Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 794 Massacre

"...The color seems to have darkened."

Anjie frowned and said, "I remember the color wasn't this dark on the first day."

"Is it blood?"

Chen Yi said directly, "I smell a faint odor of blood."

"...I don't know."

Anjie couldn't explain it either. She frowned, wanting to say something more, when her stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound.

“…” Anjie’s expression changed, and she rubbed her head vigorously in frustration.

"Sister An, you need to eat something."

As the only one who knew what Anjie's innate skill was, Chen Yi was a little worried. He even considered feeding Anjie all the books and pens on the table.

“You can still endure it,” Anjie saw the urgency in Chen Yi’s eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry, I used to be able to pass a level by enduring hunger for half a month without eating anything. It’s only been two days, there’s nothing I can’t endure.”

"But Sister An—"

Chen Yi's urgent voice was interrupted by Yu Shijiu, who walked up from behind: "Brother Chen, Sister An, Sister Lingling can't be woken up."

Yu Shijiu hesitated and was worried:

"I suspect that Sister Lingling's talent skill may have been activated automatically again."

"what?"

Anjie and Chen Yi's expressions changed, and they no longer cared about whether they were hungry or not, and quickly walked towards the match bed where He Lingling was.

Beside the match bed, Xu Han stood dejectedly, the tall and strong young man even looking a little flustered.

"Sister An, Brother Chen..."

Xu Han said with a bitter face, "I don't know how, but I can't wake her up..."

"Let me see."

Anjie swiftly walked to the match bed, bent down, gently lifted He Lingling's eyelids with her hand, glanced at her watch, and frowned:

"My foster mother will be here in less than half an hour. I'll just use the props—"

"Whoosh!! Whoosh—"

Before Anjie could finish speaking, He Lingling, who had been unresponsive, suddenly opened her eyes and began to breathe rapidly.

"Sister Lingling!"

"He Lingling!"

"Lingling!"

"Lingling!"

Four shouts in different tones reached He Lingling's ears as she woke up, causing her to stop breathing heavily as she lay in bed.

"breathe."

Anjie frowned and pressed her hand against her chest: "Don't hold it in! Hurry up!"

Xu Han: "He Lingling, are you out of your mind?! What are you holding your breath for?!"

Yu Shijiu looked at He Lingling's flushed face and subconsciously nodded in agreement:

"Yeah, Sister Lingling! You're feeling uncomfortable holding it in—"

"call--"

He Lingling began to breathe rapidly, like a balloon that had been punctured, and her whole body curled up like a shrimp on the bed.

"I...I saw it..."

Between breaths, He Lingling said, "I saw how those 'Thumbelina' babes in the flowerpots died."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the anxious and worried expressions on the faces of the four people around him froze for a few seconds.

"In the flowerpots..." Xu Han said blankly, "Weren't they all killed by their adoptive mother?"

"He was killed by his adoptive mother."

He Lingling struggled to sit up, holding onto the edge of the bed, and Yu Shijiu quickly caught her, saying, "Be careful."

"Thank you," He Lingling subconsciously thanked Yu Shijiu, then turned back and continued, "But the way of dying is different."

He Lingling's tone became faster and faster. She thought about the past she had seen in her dreams using "Ghost Eyes," and her hands began to tremble.

"It was torture and murder."

He Lingling's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, each word distinct:

"It was the adoptive mother who tortured and killed one Thumbelina after another when she was in a bad mood."

"..."

Yu Shijiu lowered her eyelids and said, "You can tell, right?"

He met the gazes of the four people looking at him and said with a smile, "My foster mother looks pretty fake."

It's really fake.

From the very beginning, Yu Shijiu never felt that his adoptive mother truly loved Thumbelina.

Perhaps the foster mother in the fairy tale truly loved Thumbelina, but here, this is a distorted version of the fairy tale game, and it's uncertain whether the foster mother truly loved Thumbelina.

"……Too."

Chen Yi sighed, his voice a little hoarse: "If she really loved the child, why would the foster mother grab our feet and swing them around like that? Putting aside everything else, her arms and legs might get hurt if she was swinging them like that."

Chen Yi spoke quickly, and Xu Han quickly followed up: "...But what exactly was the method of torture and murder... Could the way these 'Thumbelinas' died be related to how we died?"

After saying that, Xu Han quickly raised his hand and said, "I'm not cursing us or being a jinx! I'm just curious and speculating! I just wonder if we might die by some other method..."

"Ah."

Anjie rubbed her temples and said, "Lingling, tell me in detail what you saw?"

He Lingling licked her dry lips and said slowly:

"...I fell asleep very early last night and slept very soundly..."

Time goes back to last night.

After their adoptive mother left, He Lingling and An Jie stopped talking and closed their eyes to go to sleep—it was at this moment that "Ghost Eye" automatically activated.

Although He Lingling was a little annoyed, she had gotten used to the "Ghost Eye" turning on automatically from time to time. She just sighed and closed her eyes to fall into the "dream".

The first layer of the dream shows the foster mother kneeling before an old woman in a cloak, her hands clasped together in devout prayer:

"I want a child, witch, can you give me a child?"

"……child?"

The old woman sat swaying in the chair, her cloudy eyes beneath her cloak fixed on her foster mother, and said meaningfully:

"Children are very precious treasures. What can you offer me in exchange?"

"..." The foster mother was clearly stunned for several seconds. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said loudly:

“I own land that grows crops, and those crops can feed many, many people… Witch, may I exchange half of the crops I harvest in a year for the opportunity to have my own child?”

"..."

The old woman remained silent for a very long time, so long that the foster mother could barely kneel down, and even the piety and expectation on her face faded considerably.

Just then, the old woman cleared her throat. Her hoarse voice sounded like a stone had been thrown in, somewhat unpleasant, and carried a hint of arrogant superiority.

"Two-thirds of the grain."

The old woman was well.

The foster mother's expression changed instantly. She stared in astonishment at the old woman's cloudy, gray eyes beneath her cloak, and said in disbelief:

"Witch! If two-thirds of the food is exchanged, I won't have enough to eat, I'll go hungry..."

Her voice was somewhat shrill, as if she were being oppressed by a witch.

"Raising children is not an easy thing."

The old woman wasn't angry. Looking at the anger and resentment on her foster mother's face, she said softly:

"Have you thought about whether your child will need to eat after birth? They are people, and people need to eat and be cared for, especially children who need to be raised by you from a young age."