Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 863 Testing

"..."

She felt Fang Youhua constantly reaching out to pull at the blanket, and despite her fear, she carefully opened her eyelids a crack.

Then—Yang Hua saw a pair of eyes that were bloodshot.

Yang Hua: "..."

Yang Hua's heart nearly jumped into his throat.

Flowers bloom in this place.

Fang Youhua actually kept her eyes open while covering herself with the blanket?! Seriously, doesn't she find it tiring to keep her eyes open all the time?!

Yang Hua quickly closed his eyes before Fang Youhua realized he was awake.

That's why I missed the scene of Fang Youhua pulling at the blanket and pausing.

"..."

Fang Youhua looked down at the "sleeping" Yang Hua, somewhat surprised and puzzled, and softly called out to him:

"Xiaohua?"

Yang Hua's skin instantly broke out in goosebumps.

"Xiao Hua?" Fang Youhua called softly, her voice echoing faintly in the quiet, empty room.

Are you awake right now?

——————————The cave.

It was as if even the air inside the cave had frozen.

Anjie could hear her own heartbeat in her ear.

Thump thump—thump thump thump—

The flashlight in his hand trembled slightly, its white light fixed firmly on the long-haired female monster's hand that was slowly parting her long hair.

The sticky bloodstains made a faint, teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound when the hair strands separated.

Anjie blinked her sore eyelids. The first thing she saw was a smooth, overly pale forehead, and then... her eyebrows and eyes...

Anjie held her breath.

The eyebrows and eyes look somewhat familiar...

However, just as those eyes were about to be fully revealed—

"Ho... ho ho..."

The long-haired woman abruptly stopped her strange movements, uttering a series of indistinct syllables as if something was stuck in her throat.

Anjie's held breath instantly crumbled, and she frowned as she asked, "You—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The long-haired female monster in front of him trembled violently as she parted her hair, as if she had touched something extremely painful.

"No...no...I can't look...I can't..."

Its voice suddenly turned sharp and fearful, with a hysterical resistance.

"My face...my face...it's all...it's all my fault...it's all my fault...it's all my fault...my face, face, face, face, face, face, face, face, face!!!"

The last few "face" words were repeatedly roared from deep in the long-haired female monster's throat. The dense "face" words in her ears made Anjie feel as if she had been contaminated by some unknown thing. She had tinnitus and dizziness, and almost lost her footing. She had to reach out and hold onto the wall to keep her balance.

After uttering a string of the word "face," the long-haired female monster suddenly covered her face with both hands. Her thick, long hair fell down again, completely obscuring her face, leaving only her mournful, desperate wails echoing repeatedly in the narrow cave.

"They...they...it's all my fault...it's all my fault...it's all my fault...it's all my fault...it's all my fault...it's all my fault! It hurts! It hurts so much—it hurts so much!!!"

Anjie was startled by the sudden turn of events and took a half step back. The wound on her waist was aggravated, and a sharp pain made her gasp.

But she couldn't care less; a strange, icy chill crept up her spine.

"Your face...is it your face's fault?"

What does it mean? Does it mean its face was disfigured, or something else?

Seeing that the long-haired woman's strange emotions were getting out of control again, and the cold aura around the cave was getting heavier and heavier, Anjie knew she couldn't let her continue, so she immediately interrupted her.

"Okay! Okay! We won't look! We won't look! I won't look at your face!"

Anjie raised her voice, drowning out the long-haired man's wailing. Her tone carried an undeniable firmness, yet it also contained a subtle hint of reassurance.

“Listen! The deal is still up! I remember your voice! Once I’ve healed my wounds, I’ll come back to you! Or if I encounter those bad people you mentioned… I will come back and tell you too.”

The long-haired woman's cries subsided slightly, but quickly turned into suppressed, intermittent sobs.

The long-haired female monster huddled in the corner, hugging herself tightly, like an abandoned child.

"Really...really...?"

"real."

Anjie spoke resolutely, and began to slowly retreat step by step, her gaze fixed on the other person, swallowing hard.

"So, you stay here obediently and wait for me to come back... Do you understand what I mean?"

The long-haired female monster did not answer, but only whimpered softly, but the impending sense of madness seemed to be slowly subsiding.

Anjie dared not say anything more, nor did she dare to turn around. She simply faced it and retreated step by step back in the direction she had come from.

Anjie kept shining the flashlight beam on the long-haired female monster until she turned another corner and their vision was completely cut off. Then she turned around abruptly, grabbed the wall, and practically dragged herself away from the area occupied by the long-haired female monster as quickly as possible.

The pain in her waist and the mental exhaustion surged like a tide, but the instinct for survival sustained Anjie as she continued to move forward.

Anjie quickly pulled out another book and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing and swallowing with a serious expression. The burning hunger in her stomach finally subsided a lot.

The attacker is likely still in the vicinity; I must get back to a relatively safe room as soon as possible.

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inside the room.

After tucking the blanket around the "sleeping" Yang Hua, Fang Youhua quietly looked down at Yang Hua's face.

In the dim light of the flashlight, she lay awake, her bloodshot eyes filled with no sleepiness, only an empty stillness and the occasional flash of bewilderment that even she herself could not understand.

Yang Hua kept his eyes tightly closed, feeling that all the muscles in his body were stiff.

She could only continue to pretend to be "sleeping" while smelling the lingering stench of blood on the tip of her nose.

But just now, when I inadvertently saw Fang Youhua's eyes, I saw an inhuman coldness in them, and Fang Youhua seemed to notice my opening my eyes and shouted...

What exactly did Sister Fang do outside? Did she really see herself open her eyes?

Was the blood on her from an injury? Or is it not Fang Jie's blood? If it's not Fang Jie's blood, then whose is it?

Yang Hua was in a state of utter confusion, sweating profusely, yet he still dared not move.

Time flowed slowly in the dead silence.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but just as Yang Hua was about to be overwhelmed by her fear, she heard a faint, dragging footstep outside the door, along with suppressed, heavy breathing.

Yang Hua's heart jumped into his throat.

Fang Youhua reacted instantly. She turned her head very slowly and silently, her cold, empty eyes fixed on the wooden door.