Infinite Flow Cannon Fodder NPC Just Wants to Stay Alive Chapter 24

CHAPTER 59

Chapter 59: The Dreamy Resort

The moment all the players laid eyes on Yu Yangxu, their faces turned ashen. Fortunately, they had prepared themselves mentally for this scenario and had a plan in place to retreat immediately from this location.

Pan Mao gritted his teeth, glancing at another path not far away, filled with reluctance.

How could this be? They were so close! Just a few more steps and they could reach that room and uncover the secrets hidden within the rarely visited villa of the Yu family.

Fu Yanghui noticed Pan Mao's restless thoughts: "Don't act impulsively! We agreed on a plan!"

They had previously decided that if they encountered Yu Zhao or Yu Yangxu, no matter where they were or how far they had progressed in their exploration, they had to escape immediately.

Everyone understood that if they were caught by a special NPC, there was no way they would be let go.

Even though they were not far from the top floor, no one dared to bet on whether they could hold Yu Yangxu off long enough.

Fu Yanghui had already turned around to leave, but then remembered something and looked back—

Sheng was still standing there.

His pale, slender fingers adjusted his mask, as if he were a bit unfamiliar with the situation, seemingly checking if his mask was secure enough to prevent it from falling off unexpectedly.

With a mask that had a certain texture, his fingers looked almost like works of art.

At first glance, the young man did not seem like someone who could fight and definitely wouldn't be allowed to participate in such situations.

Yet he said, "You guys go up; there are windows on the top floor that you can escape from."

Yu Yangxu's cold and disdainful expression changed suddenly as he raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the audacity of this player's words and his voice.

It was a very clear and melodious voice, evoking images of melting snow flowing down a mountain peak or the natural sounds of an ethereal mountain stream, even in the dim light.

Not just his voice, but his entire being seemed like a gift meticulously carved by a creator—beautiful and exquisite yet fragile.

But he only looked delicate and fragile.

Yu Yangxu's gaze fell upon Sheng's white hair tied at the back of his head; even bundled together, he could tell with his keen eyes that this texture was not something normal hair could possess.

The person before him might not be entirely "normal" in some way.

Yu Yangxu confirmed he had never seen this young man before, and his voice was unfamiliar. Yet, upon hearing him speak, Yu Yangxu felt an indescribable sensation in his heart.

Especially as the young man expressed his intention—to stay behind alone to buy time and cover for those foolish ones.

Perhaps angered by the young man's arrogance and provocation, Yu Yangxu's previously softened expression darkened suddenly, and he spoke bluntly: "You really overestimate yourself. Do you think it's worth dying for these idiots?"

Yu Yangxu acknowledged the young man was extraordinary, but his pride would never allow him to accept defeat.

Sheng did not retreat in the face of the increasing pressure; instead, he moved his arm slightly as if preparing to take something out, still showing no intention of leaving.