." The middle-aged man leaned closer to Meng Lang and whispered, "Look, it's hot now, isn't it? It's hot now, isn't it? Wasn't it very cold just now? Very cold, right?"

Meng Lang's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He wanted to scream, but because his neck was severely choked, he couldn't speak. He could only feel the knife piercing his heart again and again, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Ah—uh—"

Meng Lang felt a sharp pain in his eye socket, but his cry of pain was muffled by the crazed-looking middle-aged man and forced back down.

Shh! Shh! Don't speak!

The middle-aged man's left hand dug deep into Meng Lang's eye socket, his rough fingers digging into Meng Lang's eyeball as if stirring a pastry.

Meng Lang was in so much pain that he almost fainted—he wished he could just pass out!

It hurts so much! It hurts so much!

The pain of having your eyeballs gouged out while you're still alive is something no ordinary person can endure!

Damn it, how could he die at the hands of such an ordinary NPC!

Meng Lang weakly raised his hand to resist—snap!

The middle-aged man suddenly raised the blood-dripping cleaver in his right hand, followed by a dull thud as the cleaver sank into flesh and bone.

In that instant, Meng Lang felt his tendons and bones being severed.

Before the excruciating pain, what swept through my mind was the muffled cracking sound of bones breaking, low and deep, followed by the ripping sound of muscles being torn apart by force, sticky and sticky, like tearing a thick cloth soaked in blood. The crisp sound was muffled in the flesh, mixed with the chaotic shouts and screams of the people around me.

Meng Lang's arm was cut off.

Immediately afterwards, his eyeballs were also gouged out by the middle-aged man.

"Okay...okay, it's out..."

The middle-aged man looked with delight at the bloodied eyeball in his hand.

Behind the eyes, which were contorted with terror, were some pinkish-white, curled tendons and red, twisted blood vessels, stained with blood and foam. The limp, dangling nerves in his hand were still trembling slightly, as if they hadn't yet come to their senses.

As for Meng Lang... he had already died from the excruciating pain.

Blood trickled from his empty, bloodshot eye sockets, dripping onto his bare shoulder. The bloody, mangled cross-section was a gruesome sight, both nauseating and terrifying.

Almost the next second after Meng Lang died, the system notification sounded in the ears of all players.

【Ding】

[Meng Lang, the player in "Echo," has died. There are currently nine surviving players remaining in the dungeon "The Return."]

The system's cold, death warning echoed in the carriage, only to be instantly swallowed up by the even more frantic noise around them.

Lin Hai's small pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed it—

A being that was subtly connected to one's spirit vanished suddenly, like a kite with a broken string.

It wasn't just Meng Lang; something deeper, something that coexisted with his obsession, was forcibly severed by some more primal violence.

"Meng Lang?!"

Mulanzhi cried out in alarm, and the Emei daggers' attack became slightly disrupted.

Yu Shijiu seized this momentary opening and exerted force with both the beast's claws and the axe!

boom!

Mulanzhi was thrown backward by the shock, crashing into the back of the seat, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

But she ignored her own injuries and looked in horror toward the direction of the crowd of passengers—there, the dead passengers who had inexplicably gathered slowly dispersed, revealing Meng Lang lying on the ground in a gruesome state, and a middle-aged man holding a blood-dripping cleaver with a strange, satisfied smile on his face.

The man's face... overlapped with the face of the madman in Lin Hai's memory at a certain moment.

"impossible……"

Lin Hai's voice trembled, "He's already...he's already...he's clearly already been—"

"We're in the game, Lin Hai."

Anjie's icy voice came from not far in front of him; she had just shattered the last humanoid phantom.

Due to the intense fighting, the blue light on Anjie's short blade had dimmed considerably, and the wound on her shoulder, torn by the phantoms, was so deep that the bone was visible, but she still stood straight.

"In the game Dawn, everything in your memory will be rewoven and reproduced. The part you are most obsessed with will be transformed into this bus instance that keeps moving forward until it reaches the end."

Anjie gripped the short blade in her hand and continued, "And you... the murderer in your memory... he is also here, existing in another form."

As if to confirm her words, the middle-aged man slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over everyone and staring straight at Lin Hai. A hollow and frantic smile, exactly like the one he remembered from that madman, spread across his lips.

"Cold...so cold...kill a few people...and it'll get warm...it'll get warm...yes, yes...find a few more people, find a few more people..."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, holding a machete that was dripping blood, and took a step, but instead of heading towards Lin Hai, he staggered toward the driver's seat.

The driver didn't turn around, but the red hat on his head moved slightly.

"The murderer...the driver..."

The hooded passenger next to Lin Hai made a strange hoarse sound, and his scarred face contorted with extreme pain and anger.

"They... all deserve to die... they all deserve to die!"

Its resentment surged again, even overpowering the eerie aura of all the other non-human beings in the carriage.

"Ah Hai...we...we'll kill him first...we'll kill them all!"

As the hooded passenger continued to scream, Lin Hai's eyes gradually shifted from initial shock and disorientation to a deeper madness.