Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 950 Streetlights

Anjie leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and tried to recover from her mental exhaustion and the churning hunger in her stomach.

She's so hungry she could practically eat a whole cow... If things really come to that, Ange suspects she might just stop suppressing her hunger and start eating the passengers... That way she could at least save on props, though the visuals and taste might not be acceptable to most people...

Thinking about the strange and inhuman things she had eaten after activating her talent skill, Ange felt a bit of a headache.

I haven't eaten those disgusting things in a long time. Will I throw up this time if I eat whatever I want?

Probably not...

As for Xu Han—after secretly transferring the rest of his healing power to He Lingling, Xu Han fainted.

Yeah, I fainted.

He Lingling lowered her eyes to look at Xu Han, who was unconscious and leaning on her shoulder, and sighed softly.

It's good that he's unconscious. Xu Han is lucky. Being unconscious might mean he'll see fewer terrifying passengers boarding the bus... If he's even luckier, he might just open his eyes and pass the level?

He Lingling was amused by her own thoughts, but the jumbled mess of clues and plot in her mind prevented her from laughing.

"……well……"

He Lingling sighed softly and began to ponder how she could "draw out" Lin Hai's memories.

Only after seeing all the memories can you know what the "Homecoming" dungeon was like before it was adapted, and maybe you can clear it sooner?

He Lingling felt confident that she could do it, even though she couldn't move any part of her body except her head...

Just like the silence on the "Living" side, the forest side was equally quiet.

Mulanzhi and the other three male players warily watched other directions inside the carriage, especially the five skeletons.

Lin Hai himself seemed to be in a state of deep thought or introspection, his small eyes half-closed, with only the occasional flashes of light in his pupils proving that he had not fallen asleep.

"Five minutes until the no-return station."

The driver's voice suddenly broke the silence that had lasted for more than twenty minutes.

Upon hearing this, everyone tensed up.

Anjie, who had been dozing, immediately opened her eyes and looked out the car window.

Outside the car window, it was still pitch black, but faintly, in the far distance, a very faint, dim yellow light, different from the streetlights, appeared, though that light looked wavering from afar…

Anjie squinted, thinking that the light looked a bit like... the light of a candle being blown by the wind?

But why are the station lights candlelight?

The bus began to slow down.

"We've arrived at the no-return station."

The driver's hoarse voice was like a death knell: "Those who want to get off, get ready to get off now."

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the platform outside the window.

This time, the scene at the platform outside the train door was even more eerie than at Burial Mound.

Unlike the dilapidated streetlights of the previous three stations, there were only a few worn-out paper lanterns with white paper covers, swaying in the cold wind and emitting a pale, dim warm light.

The light from the lanterns illuminated a small, dilapidated wooden platform.

The edge of the platform was almost completely submerged by weeds, and there was no one there. Only the pale, round and square-holed paper money fluttered in the air and fell softly in the fine, cold rain.

The pale paper money fell onto the muddy ground and the rotten wooden planks, silently covering a layer of snow-white paper platform.

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The driver opened the car door.

A musty smell of incense and paper money, mixed with the dampness of rain and the earthy odor, wafted in through the open car door.

Before the people inside the train could react, the cold wind on the platform suddenly intensified, swirling up several pale white paper money bills, which drifted into the carriage and landed on the cold floor of the aisle.

Inside the carriage, there was a deathly silence.

No one moved.

The passengers with their heads down did not move.

The five skeletons that were newly loaded onto the vehicle did not move.

The living passengers dared not move at all.

The players from both guilds naturally remained silent.

The driver waited for a while, and seeing that no one was getting off, he impatiently urged them in a gruff voice:

"We've arrived at the no-return station! Anyone getting off? Hurry up! If we wait any longer, the new passengers will be arriving soon!"

Still no one answered.

The driver's tone also began to sound strange, hoarse with a hint of barely perceptible... malice.

"No one's getting off? Then..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

In the back of the carriage, the fresh skeleton next to Ma Ming, which had been facing the window since sitting down, suddenly turned its head slowly and extremely stiffly.

Its cloudy eyeball rolled, its gaze first sweeping over Ma Ming beside it (whose body tensed instantly), then over Lin Hai, Mu Lanzhi... and finally landing on the couple who had been clinging tightly to each other, crouching in the corner of the aisle.

It raised its arm, covered in rotting flesh and tendons, and pointed at the couple who were bowing their heads, too afraid to speak.

There was no sound, but the meaning was crystal clear.

It told them to get off the bus.

The couple suddenly raised their heads, their faces drained of color, their eyes filled with desperate pleading.

The husband opened his mouth as if to beg, but no sound came out. He just shook his head desperately and held his wife, who was trembling with fear, even tighter in his arms.

But the arm of the fresh skeleton did not fall down, and the remaining cloudy eyeball stared at them without blinking.

An even stronger stench of decay and death filled the air, mixed with the smell of paper money and incense drifting in from the No Return Station, making one feel nauseous.

The driver's voice rang out again, this time with a clear and unyielding tone:

"Did you hear me? If you're getting off, hurry up! Don't waste everyone's time!"

This statement seemed to trigger some kind of rule.

The couple's bodies suddenly began to tremble violently. The husband's face flashed with struggle and pain. Finally, he lowered his head and whispered something in his wife's ear.

His wife burst into tears instantly, clutching his clothes tightly and shaking her head desperately.

But her husband forcefully pried her hands off, supported her, and, trembling, walked step by step toward the open car door, where pale white paper money was fluttering.

Their steps were unsteady and heavy, each step seemingly treading on a knife's edge.

As Yu Shijiu and the other three "living" people passed by, they all saw the deep, unspeakable sorrow and relief in the husband's eyes, as well as the collapse and regret on the wife's face.

Sorrow, relief, collapse, regret...

Yu Shijiu blinked, feeling that the emotions in the couple's eyes looked a little strange.

He can understand sorrow and collapse, but what about relief and regret?

They were forced to get off the bus to their deaths, so why would they feel relieved—oh no, relief could also be interpreted as them no longer wanting to live in fear, but no matter how you look at it, regret can't give them any excuse, right?

The couple, supporting each other, stepped off the bus with heavy steps, slowly making their way onto the slippery, muddy ground of the no-return station, which was covered with paper money.