Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 951 Sedan Chair

The instant their feet touched the ground—

The candlelight of the few swaying white paper lanterns hanging around the platform suddenly intensified!

The dim, yellowish light twisted and stretched, illuminating the hazy darkness behind the platform.

There, seemingly out of nowhere, many blurry figures dressed in white appeared.

They stood silently in the shadows, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

The couple, who were forced to get off the bus, also saw the white figures and froze on the spot.

……it's useless.

Yu Shijiu looked at the white figures through the car window and sighed slowly.

No matter what the couple does, it's useless.

The next second, the white figures that had been standing still suddenly moved.

Like pieces of paper blown by the wind, they floated lightly and swiftly toward the bus, instantly surrounding the startled couple, so densely packed that the people on the bus couldn't see them at all.

There were no screams, no struggles.

The only sounds were the rustling of paper and the more violently flickering of the lantern's flame.

Drip-drop—fine raindrops fall on the paper, drip-dropping as if dripping on everyone, chilling them to the bone.

Just over ten seconds later, those dense, blurry white shadows completely disappeared.

On the platform of the station with no return, the couple who had been surrounded disappeared.

All that remained were two sets of soaking wet, mud-covered clothes on the damp, muddy ground, and more brand-new, pale paper money scattered around them.

—Whoosh! Splash!

At the car door, a few pieces of paper money were swept back into the car by the cold wind, landing on the aisle and covering the previous ones.

As the couple disappeared, the fresh skeleton slowly lowered its arms, turned its head back, and quietly looked out the window at the two sets of clothes on the ground, as if it had only done a trivial thing.

The driver's indifferent voice rang out at that moment: "No return stop, two more passengers."

After a few seconds of pause, the driver continued:

"There are still two more new passengers on board."

The temperature inside the carriage plummeted.

The man in the gray jacket squatting on the other side of the aisle and the man who offered his seat were trembling uncontrollably. Upon hearing this, they buried their heads even deeper, wishing they could shrink into the cracks in the floor.

Xiao Juan covered her mouth tightly, stifling her scream, and huddled in Ahao's arms, trembling uncontrollably.

Ah Hao's face was ashen, he held his girlfriend tightly, but his eyes were fixed on the scene outside the car door, deep in his pupils was a profound fear and... a trace of indescribable despair.

How to do?

Is he really going to die on this bus with Xiao Juan?

Why? They were just traveling together and then taking a bus home. Why, why did this happen?

They haven't done anything bad before, have they?

"Don't, don't be afraid..." Although Ah Hao was already in despair, he still hugged his girlfriend and kept whispering comforting words, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay... Maybe, maybe those two uncles and aunts, they, they really might have gone home..."

"..." Xiao Juan didn't say anything. She just hugged her boyfriend tighter and tighter, her lips trembling so she couldn't even utter a single word.

"..."

Anjie's gaze lingered on the two of them for several seconds before she looked away and continued to look at the no-return station outside the car.

Two people got off at the station with no return, so will the next two new passengers be people?

In the back seat, Lin Hai took a deep breath, and the shimmering light in his small pupils moved much faster.

No one noticed that the hooded passenger sitting next to him, whose head was lowered, seemed to have raised it almost imperceptibly.

Mulanzhi gripped the Emei Dagger tightly, her knuckles turning white. Ma Ming, Li Ye, and Meng Lang's backs were tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Brother Lin..." Li Ye couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "Are we really going to keep waiting and do nothing?"

Li Ye meant that they should also consider whether the "passengers" coming up later might actually be human.

Are you questioning me?

Lin Hai said with a smile.

Mulanzhi's eyelids twitched, and she quickly spoke up to ease the tension: "Brother Lin, Li Ye is just a little worried—"

What are you worried about?

Lin Hai: "You will get the points you deserve."

"..."

Li Ye's expression changed instantly.

He gripped the prop in his hand tightly and subconsciously glanced at Mulanzhi beside him.

Mulanzhi gently shook her head at him.

Li Ye: "..."

Li Ye turned pale and shut his mouth, showing no intention of speaking further.

Meng Lang and Ma Ming, who were standing next to each other, exchanged a glance and swallowed hard.

It seems that Brother Lin is really in a bad mood this time. In the past, no matter what, he would never be so disrespectful to them and directly refute them. Well, this time he didn't even give Lanzhi any face. It seems that he is in a really bad mood.

Is it because the storyline of this instance is too nonsensical?

The two were puzzled, but on the surface they showed nothing.

Lin Hai can be quite eccentric at times, but as he said, he never goes back on his word when it comes to what he's supposed to give or the points he's supposed to earn.

Aren't these players constantly risking their lives in game dungeons for these very reasons?

In the front row, Anjie and Chen Yi exchanged a serious look.

No return station... As the name suggests, once you get off the train, there is "no return".

There are two spots left for boarding.

On the platform, the pale white paper money that had been fluttering suddenly gathered and rolled in a certain direction.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

Under the dim, swaying light of the lanterns, two dilapidated, faded red sedan chairs, carried by four blurry white figures, slowly "floated" out from the darkness behind the platform and stopped in front of the bus door.

The sedan curtains were drawn low, obscuring what was inside.

But a stronger, more stale scent of incense and... a scent similar to rouge and powder, yet carrying a decaying aroma, filled everyone's nostrils.

The driver seemed to pause for a moment before continuing to urge:

"Those who want to get on the bus, hurry up and get on the bus, don't waste time."

As soon as he stopped urging, the curtain of the sedan chair on the left moved slightly, lifting a corner without any wind.

A withered, pale woman's hand, painted with bright red nail polish but covered with bluish-black lividity, slowly reached out and gently rested on the sedan chair pole.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure dressed in a dark red wedding gown slowly stepped out of the sedan chair.

It was covered by a dark red veil, obscuring its face, revealing only a slightly pointed chin and bluish-purple lips.

The wedding dress was of an old style, embroidered with faded mandarin duck patterns, and the cuffs and hem were stained with dark stains, like dried blood or dirt.

It had no feet, or rather, the long hem of its wedding dress trailed on the ground, obscuring its feet.

The woman in the wedding dress stood quietly by the sedan chair, facing the door, seemingly considering whether or not to get in.

Just then, the curtain of the sedan chair on the right was also lifted.