Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 862 The Poor It?

A humanoid monster with an indistinct face took a knife for him, and he even thought about "helping" it pull the knife off its back?

Players watching this scene would probably think they've gone crazy...

But right now, Anjie has no better option.

The identity of the fleeing knife-wielding attacker is unknown, and he may still be lurking in the darkness, hidden in a cave... She herself is also injured, and her strength is gradually waning...

On the contrary, this strange creature in front of us... seems to be in a very peculiar state, as if we can communicate with it?

Anjie now desperately wants to go back and pull He Lingling up... He Lingling must know how to trick the other party into revealing more clues and plot details.

Yu Shijiu is also an option.

Ange began to hate her own poor communication skills—but her damn appetite was getting stronger and stronger.

Gan!

Anjie silently cursed herself several times in her heart, finally swallowing the saliva spurted by her strong appetite, and whispered:

"Listen to me, let me help you pull the knife out first, okay?"

She repeated the same sentence.

Seeing that the long-haired female ghost with her head drooping on her shoulder still didn't react, Anjie took a deep breath, recalling what He Lingling, Yu Shijiu, and even Xu Han had said to the toad, and racked her brains to say:

"Aren't you in a lot of pain? Pull the knife out and it won't hurt anymore, trust me, okay? It won't hurt if it's not pulled out..."

"..." The long-haired woman remained silent for a few seconds.

Just when Anjie thought it was about to suddenly attack, it slowly, extremely slowly nodded, and even loosened its grip on Anjie's body a little.

"...Be gentle...be gentle..."

The long-haired woman spoke in a strange, low voice, with a hint of pitiful pleading.

Anjie: "..."

This feeling is extremely bizarre.

A monstrous creature that could suddenly turn on you and kill at any moment has actually told you to go easy on it...

Anjie's eyes twitched, but her hand carefully supported the monster—its touch was cold, stiff, and had a sticky, damp feel—somewhat like the feeling of a person frozen into an ice sculpture in the snow and then melting.

Ange gestured for the long-haired female monster to sit against the wall.

The long-haired woman's eyes, hidden beneath her eerie thick black hair, stared at her, and she actually obediently sat down by the wall.

Anjie breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she quickly looked down and shone the beam of her flashlight on the stab wound in her waist—it wasn't deep, but it was still bleeding.

Anjie forcefully tore open the bath towel she had taken out and quickly applied pressure to bandage the wound.

After doing all this, she turned the flashlight beam towards the long-haired female ghost sitting against the corner of the wall.

Under the bright white light, the monster's appearance became clearer and even more gruesome.

The pristine white dress was practically tattered, stained with dark red blood and black mud. Her limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, revealing glimpses of white bone. Her skin was an eerie, deathly pale, and her long, filthy hair obscured her face, making her features indistinct.

The knife was stuck in what appeared to be below its left scapula, quite deep into the flesh.

Ange crouched down, trying her best not to look at the unsettling details or the broom that the long-haired female monster was holding tightly.

"I'm going to draw my sword now, it might hurt a lot."

She reminded him, while remaining fully alert and ready to retreat at any moment.

If the long-haired female monster tries to attack her, Ange needs to make sure she can run fast enough.

The long-haired female monster did not respond, but merely flinched slightly and slowly nodded.

"No...no...be gentle...be gentle..."

Upon hearing this, Anjie took a deep breath, gripped the knife hilt with her right hand, gritted her teeth, and pulled hard—

"Uhhhhhhhh-!"

The long-haired female monster let out a short, shrill scream, her twisted body convulsing violently, and an even stronger stench of decay filled the dim cave.

Anjie successfully pulled out the dagger, which was covered with some dark, sticky substance that she couldn't identify, as well as some dark red blood.

Anjie quickly threw the knife aside and looked warily at the long-haired female monster who was leaning against the wall and wailing.

The long-haired female monster curled up, clutching her twisted arm, and began to sob softly again:

"It hurts...it hurts so much...why...why are you doing this to me...why...you clearly...you clearly said you would...you said you would...save..."

Its voice was filled with pain and a deep despair.

This stirred something within Anjie. She recalled the attacker from earlier, the image of him stabbing at her without hesitation, only to have the strange creature block the attack.

"That person from just now," Anjie asked tentatively, her voice sounding somewhat abrupt in the empty cave, "Do you know him?"

The crying stopped suddenly.

The long-haired female monster suddenly raised her head. Although her face was not visible, Anjie could feel that the gaze behind the long hair suddenly became sharp.

"...He...they..." The long-haired woman's eerie voice began to tremble, no longer simply pain, but mixed with anger and fear, "They...said they would...said they would save me...with sticks...belts...beating me...it hurts...it hurts so much...there's blood everywhere...everywhere..."

The long-haired woman spoke faster and faster, her sentences becoming fragmented, and her already broken and twisted body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Later...later I...later I ran away...I finally...finally escaped...It's so dark here...so dark...so dark...so cold...so cold..."

"I shouted... but no one... no one answered me..."

"Why...why me...I have...everything...gone...nothing..."

The long-haired woman's eerie voice gradually rose in pitch, regaining its chilling madness, and the temperature around the cave seemed to change accordingly, becoming colder and colder.

Its severed arm, which was tightly gripping the earthen wall, also began to tighten, the force so great that it made the dust in the cave increasingly heavier.

Anjie suppressed the urge to cough and swallowed her saliva again, fueled by "hunger."

Who are the "they" it refers to?

"calm down!"

As the frenzied screams from the long-haired monster's throat grew louder, Ange had to forcefully speak out to "comfort" it.

Ange took a step forward, the pale beam of her flashlight fixed firmly on the long-haired monster that was beginning to stir restlessly, and whispered:

"Look at me! Listen to me! The person who hurt you has run away! Now it's just me here!"

The long-haired man's strange movements stopped abruptly.

It tilted its head, "looking" at Anjie, and through the gaps in its long hair, there seemed to be two faint lights flickering.

“…You…are different…” it murmured, the frenzy in its voice slowly subsiding, returning to its confused state, “You…didn’t want to push me away…you…helped me…you came closer…you came closer to me…”

Anjie secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems I guessed the right direction.

This bizarre behavior and speech are largely based on his obsession with life—the pain of being beaten, scolded, and abandoned, and his extreme sensitivity to "getting close" and "getting away."

"Yes, I even got your knife back for you. We should be considered friends now, right..."

Following its words, Anjie slowly straightened up and whispered:

"But I need to leave here for now—"

Upon hearing the word "leave," the long-haired female monster immediately became agitated again, lunging forward with such speed that it stirred up a gust of cold wind.

"No! I can't leave! If you leave... if you leave, I'll be all alone again... It's so dark... so dark... it's so dark here... so cold... waaaah... so cold... so cold..."