After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

The role of temporary ghosts is fading.

As if slowly peeling off a layer of weird skin, the mucus and veins gradually disappeared, turning back to a clean and smooth concrete floor.

The bluish-white, swollen head was floating in the black, rancid mucus, and the sharp nails scratched the floor, leaving white marks.

It stared straight at the young man standing in front of it with its rotten protruding eyeballs, and a weird giggle came out of its throat: "I know you won't let me go, I've heard about you...you are in the game I never left myself with trouble, so..."

The sucker's expression suddenly turned ferocious:

"...Those humans who came in with you don't even think about leaving!"

The mucus under its body suddenly rolled up, like boiling pitch, and disappeared in front of Ye Jia in the next second.

Depend on.

Ye Jia cursed in a low voice.

As expected of the well-known old Yinbi among the monsters in the game, the smoker secretly concentrated the rest of his strength under his body while talking with him just now, and ran away using the temporary domain that had not yet disappeared.

The temporary area is shrinking, and smokers cannot escape the scope of this teaching building.

But obviously, its purpose is not to escape, but to pull a few backs before being wiped out.

— Now is not the time to manage losses.

A cold light flashed, the floor under his feet cracked and collapsed, the section was smooth and neat, like tofu cut by a sharp knife.

Ye Jia jumped down.

He didn't stop for a moment, and quickly chased after the place where the ghost energy fluctuated strongly.

Like a hurricane passing through, the dust is flying, the gravel is bursting, and everything passing by is involved in that terrible force and destroyed.

In a cloud of dust, Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could feel that the smoker stopped in front of him.

——The distance between them is only two walls.

In the last classroom at the end of the corridor.

The sticky and rancid liquid slowly moved up and down in the room. Five unconscious humans were fixed to the wall by the asphalt-like liquid. They were almost swallowed by the liquid, leaving only five pale faces exposed in the air. , to ensure their breathing.

The mucus on the ground surged, and a green and white rotten head emerged. It opened its mouth, and a thin and long tube protruded from its throat, and then it went towards Zhao Guangcheng who was closest to it, and pierced it. into the man's mouth.

A weird bag bulged from the tube, rolling towards the sucker.

Zhao Guangcheng struggled painfully in a coma, his cheeks retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, the wall behind suddenly exploded with a loud crash, and a cold light flickered in the hazy smoke, cutting the pale pipe in two.

Black blood gushed out of the struggling and twisting tube, and the sucker let out a deafening and miserable scream. The scream made the glass tremble, and echoed in the small space, making one's scalp numb.

The knife light not only cut off its tube, but also cut the mucus on the wall in front of it at the same time.

Zhao Guangcheng's heavy body lost its attachment and fell down from the wall with a plop.

Painful, cold, nauseous.

Countless viscous sensations surged in his drowsy body, and a rotten stench filled his mouth and nasal cavity, as if he had swallowed a hundred maggots. The feeling of nausea stimulated him and pulled Zhao Guangcheng back from a semi-conscious state.

The eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and they were so heavy that they could not be lifted at all.

Zhao Guangcheng raised his eyelids with difficulty, barely opening a gap, and looked forward.

The scene in front of him seemed to only exist in nightmares, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

The thick black and sticky malice almost condensed in the air, and the monster's pale and rotten limbs were twisted and twisted in front of his eyes, so close that he could clearly smell the cold and rotten smell.

In the center of the horror-woven background, a large irregular hole was pierced by some kind of tyrannical force. Faint light penetrated through the hole, and a figure of a person could be vaguely seen in the smoke and dust all over the sky.

...is it a dream?

Zhao Guangcheng was in a daze.

He heard a hoarse and soft voice, which contained the only viciousness and coldness he had ever seen in his life, as if every syllable was spraying poisonous juice, and it seemed to come from a very far away place.

Zhao Guangcheng's ears were buzzing, and in the noisy beeping, he could barely make out vague and broken words:

"It's...you—" the voice hissed and laughed wildly. "...I want to take... to be buried with me!"

The limbs in front of him squirmed, and then elongated into an unimaginable terrifying shape, straightly rushing towards the figure——

A bright light flashed, and the crescent-shaped knife light pierced the air. That silent and icy beauty almost made everything quiet, as if it could catch people's breath, and it tore apart the gloomy black air that shrouded Zhao Guangcheng's eyes. , and even made the whole room light up for a moment.

The figure was clear for a second, and then was shrouded in smoke and darkness again.

In the next second, an almost inhuman scream resounded through the entire room, shaking and shaking from the floor to the air, almost causing Zhao Guangcheng to faint again.

Zhao Guangcheng struggled, but his consciousness still sank uncontrollably into the depths of the pitch blackness, rapidly draining away.

He heard the malevolent voice screaming in a voice of piercing hatred: "— ACE!"

A second before his consciousness dissipated, Zhao Guangcheng's mind appeared in Zhao Guangcheng's mind, the pair of glazed eyes looking down at him coldly amidst the smoke and dust, those gazes were like sharp blades, deeply burned into his memory among.

Immediately afterwards, he passed out again.

"Slap" "Slap".

The sound of the rotten stump falling to the ground sounded, and then slowly turned into a nearly translucent texture, and finally disappeared little by little before the eyes as if fading.

An invisible force rushed towards the door like a tornado.

Ye Jia's figure shook slightly.

His face was not very good-looking.

The little black hand gripped Ye Jia's shoulder in fear, and looked at Ye Jia cautiously.

The young man's brows were tightly frowned, and his thin lips, which were almost completely bloodless, were tightly pursed. His overly pale face added a bit of pitifulness and fragility to him, as if some kind of fragile product, both light and crumbling.

The little black hand was startled.

It has never seen such a side of Ye Jia.

It hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask: "Well, you—"

Before he finished asking, Ye Jia suddenly raised his hand, supported the wall, then bent down and retched twice.

Little Black Hand: "..."

Ye Jia straightened up slowly, and shook his head haggardly: "It smells too disgusting."

Not for any one, but all smokers taste the same.

Sticky, rotten and stinky.

Even though Ye Jia had been in the game for a long enough time, he was not strong enough to eat this kind of monster in his stomach without changing his face.

Little Black Hand: "..."

Count me blind.

Although the mucus in the room did not disappear with the smoker, it also lost its previous consistency. The five people who were tightly glued to the wall before fell down one after another, lying lifeless in the dark mucus.

Ye Jia looked out the window and estimated the time.

The temporary ghosts hanging outside the teaching building should have disappeared for a while, and reinforcements should be coming in soon.

He walked among the five people who were still unconscious, looked at the mucus on the ground with some disgust, then sighed resignedly, and kicked Zhao Guangcheng and his captain who were stacked together to the side , lying on the open space in the middle.

Ye Jia pulled off the little black hand that was still on his shoulder:

"I trust you know how to do it."

After all, he has already done it once, so he should be proficient enough in this business.

Little Black Hand: "..."

I was absolutely, absolutely blind! ! !

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"Miracle……"

Lin Cheng stared at the mess in the room in disbelief, the expression on his face was undisguised shock, he murmured: "It's incredible..."

No one could have imagined that under such a dangerous situation, all members of the combat team could survive, and even the logistics team members who accompanied the team were unscathed. There is no other way to explain it except a miracle.

At this time, Liu Zhaocheng and Zhao Dong from the logistics department rushed over one after the other.

As soon as they met, Liu Zhaocheng asked eagerly:

"Why, what's the matter? Is everyone safe?"

Lin Cheng still couldn't believe his eyes, he nodded: "Yes..."

The two people in the logistics department let out a long sigh of relief, and then they were relieved.

"Great, that's great," Liu Zhaocheng sniffed, and said in a low voice, "Although he always likes to skip work to fish for fish, likes to arrive late and leave early, work overtime to process documents and always cut corners, but he is indispensable among us after all. A portion of..."

Zhao Dong wiped the corners of his eyes, and said emotionally: "Yes... Brother Ye is a very good man, I have never seen a brother who is more loyal than him..."

Liu Zhaocheng let out a long sigh:

"And his work reports are still piled up and unfinished."

With his eyes closed and his breath weak, Ye Jia said, "..."

If only he could actually pass out now.

At least not be pissed off.

The member of the Combat Section who chased him out just now came back panting from the outside: "Team, Captain, that ghost has escaped..."

Lin Cheng didn't expect them to catch the ghost who created such a terrible scene. He waved his hand: "Take the wounded back first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"Yes!"

The unconscious members were carefully moved from the mucus on the floor to the stretcher. Lin Cheng stood at the door and watched the wounded on the stretcher being carried out one by one.

Liu Zhaocheng frowned, and asked a little puzzled: "Captain Lin, do you know why that ghost ran away so easily?"

Obviously it had an absolute advantage at the time, and they didn't have any powerful enemies on their side, so why did it slip away suddenly?

Lin Cheng also seemed to be at a loss for this question, he said hesitantly:

"I don't know either, maybe it's because it's worried about being caught in the urn..."

At this moment, one of the members of the Combat Section who was lying on a stretcher seemed to wake up suddenly from a coma.

He raised his hand with difficulty, grabbed the corner of Lin Cheng's clothes, and said in a hoarse and panting voice:

"No...it's not like that..."

Lin Cheng was shocked, and quickly stopped the person carrying the stretcher, lowered his head and asked:

"What did you say?"

"I, we were saved!" Although Zhao Guangcheng's voice was weak, he couldn't hide his excitement: "Just now, there was a very strong person..."

"What?" Lin Cheng was startled suddenly: "Who is it?"

"I, I heard that ghost calling him... ACE."

Zhao Guangcheng's eyes radiated longing light: "I have never seen such a powerful and terrifying human being... He is our savior!"

"Really, really?" Lin Cheng was startled.

He frowned slightly, and although his face was still serious, his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "If what you said is correct, and if he is really as strong as you said, then he must be at least B-level, and maybe even A-level." Level strong!"

"The Combat Division is in urgent need of manpower, and everyone is overworked..." He also became excited: "Recently, several cases in M ​​City are quite strange. If we have the help of such a strong person, our work The amount can be reduced by at least half!"

Lin Cheng's expression became firm: "We will do our best to find him."

Ye Jia lying on another stretcher: "..."

Ah, life is so hard.

Might as well pass out.