Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 717 Mixed Voices

"..."

Sun Qin and Shi Yuan both looked at Yu Shijiu, who continued to slash forward despite having his shoulder pierced.

“It seems,” Shi Yuan hesitated, “not too good?”

He Lingling: "?"

What does "not too good" mean? Could it be—

"So, the collarbones on both sides were pierced, right? That place is called the collarbone, isn't it?"

Sun Qin hesitated for a moment: "I haven't read many books, I'm sorry."

He Lingling's breath hitched: "..."

As expected! Once Yu Shijiu activated his talent skill, he didn't care whether he was injured or not.

Xu Han…is Xu Han coming back soon? He should be back soon, after all, he's always been lucky. At this point, the ram-headed man is most likely either hiding or has been completely “swallowed” by A Jin…

"shoulder blade."

Shi Yuan calmly continued Sun Qin's words, his gaze falling on Yu Shijiu's continuously bleeding wound:

"There's no need to worry for now, but judging from my observation, Yu Shijiu can only last about twenty minutes at most."

The side effects of using innate skills have always been severe. Shi Yuan's "stand-in" type innate skill will actually cause temporary "death." He Lingling's side effect of gaining "eyes" due to desire is that she will become blind again. As for Yu Shijiu's innate skill, which is similar to overdrawing the body's energy in advance... just like before, after the skill completely fails, Yu Shijiu will be a "useless person."

Shi Yuan gently rubbed his fingers together under the blanket, and finally said:

"Although it's not nice to say this... I still want to say it, Yu Shijiu seems like he might not even be able to last twenty minutes."

Yu Shijiu had been fighting the giant sheep alone for so long. The giant sheep was a monster and of course didn't feel tired. Its severed arms, legs, body, and head would "regenerate" again and again... But Yu Shijiu was a "human".

In the real world, a person who dies remains an ordinary person in a game instance.

"Twenty minutes..."

He Lingling silently repeated those four words, her heart pounding.

She knew that Shi Yuan's words were a reminder to her—if her guess was wrong again, all of them would likely be "left" in the "Sheep Sacrifice" instance as NPCs.

Thinking about the possibility that everyone might gradually be assimilated into "goats," He Lingling felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

Xu Han must return within twenty minutes, otherwise, given Yu Shijiu's current condition, she might not be able to hold on for long, after all—there are less than thirty minutes left before they leave the dungeon!

Where's Feifei?

He Lingling took a deep breath and quickly asked, "How is Feifei doing now?"

"That orange cat?"

Shi Yuan spoke up again, one step ahead of Sun Qin: "Its condition is alright. Apart from occasionally pouncing and biting people, the goat-headed people it is fighting don't seem to be very aggressive."

Of course, this statement is relative to Feifei and Yu Shijiu—if it were an ordinary player, they would probably have been eaten away, leaving only their head.

The male player over there, exhausted and looking desperate as he was chased by several dead goat-headed players, is a perfect example.

Sun Qin stared at Shi Yuan in horror, finding it hard to believe that the words "not bad" and "not too aggressive" had just come from Shi Yuan's mouth.

She swallowed hard, looking at the grotesque, monstrous-looking sheep-headed people crawling on the ground, using all four limbs to attack the "fat" sheep-headed creatures with their horns, and shrank back even further.

She figured if those goat-headed men got within two steps of her, she'd probably run away in terror.

How could Shi Yuan possibly say something like "not very aggressive"?! She's terrified!

The "fatty" being discussed was now fully conscious. It lay slowly in the murky darkness, meowing a few times before raising its paws to lick itself.

"Meow!"

Fatty, who could see what was happening outside through his eyes, was quite shocked. He meowed several times and his fur stood on end.

—What's going on, meow? It's not over yet, meow?

Lu Chusheng: "..."

Lu Chusheng moved with lightning speed, biting off another sheep-headed man whose arms and legs were reversed, blood dripping down his fur.

"Lai Bao, stop making noise."

Fatty: ?

What do you mean, meow? Why are you arguing, meow?

"Soon."

Lu Chusheng's voice rang out in the darkness: "Sleep a little longer."

Fatty: ...

I can't sleep, meow! I've had enough sleep, meow!

"..."

Despite the constant meowing of the fat cat in his mind, Lu Chusheng seemed completely undisturbed as he leaped and tore through the sheep-headed crowd.

The taste of blood in his mouth grew stronger, and the stench of mutton and the wailing from the sheep-headed men on the deck grew louder—Lu Chusheng remained expressionless and continued to roar as he charged at the sheep-headed men who were trying to attack Yu Shijiu from behind.

Almost there... Almost there...

The sheep-headed man's head, torso, arms, thighs, internal organs... were densely packed with body tissues, staining the deck a deep red. The consistency was so high that every time Lu Chusheng jumped down from a height, it felt like he was stepping into a clump of sticky gel.

It felt disgusting and creepy on my feet.

But there was no time for Lu Chusheng to be annoyed or disgusted. He cautiously observed the sheep-headed people around him who were beginning to "regenerate" or rather, to "glue" their severed limbs back together and stuff their internal organs back into their bodies. Their breathing became faster and faster, and they retreated further and further back.

Behind him, Yu Shijiu, who was confronting the giant sheep, had bloodshot eyes. His pupils, which were barely visible before, had completely collapsed, leaving only a series of spiderweb-like blood-red veins oozing blood.

The giant goat's horizontal pupils stared at him, and the wails and cries of men and women mixed with the bleating of the goats rushed into Yu Shijiu's ears.

"Run...you can't escape..."

"No one...no one can...no one can...leave this ship..."

"Don't...resist... anymore...stay...stay with us...stay with us..."

"..."

More and more familiar male and female voices rose up like a grand chorus, deep, painful, collapsing, desperate, twisted, ferocious... The NPCs' countless grievances almost solidified in the roars.

Yu Shijiu slowly blinked away the blood seeping from her eyes, her vision briefly clearing for several seconds after being blurred by the blood.

"We can't leave... No one... No one can leave... Brother... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't... I shouldn't have kept it from you..."

This is Wu Huimin's fear and regret before her death.

"Hahahaha... Stay here! Everyone... everyone... everyone must... stay and be buried with us!!!"

This was Angkor's curse to everyone on the ship before he was stabbed to death.