Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 638 Infection

Players may have had varying degrees of success and failure... but if we look at it from the beginning, all the players who are still alive (including those who have died) were indeed very lucky when they were initially recruited.

Nobody wants to die so young.

Especially those who died at a young age for reasons that cannot be spoken of.

Shi Yuan's own cause of death is rather complicated... but what about Sun Qin?

Shi Yuan believed that the other party did not want to die so young.

"..."

Sure enough, after hearing what Shi Yuan said, Sun Qin really thought about it seriously, and finally smiled helplessly.

"If that's the case, they're all quite lucky."

After all, I was really desperate when I suddenly died.

Sun Qin still remembers her desperate thought at the time—if only she didn't work so hard to earn money.

Maybe then he wouldn't have died suddenly.

I never expected to be chosen by Dawn Games. Although the physical and mental torture at the beginning was really painful, and the later game dungeon storylines always made me want to die, I still had the thought of living.

Rebirth—resurrection.

She was brought back to life in reality and continued the life she had only had for two years.

Just thinking about it is exciting.

"Therefore, people should be content."

Shi Yuan raised his hand and tucked Sun Qin's sweat-dampened hair behind her ear, then glanced lightly at Wu Huimin, who had somehow looked up at them from below the exhibition stand.

When Wu Huimin saw her, she bent down and smiled gently.

"Wu Huimin is looking at you."

Shi Yuan looked away and reminded her, "I think she seems to want to say something to you?"

Sun Qin snapped out of her reverie and quickly turned to exchange a glance with Wu Huimin in the crowd.

Squeezed in the crowd, Wu Huimin smiled at her and silently opened her mouth.

—Playing the piano.

Sun Qin felt a cold sweat break out on her back. She quickly nodded, took a deep breath, and played the first soft note under Wu Huimin's gaze.

Shi Yuan paused for a moment, then turned to look at Sun Qin, who was playing the zither.

She noticed that as Sun Qin played the piano, the "guests" who had been clinking glasses suddenly looked up at the booth, appearing to be listening attentively.

"..."

Shi Yuan vaguely felt that something was not quite right, but he could only step aside and silently watch the "guests" around him getting closer and closer to the booth.

and many more.

Shi Yuan's pupils suddenly dilated as she stared intently at the "guests," her gaze landing on the arms of the guests in the first row.

—The “guests” in the first row, regardless of gender, almost all had their hands on the steps at the edge of the booth. From her angle, it looked like a dense mass of arms trying to climb the steps.

They wanted to come up.

In that instant, this thought flashed through Shi Yuan's mind.

This thought made Shi Yuan's heart race. She didn't quite understand the actions of these "guests" and couldn't help but clench her fists, preparing to run away.

Ding ding ding—ding ding~

As the piano music turned intense and soaring, countless hands trembled spasmodically as they lay on the steps, and at the same time, the bright dance floor lights suddenly dimmed.

Shi Yuan: "..."

Sun Qin, who was busy playing the piano, exclaimed, "?!"

He Lingling, who was "working hard" in the crowd: "..."

He Lingling was startled and looked up directly at the exhibition stand. In the dimly lit dance floor, only a few faint white lights shone from the high exhibition stand.

In the white light, Sun Qin continued playing the piano with trembling hands. The stuttering piano music echoed in the dance floor, somewhat like a strange tune with broken notes.

What happened? Why did the lights suddenly go out?

He Lingling could hear the panting coming from the crowd around her, as if many people were filled with fear and anticipation, waiting for something to happen...

Just as He Lingling was about to walk towards the booth, a soft, gentle humming sound suddenly came from beside her.

"...Sleep, sleep..."

"You won't feel pain when you're asleep... The sea is our god who will never abandon us... Sleep, sleep... We'll always be together... We'll always... We'll always be together..."

A slightly husky yet pleasant female voice reached her ears, causing He Lingling to pause as she was about to walk forward.

It was Wu Huimin's voice.

Wu Huimin continued to hum the song repeatedly, each note louder than the last.

"...Sleep, sleep..."

The sudden appearance of a deep male bass voice completely froze He Lingling in place.

"You won't feel pain when you're asleep... The ocean is our god who will never abandon us... Sleep, sleep..."

Immediately afterwards, more men and women began humming songs, which, mixed with the increasingly rapid piano playing of Sun Qin on the exhibition stand due to fear, spread like wildfire in the dim environment.

"...Sleep, sleep..."

"..."

He Lingling's brain was racing. She opened her mouth, and a familiar itching sensation climbed up from deep in her throat. Feeling nauseous, she bent over and dry heaved.

The same simple songs were repeated on and off by men and women all around, constantly seeping into He Lingling's ears, her head, and the depths of her mind—

"Well."

He Lingling could no longer bear the itching in her throat and coughed up a large amount of liquid.

With the occasional light falling from the exhibition stand, He Lingling, feeling dizzy and weak, could see the liquid she had just vomited.

In the murky white foamy water, some sticky, soft, curled-up woolly clumps gathered into flat rounds, wriggling continuously in the vomit.

He Lingling's pupils widened as she stared intently at the wool wriggling in the vomit, reaching out to touch her own neck in disbelief.

The raised bumps on her neck, resembling hypertrophic scars, made her tremble all over.

How could this be... how could this be...

When did I get infected...? Or did it start from the very beginning, from when I woke up from a nightmare and saw black lines on my neck...?

and many more!

He Lingling gasped for breath in pain, touching the raised black line on her neck, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

—Given her cautious nature, she shouldn't have overlooked the persistent itching and coughing in her throat… Yes, there was something, something was confusing her thoughts?!

What is it? What is it?

Suddenly, He Lingling remembered the bowl of mutton soup she had drunk the night before, and her breathing stopped.

At the same time, a cold, soft body with a faint smell of mutton pressed against her back.

"Lingling."

The person behind her leaned close to her ear, their cold breath brushing against He Lingling's ear.

Why aren't you singing?

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder echoed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dance floor. As the curtains were blown open by the wind, He Lingling's dizzy mind went completely blank.

Sing?

What song should we sing?