Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 692 The hold was blocked

Yu Shijiu's eyelids twitched rapidly several times due to physiological reasons.

Did I suddenly stumble into... a fight scene?

Not far away, Wang Ji, covered in blood, staggered back several steps by the railing, only stopping when he was supported by the railing.

Before him, Angkor's face, completely tainted, was covered with various goat-like pupils, and from the corner of each narrow pupil flowed tears of blood of varying lengths and thicknesses...

On that face covered with eerie horizontal pupils, there was more anger and... a despair that could almost completely overwhelm a person.

"Wang... Ji".

Wu Ge's lips, which also had horizontal pupils, trembled, and more blood flowed out. He stared intently at Wang Ji, who was panting and leaning against the railing, as if he were looking at the enemy he hated most in his life.

"Why?"

Angkor approached Wang Ji step by step, his fists, which had grown horizontal pupils, clenched tightly.

From Yu Shijiu's perspective, one could even vaguely see some of the horizontal pupils growing in Angkor's palm being pinched open, making a sticky and strange "splattering" sound.

Yu Shijiu had reason to suspect that it was the sound of an eyeball being crushed.

"You...won't...tell...me?"

Angkor Wat over there was still asking questions word by word like a malfunctioning robot, making "pa-pa-pa" sounds as he walked.

Brother Wang was covered in blood and nothing could be seen, but Yu Shijiu's teeth ached from listening to it.

Nobody can keep listening to the sound of eyeballs being crushed, right? That's just perverted.

Yu Shijiu, who didn't consider himself a pervert, showed an expression that was both disgusted and excited, completely unaware that his state made him look even more "perverted".

It was only after taking a closer look that Yu Shijiu finally saw Wang Ji's true state at that moment.

Upon seeing the bluish-purple skin peeking out from beneath the other's blood-soaked exterior, and the hoof-like toes protruding from the shoe... Yu Shijiu belatedly realized something: Wang Ji had also become a monster.

So now it's two monsters fighting each other—no, it's Angkor Wat unilaterally beating up Wang Ji.

Yu Shijiu blinked slowly, and seeing Wu Ge approach Wang Ji and start throwing uppercuts, lowercuts, left hooks, and right hooks again... he silently stopped in place.

He noticed that all the NPC crew members around him were looking up at the sky, squinting as if they were intently watching something.

The fighting Angkor and Wangji are like the most insignificant decorative background, completely ignored by them.

Yu Shijiu felt "Feifei" move closer to him, its fluffy, thick tail brushing against his waist lightly and softly.

"..."

Even though this is the most common thing, Yu Shijiu felt that something was a little strange.

Although Fatty used to wag his tail a lot, it never seemed to be this gentle before. It's not that being gentle is bad... but the current gentleness is a bit too "gentle," as if he's afraid of hurting himself.

No one knew what was going on in Yu Shijiu's mind, and Lu Chusheng was even less likely to notice it so quickly—he wasn't a brainwave residing in Yu Shijiu's head.

There is only one person who can be described as a "regular guest on brainwaves".

That's Xiao Li, who hasn't shown his face for a long time.

Xiao Li, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly reappeared for some reason, clicking her tongue in Yu Shijiu's mind:

[Watching these weird NPCs fight is quite interesting, why don't you go join in the fun? You used to really enjoy it, didn't you?]

Yu Shijiu looked at Wang Ji, whose head was practically being punched in the stomach by Brother Wu, and mentally responded:

I should look pretty smart, right? Why are you making fun of me the moment you log on?

Xiao Li pouted (if it had a mouth): [I have no idea. I only know you were pretty reckless in the previous dungeons, why are you becoming a bit more cautious in this one?]

While the phrase "cautious and meticulous" isn't entirely appropriate to describe Yu Shijiu, it depends on the context.

Compared to Yu Shijiu's previous gaming experiences, this description is indeed fitting.

[Depends on my mood.]

Yu Shijiu casually replied: 【I can do whatever I want.】

Xiao Li: [...]

Xiao Li sneered: "Fine, fine, I see you're just afraid of dying."

Yu Shijiu ignored it and looked up at the sky with the NPC crew members.

At this moment, the night sky was filled with a thick, gloomy gray fog, growing heavier and heavier, like a boulder pressing on one's heart, making it hard to breathe.

What are they looking at?

Yu Shijiu casually asked, "It's just that it hasn't rained, isn't it?"

Xiao Li: [...Whether they survive depends on whether it rains or not.]

Although these NPCs were already beyond dead, before they died, they still hoped that they could live forever.

Regardless of whether the body is intact or not... as long as one is alive, that's enough.

As long as I can get off the ship alive, that's all that matters.

Yu Shijiu responded and looked for Xu Han in the surrounding crowd—it was a good idea to check if Xu Han was there before going into the lower deck.

Great, I didn't see it.

Yu Shijiu lowered his head and casually patted "Fatty's" head. "Shall we go straight to the lower deck?"

Lu Chusheng patted his thigh with his tail.

"Okay, let's go."

Yu Shijiu ignored the NPCs who were standing there in a daze—oh, and some players who were almost half-corrupted/fully corrupted.

useless.

Except for certain specific people, Yu Shijiu doesn't care about the life or death of others.

People who can be easily corrupted simply have poor self-control, and well, their abilities are also very poor.

After reaching the vicinity of the hold, the man and the cat looked at the hold doors, which were densely packed with wooden barrels, and fell silent.

"..."

"Who did this?"

Lu Chusheng remained silent.

Yu Shijiu pursed her lips unhappily and reached out to push the wooden buckets.

The wooden barrels were heavy, and Yu Shijiu didn't have the patience to push them one by one, so he just kicked them one by one. Thanks to the fact that it wasn't raining anymore, the NPCs didn't notice the commotion.

The metal bucket made a deafening rolling sound, as if it were about to shatter the whole world. This sound was actually quite exaggerated—but in this context, it seemed rather normal.

After all, everyone seemed very quiet.

The NPCs ignored the noise, and Yu Shijiu paid no attention, reaching out to pull open the exposed hatch.

creak.

The sound emanating from the bottom hatch was like that of an old man in his twilight years, seemingly unable to bear the heavy burden any longer, only able to emit a feeble echo.

Yu Shijiu, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, stepped into the lower deck without any hesitation this time.

Lu Chusheng paused briefly, glanced back at the players and NPCs gathered not far away, and stepped into the lower deck without looking back.