After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

That night.

Old residential buildings stand in the deep night.

It is obviously the same building as in the daytime, but under the cover of night, it is covered with a layer of cold and terrifying.

The young man stopped in front of the building.

He raised his head and looked at the old buildings in front of him.

The deep darkness submerged everything, and the boundaries of the buildings became blurred because of this. In the dead silence, inaudible ravings were stirring, as if something was waking up.

Not a single light in the residential building was on.

The dark windows looked down silently, like empty eye sockets.

The air was cold and clammy, and there was a faint rancid smell.

——Even if he is not completely convinced during the day, there is no suspense now.

Ye Jia withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.

This is a very evil undead. Its favorite food is the soul tortured by regret. It can drive the undead, create illusions, and let the humans it targets slowly ferment and cultivate their favorite taste. After all the torture, it will be eaten.

The little black hand grabbed his shoulder and poked its head out. It trembled and asked secretly:

"This, the smell of Yin Qi in it is too strong, how many people did this one eat?"

Quite a lot.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes.

But he wasn't going to answer the little black hand's question.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, ripped the little black hand off his shoulder, tied it in a knot, and then mercilessly stuffed the struggling little black hand into his pocket.

Ye Jia sneered: "A ghost who fights landlords and uses other people's savings to top up is not worthy of talking."

Little Black Hand: "..."

hum.

After successfully making it shut up, Ye Jia walked towards the door of the building.

The lights in the hallway came on.

The dim yellow light was flickering slightly, unable to dispel the thick and sticky darkness at all. The empty corridor was full of debris, but there was no vitality at all, and the sound of heartbeat could be heard quietly.

Ye Jia walked straight towards the home of the old man who was peeping out this afternoon.

When he reached the door, his pace stopped slightly.

The door is not closed.

Unlike the locked doors of Wang Shize's house this afternoon, this door was half-closed, exposing a dark gap half a person's width.

Ye Jia paused, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The hinges of the door creaked in the stillness of the night, then slid slowly inward.

In the dark room, there is a decaying atmosphere unique to the elderly. The debris in the room is piled up, almost filling up the small space, and there is no place to stay.

In the corner of the room stood an armchair, on which sat a dark figure.

Ye Jia pressed and turned on the light.

The light spilled down, illuminating the old man sitting in the armchair.

His ravine-ridden face showed a dull, dead gray color, and a pair of wide-eyed dirty eyes stared straight at the void, as if he was asking the sky silently.

Even if there is no need for an examination, Ye Jia knows that the person is dead.

He looked down and saw a crumpled piece of paper under the old bark-like palm of the old man.

Ye Jia frowned, stepped over the debris on the ground, and walked into the room.

He took the piece of paper out of the old man's cold and dead hand, spread it out flat, and carefully read the writing on it under the light.

The old man's handwriting was messy and distorted, and it became more and more scribbled as he went forward, and he couldn't even distinguish it:

"... There have been a lot of strange things at home recently. Juncheng said that I am old and confused, but I know that you are back. You have been away for so many years, and you are so cruel that you don't want to come back to see me once. I am useless, useless I've spent most of my life, and I haven't saved enough money to see a doctor for you...

When you just left, I wanted to wait every day, but I didn't wait for you to come back and take a look at me and talk to me...

... Now I can hear your voice when I close my eyes, and see your shadow when I open my eyes. It is impossible to say that I am not afraid, but... at least it is better than my old man alone.

It's good that you are willing to come and take me away... At least you didn't blame me so much that you don't want to see me..."

The handwriting on the back was blurred by the water and could no longer be read clearly.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast deep shadows, blocking the emotions in his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man's blue and white hand moved violently!

Holding Ye Jia's wrist tightly like a cold iron hoop, he stared wide-eyed, and made a panting sound of "hehe" in his mouth, and a pair of bloodshot eyes became hideous and terrifying:

"It's you! It's you!"

"If you had come earlier... If you had come earlier..." His skinny fingers were tightly clenched, and the bones were rubbing against each other, "I wouldn't have died..."

"Yes." A voice sounded from behind Ye Jia.

That familiar voice instantly evoked a series of images buried deep in the memory, like the mud rolled up in the river, with a rotten stench.

Ye Jia was slightly taken aback.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

A blood-soaked man stood behind him, a hideous hole was opened in his chest and abdomen, and black blood slowly flowed out.

Ye Jia recognized this face.

This was his teammate in the first instance—and the first to die in front of him.

Although it's been a long time, Ye Jia still remembers that scene.

The monster's ugly mouthparts will pass through the man's chest, as easily as piercing a piece of tofu with your fingers. The man's pale face is facing him directly, and his face is mixed with fear, pain, despair, and bewilderment , he struggled and uttered a broken syllable: "Save..."

Before he could finish his words, the man's figure was lifted by his mouthparts, and then he was chewed and swallowed.

At that time, Ye Jia stood there dumbfounded, his face was stained with blood from being spattered, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, as if the horrible image just now remained on his retina.

——It was at that moment that he finally realized how cruel this game was.

Either win or die.

The man stared at Ye Jia with hatred:

"We died because of you."

The dim yellow light above the head fell on the young man's hair and eyelashes, as if coating him with a layer of gold powder. His face was as pale and calm as ever, and his expression was so pale that it was almost impossible to catch.

"……Do not."

A woman's voice sounded.

In the next second, beside the man, a slender figure slowly emerged.

That is a very beautiful woman.

Long curly hair, oval face, gentle and quiet expression, always with a touch of sadness between the brows.

There was a huge and smooth wound across her chest, as if some extremely sharp weapon had passed through her chest, and the thick dark red blood wetted her clothes: "I didn't die because of you."

Her face became distorted and hideous:

"I was killed by your own hands!"

That siege.

Dozens of players ambushed ACE.

Not only for the points on his body, but also for the weapon that is said to be a gift for completing the hidden mission of the game-under great interest, there must be a brave man.

However, they are not completely unprepared.

They have internal support around ACE.

A teammate who was bribed.

She told them when and where ACE will pass by, what props he has on him, what are his weaknesses...

In the end, together with those dozens of players, she fell on the dark beach forever with her eyes open silently.

The blood stained the ground and soaked the soil, and the blood mist that floated in the air could not be dispersed for several days.

Among the remains of severed limbs, the young man stood silently, with blood dripping from between his fingers gripping the handle of the sickle. He raised his eyes to see the hellish scene in front of him, then turned around and pulled his hood up , disappeared into the night.

Since that day, no one has heard of ACE looking for any teammates.

one by one.

More figures emerged from the empty space, with pale faces, tragic death, and hatred eyes, locking the young man standing in the middle of the room.

former companion.

former enemy.

died because of him.

killed by him.

Ye Jia looked around at these strange and familiar faces, as if reviewing his past.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, and the long eyelashes added a bit of paleness and fragility to him.

Countless souls pressed on step by step, their faces became more and more ferocious, a kind of greed overflowed from their eyes, and a pair of hands stretched out towards the young man standing in the middle of the room——

Suddenly, a sigh sounded.

That sigh was like a rest, falling heavily to the ground, making the whole room suddenly quiet for a moment.

Ye Jia raised those light-colored eyes and fixedly looked at a point on the far wall, a calm smile appeared in his eyes like morning mist:

"So, that's all?"

He raised his hand, and a little cold light flashed across his fingertips.

The fingers that tapped on his wrist like iron hoops drifted away like dust.

Ye Jia moved his wrist lightly, a faint blush still appeared between the pale wrist, which was quickly covered by the cuff.

He took a step forward, and a sharp and cold breath suddenly exploded, sweeping away all the figures in front of him.

The room finally became much cleaner.

"Ahhhh-"

After a scream, a face with a sly smile appeared on the wall, those dark eyes were fixed on Ye Jia, and the hatred in the eyes could hardly be concealed.

The next second, it sank back and disappeared.

Ye Jia raised his eyebrows: "You want to run?"

He took a few steps out of the room, and chased in the direction of the Yin Qi fluctuations——

However, before running a few steps, Ye Jia's pace suddenly stopped.

There is a narrow corridor in front of you, the lights are dim, flickering, and under the flickering lights, stands a small figure.

The little boy stood there silently. On his pale face, a pair of dark and deep eyes stared fixedly at Ye Jia. His slender figure seemed to be swallowed by the darkness in an instant.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"elder brother."