Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 778: Rest in peace

No, no, no—

Fang Youhua's mind went blank.

The player who was killed by the woman was clearly very brave; she couldn't possibly have been scared into screaming by such a low-level "inspection method"!

This was just the beginning; one of their players died right at the start of the guild tournament dungeon.

What exactly is the reason? What exactly is the reason—

Fang Youhua's mind was in chaos due to her anxious emotions, and her thoughts suddenly froze.

She thought of the rich fragrance emanating from the woman—the scent of bread and flowers.

The first female player to die seemed to have told herself a long time ago that she was allergic to pollen.

hay fever.

Could that be the reason?

Could that be the reason?

Fang Youhua remained silent for a very long time after realizing that this was the reason.

Only after the woman had finally finished inspecting all the players and closed the door in satisfaction did she slowly open her eyes and stare at the vast, distant ceiling.

"Sister Fang..."

A suppressed cry came from a fellow player nearby: "Xiao Nan, she... Xiao Nan, she..."

The player was a young girl who, suppressing her fear and distress, stared at the head of the female player named Xiaonan, somewhat incredulous.

"She shouldn't have died, she shouldn't have died. Xiao Nan has so many props and so much magic, how could she possibly die?"

"..." Fang Youhua sat up, looking up wearily at the match bed beside her. She froze as she was about to speak.

"Why is there only a head? Where is Xiaonan's body—"

“There it is, Sister Fang,” the female player said, her voice trembling with sobs, pointing to a flowerpot that was quite large for them not far away. “Xiao Nan’s body was torn apart by that woman and thrown into the flowerpot.”

"..."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone, including Yu Shijiu and the others who had just sat up and were about to get out of bed, froze.

Yu Shijiu paused in his lazy yawn. He was closest to the flowerpot, and he had indeed smelled a strong stench of blood while he was pretending to doze off from the women's quarters.

But he only thought that the woman was too violent when she committed the murder, which made the blood smell stronger—who would have thought that it would be so close to him?

Yu Shijiu subconsciously looked up at the flowerpot, and the first thing that caught her eye was a pale, tightly clenched hand.

Crimson blood dripped faintly from between his clenched fingers.

"..." Yu Shijiu hesitated for a moment, then got out of bed and stepped back.

Yu Shijiu, who had taken several steps back, looked up at the flowerpot and blinked in surprise.

Inside the flowerpot, the female player from the Eye of All Things was torn to pieces. Her arms, legs, and torso were carelessly thrown into the soil by the enraged woman. Her pale, corpse-like skin was covered in mud, giving the horrifying impression that human limbs were growing out of the soil.

"...She's so pitiful."

Xu Han wiped the cold sweat from his arm and leaned closer to Yu Shijiu, saying dryly:

"I was terrified just now. I thought the woman was going to grab me and spin me around like a top..."

Xu Han's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke. He suddenly remembered something: although he wasn't caught and turned into a spinning top, He Lingling and Chen Yi were forced to perform the spinning top motion.

"..." Xu Han suddenly shut his mouth, looking somewhat nervously at He Lingling, who was limping toward him.

He Lingling first glared fiercely at Xu Han, then frowned and looked up at the body parts in the flowerpot, hesitating slightly:

"So the first death rule in the 'Thumbelina' instance has been tested—players are not allowed to go against their foster mother's wishes?"

"should be."

Ange walked up to her, stopped, and nodded: "Whatever comes from our foster mother, we, as 'seeds' like Thumbelina, must obey."

Otherwise, you'll end up like the player "Eye of All Things," torn apart by your foster mother and reduced to fertilizer in a flowerpot.

"...Her fate was too tragic."

Chen Yi's walking posture was normal, although the sound of him being thrown onto the bed was the loudest of all.

Anjie thought for a moment, then looked at Fang Youhua, whose face was pale, and asked, "Miss Fang, what do you think?"

Anjie said meaningfully, "This person is a player from your Eye of All Things, right?"

"..." Fang Youhua's pale face stiffened. She looked at Xiao Nan's body, which had been torn into pieces, with some regret, and finally nodded.

"It's... her, she's allergic to pollen."

Fang Youhua said.

"..."

This answer was unexpected by everyone.

Yu Shijiu also recalled the intoxicating fragrance of his adoptive mother—the aroma of bread, milk, and flowers.

The combination of these smells isn't actually unpleasant—but who would have thought that this female player named Xiaonan is allergic to pollen?

I guess I was just unlucky.

In addition, the other party was probably also reluctant to part with the items—after all, she didn't know if she could leave the guild dungeon alive.

That moment of hesitation resulted in his body being torn to pieces by his adoptive mother.

If he could think of this, Anjie and the others must have thought of it too—so Fang Youhua must have thought of it as well.

Thinking of this, Yu Shijiu looked up at Fang Youhua, who was filled with grief, and wondered how much of the grief she was showing was genuine.

After all, no one dies in the guild battle dungeon. Even if seeing a teammate's corpse would be sad, Fang Youhua's grief was a bit too much.

Too much of it would look fake.

Yu Shijiu tilted his head, looking at the dark night outside the French windows, and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

But to go back to sleep—Yu Shijiu hesitated, looking at the pool of blood dripping beside his matchbox bed.

Although he didn't dislike blood, in this flower-scented environment, blood certainly didn't seem very appealing.

Yu Shijiu finally decided to push his match bed closer to Xu Han.

So, this scene appeared on the table: Yu Shijiu was busy pushing the bed, An Jie, He Lingling, Chen Yi, and Xu Han were talking about what might happen tomorrow, while the group of players from the Eye of All Things... at Fang Youhua's repeated requests, they finally sent two people to climb the flower pots.

Yes, it's climbing on flower pots.

When Anjie and the other three were talking and wondering if they would have to stay in their foster mother's environment for a few more days, they saw the backs of two tall and strong male players from the Eye of All Things climbing forward along the raised patterns on the flowerpot.

Xu Han: "...What are they doing?"

Anjie and Chen Yi merely glanced at them, not caring what the people from the Eye of All Things were up to.

"Let's rest first. We came in around dusk, and our foster mother hasn't given us any food yet. We should make the most of this time to sleep and replenish our energy."

The method for determining the winner in guild battles where there are no obvious factional conflicts is very simple.

After the dungeon ends, the Dawn game system will tally the story points of all players in the two guilds—this method initially seems unfair, since there are 7 players from the Eye of All Things side.

There are two more players than the "Living" guild.

But now the first player is dead.

The unfairness between "living" and "the eye of all things" is leveled off a little by death, a method that is not highly regarded.

Whether Fang Youhua and the other six people had any thoughts about Anjie and the other five (Yu Shijiu was still busy pushing the bed) was unknown, but death is always an unpleasant thing.

After all, we are all the same kind of people, and the first player to die died in a rather hasty and swift manner.

"Oh, okay, let's go to sleep then."

Xu Han had no objection. As someone who was assisting in the treatment of the wounded, he felt he should rest as soon as possible. However, when he turned his head, he saw Yu Shijiu placing his match bed next to his match bed.

Yu Shijiu looked up at him with a smile and said gently:

"Brother Han, I have blood on my side. Can I sleep next to you tonight?"

Xu Han: "..."

Could Xu Han say it's not good?

Xu Han not only didn't say anything bad, but even welcomed him warmly: "Come on, come on, Shi Jiu, why are you pushing the bed all by yourself? It's so heavy! Anyway, I didn't get a word in edgewise, just call me and we can push it together!"

He kept talking incessantly, and Anjie and the other two's lips twitched.

"How's your body?"

Anjie looked at He Lingling and said seriously:

"If there's any fracture, let Xiaohan treat it. We'll probably have to live with our foster mother for the next couple of days."

"As long as she is obedient while living with her adoptive mother, nothing will happen. Xiaohan has enough time to recover."

"……No."

He Lingling shook her head. "No fractures, just some muscle damage from the impact—"

"Oh! That makes it even simpler!"

Xu Han, who had been busy chatting with Yu Shijiu, suddenly joined in, as enthusiastic as ever:

"Don't be shy! Muscle soreness and swelling are much easier to deal with! I'll be fine after a good night's sleep tonight!"

Before He Lingling could refuse, a familiar warmth spread from their clasped hands to their entire bodies.

The pain from being tossed around and thrown onto the match bed subsided instantly.

"Brother Chen," Xu Han's expression became somewhat listless, but he still forced himself to look at Chen Yi, "I'll treat you too—"

"I don't need it."

Chen Yi looked at Xu Han's pale face with concern and shook his head:

"I'm thick-skinned and don't feel any pain anywhere on my body. Xiao Han, you should go and rest."

He was telling the truth. Thanks to the protective talent skill he had activated, Chen Yi was not injured at all, even though the force and weight of being tossed around was great and the sound was frightening.

"really?"

Xu Han was still a little incredulous. She took a step forward and almost fell, but Yu Shijiu caught her in time.

"Brother Han, be careful."

Yu Shijiu asked worriedly, "Brother, you fainted even when treating typhoid fever to the extent of muscle swelling and pain?"

Xu Han, whose legs were actually just a little numb from standing for too long, was speechless.

His face contorted slightly. "No, my legs are just numb—"

"It's okay, Brother Han. If you can't walk, I'll help you."

Yu Shijiu's worried words continued to come, and the good intentions hidden in her words left Xu Han speechless for a moment.

Good heavens! Shi Jiu is actually being this nice to him?! If I reject him, wouldn't it seem like I'm hurting his feelings?!

Anjie didn't participate in the group's pre-sleep chat. She quietly watched as the two male players, under Fang Youhua's command, climbed onto the flowerpot and began to bury Xiaonan, the female player whose body had been torn apart by her foster mother, little by little into the soil.

Fang Youhua noticed her gaze, turned her head and smiled somewhat shyly at An Jie.

"May you rest in peace when buried."

Fang Youhua explained, "That's how we think in the countryside. There's soil here, so it'll be more tidy to bury Xiaonan's body on the spot..."

"Ah."

Anjie didn't care about the idea of ​​burying her in peace; she just looked at the bloody head in the female player Xiaonan's matchbox bed and said:

"Shouldn't her head be buried in peace?"

"..." Fang Youhua was clearly stunned for a few seconds, then said, "You're right, Xiaonan must want her body to be buried intact."

"..." Anjie looked at Fang Youhua's face strangely, and after confirming that the other party really thought so, she looked away with complicated feelings.

Just like He Lingling said, Fang Youhua does seem to have some mental issues...

Seeing Fang Youhua actually grab the head of the female player named Xiaonan, Anjie remained silent for a few seconds, then turned and went back to her matchbox bed.

After Yu Shijiu and the others chatted for a while, Yu Shijiu helped Xu Han, whose legs were numb, to bed. Only then did Xu Han climb onto his own matchstick bed, gulp down, and turn to look at Fang Youhua, who was holding a severed head not far away.

Xu Han saw it too, and he shivered, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

"Do you really think Fang Youhua is mentally challenged?"

What normal person would hug a dead person's head?

"has a problem?"

Yu Shijiu was somewhat surprised, "Why did Brother Han say that Sister Fang has something wrong with her head?"

When will Shi Jiu finally get rid of her bad habit of calling someone "sister" all the time...?

The sentence flashed through Xu Han's mind, but what he said was:

"To bury a corpse's head in peace? Most people wouldn't do that, would they?"

"Isn't that strange?"

Yu Shijiu tilted her head and looked at him in confusion, then said seriously:

"If it were you, Brother Han, or Sister Lingling, Sister An, or Brother Chen who had their heads ripped off by NPCs, I would still rescue you."

"..."

Xu Han's breath hitched.

He stared at Yu Shijiu in astonishment and confusion. When their eyes met, he felt the intense seriousness in the other's eyes and was momentarily dazed.

"...Um, Shi Jiu, first of all, I really, really have to say I'm very touched...really touched..."

“But…” Xu Han whispered, “What you just said gives me a strange feeling…”

"strangeness?"

Yu Shijiu tilted her head and rubbed against the pillow beneath her: "What's strange now?"

Xu Han felt as if he had deceived a child's feelings, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"After thinking about it carefully, I realized it wasn't so strange after all."

"?"

Yu Shijiu felt like he had been tricked.

When he angrily tried to ask Xu Han why, he saw the other person close his eyes and make gurgling noises in his throat.

"..."

Yu Shijiu looked at Xu Han, who was pretending to be asleep, with a complicated expression, and suppressed the urge to grab the axe.

But it is indeed very late now.

Yu Shijiu yawned and saw Fang Youhua wrapping the female player Xiaonan's head in a blanket and throwing it into a flowerpot...

"???"

Yu Shijiu's sleepiness vanished instantly. Looking at Fang Youhua, who was wiping away tears with her back to him, he slowly widened his eyes.

Wait... is this some new kind of friendly player gesture?