Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 678 Tripping

Zhu Ge slowly lowered his head, and when he saw the milky white liquid in the plastic bottle, a moment of clarity flashed in his cloudy, yellowish eyes.

"What's this……"

"Stop calling this and that!"

Xu Han was extremely anxious and quickly unscrewed the plastic bottle cap and brought it to Zhu Ge's lips—"Drink up, drink up!"

As Zhu Ge's mouth grew larger, goat milk was poured in, and he swallowed it instinctively.

Gulu gulu——

The sound of liquid being swallowed was like heavenly music at that moment, and Xu Han's trembling heart calmed down considerably.

Fortunately, there were few people around, and it was dark so the people on duty on the deck couldn't see clearly, otherwise he might not have dared to take out the goat milk like that.

Along the way, Xu Han saw many people in a similar situation to Brother Zhu—both NPCs and players.

Some of them had ram horns, some had wool on their bodies, and some had strange, pitch-black teeth when they smiled... Xu Han felt horrified just thinking about the scene.

Scary...

I'm afraid I'll become weird and inhuman too.

The effects of the goat milk were immediate. Almost the instant Zhu Ge finished drinking it all, the dark brown goat horns on his head began to droop, then wilted as if struck by a downpour, finally turning into a thick, black liquid that dripped down.

"I go!"

Xu Han felt a little disgusted by what he saw, took a step back, covered his nose, and frowned.

Why does it smell so bad, so fishy, ​​so muttony...?

Xu Han felt like vomiting again.

In contrast, Zhu Ge's consciousness was gradually returning.

Zhu Ge regained consciousness as the liquid dripped from his head down the brim of his hat, feeling a strange, sticky sensation rise in his throat—"Ugh!"

A large puddle of black water mixed with sticky wool spurted from Zhu Ge's mouth, merging with the ankle-deep pool of water to form a mass of black liquid.

The sights startled Xu Han, who had just calmed down and moved closer, causing her to take several steps back.

Holy crap!!!

Xu Han was truly overwhelmed by the stench this time, and he covered his mouth and began to gag.

He vomited and staggered back several steps—"Damn it!"

Xu Han tripped over the bump behind him and landed squarely on his bottom in the puddle, his face turning red instantly.

There was embarrassment and fear—fear of the vomit that Brother Zhu had just thrown up in the puddles.

"vomit!"

Xu Han let out another earth-shattering dry heave.

Anjie, watching from the screen, took a bite of her apple and frowned as she commented:

"He threw up over such a small thing. It seems we should let him practice alone for a while."

Sitting next to him, Chen Yi shook his head and chuckled, "Xiao Han is still young."

Small?

Anjie forced a smile and said, "He's still young? Can he be younger than Shi Jiu?"

Chen Yi pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "That's still incomparable."

Anjie: "..."

Thinking of Yu Shijiu, she froze, her mouth still chewing on the apple, and looked towards another live-streaming room that remained quiet and still.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

Anjie felt a little irritated thinking about the upcoming scene where He Lingling and the others were choosing sacrificial offerings.

"almost."

Chen Yi's smile faded slightly. "It's the seventh day."

"..."

Click.

Anjie took a bite of the apple with some annoyance and sighed inwardly.

Sometimes... it's really hard not to worry.

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Day 7, 11:50 AM.

None of the three people in the room, including He Lingling, were asleep. They closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep, waiting for the "guests" to arrive.

Sun Qin was extremely uneasy at that moment.

She felt she shouldn't just wait for Shi Yuan to die in her place because she was afraid of dying... But, she had already drunk the blood and cut her finger. If she said now that maybe they shouldn't switch, would she be beaten to death?

As she thought about it, Sun Qin cursed herself several times in her heart—she got the benefit and still acted innocent; she'd be lucky not to get beaten to death!

But, should we really just wait for Shi Yuan to be dragged away by the "guests"?

Sun Qin grew increasingly uneasy, to the point that her breathing became rapid.

"Take it easy."

He Lingling, who was lying next to her, suddenly spoke up: "Your breathing is too loud."

"……Oh."

Startled, Sun Qin gave a stammering reply.

"..."

The room fell silent once again.

Outside the window, a downpour was accompanied by occasional thunder. The rain poured down the window frame and dripped into the room, the sound of the water droplets easing the tense atmosphere somewhat.

Boom!

The sudden sound of footsteps outside the door made the three people inside freeze instantly.

Sun Qin almost instantly held her breath—out of fear and guilt, she even began to fantasize about how likely it was that she would suffocate right now.

A series of noisy footsteps stopped at the door, and as Mr. Yao deliberately lowered his voice, all three people inside heard what he said.

"...They're all here...who do you want to choose?"

Mr. Yao's voice trembled slightly, perhaps because he now genuinely felt that the idea of ​​"sacrifice" was too absurd and outrageous... but he still dared not offend the "guest" and agree.

"That girl who always plays the piano."

One of the male guests said in a deep voice, "She is literate and can play the piano. If the sea god really exists, and such an excellent person is sacrificed to Him, He will surely let us return to land safely."

"..." Mr. Yao visibly stammered, "Which one? Is it, is it Hui, Wu Huimin?"

"If it's not her, then who is it?"

The male guest scoffed, "Is there anyone else here who can play the piano besides her?"

Mr. Yao, probably thinking that Wu Huimin was Brother Wu's sister, became somewhat anxious: "How about we find someone else—"

“Manager Yao,” the male customer interrupted him, his voice icy, “you’ve been preventing us from choosing Wu Huimin. Is it because there’s some secret between you that you can’t let us know?”

"You didn't have any intimate contact with her, did you? No wonder Wu Huimin wasn't very respectful to us..."

"How could this be!" Mr. Yao suddenly screamed, not daring to say anything else, and frantically pledged his loyalty:

"Sir, I absolutely could not possibly have any relationship with an employee! How could I possibly have any other relationship with an employee! I wouldn't dare, sir! You must believe me! You absolutely must believe me!"

A "plop" sound was heard as Mr. Yao finished speaking.

Mr. Yao knelt down.

"..."

The scene outside the door was all too easy to guess: the three people on the bed had their eyes tightly closed, pretending to be fast asleep.

The seventh day, 1:55.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

“Sir,” Mr. Yao said in a low voice as a series of footsteps approached, “Wu Huimin is on this bed.”

On the other bed, He Lingling and Sun Qin were stiff all over.

The one chosen—as expected, was Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan remained fast asleep until a burly male guest carried him out of the room on his shoulder. Only then did he slowly squint and look ahead—his heart trembled.

The surrounding corridors had somehow completely changed into a different "state".