After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

"What did you say?"

Ye Jia repeated it in disbelief.

The little black hand was trembling between his fingers: "I, I just heard... I heard! Other ghosts spread it like this, and I don't know if it's true or not..."

Ye Jia: "..."

So are all you ghosts gossiping like this?

He pondered for a few seconds, then said suddenly: "Tell me about your king."

"The king is the king." Little Hei twisted his hands.

You know, the ghosts in the game are not the same as in real life.

In real life, ghosts are often the resentful souls of people who died unjustly wandering in the world, but in the game, this kind of ghosts only account for a small part, and more of them are just like the hungry ghosts just now, which are completely composed of some kind of resentment and hatred. The monsters condensed from forest cold ghost energy, they are nourished by the thick and huge yin energy in the game, they grow stronger by killing players and devouring each other, their minds are often gradually formed after becoming ghosts,

And the little black hand was obviously born not long ago—not even condensed into a complete entity.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that for it, the king that has existed since its consciousness is justified and irrefutable.

So Ye Jia changed the way of asking:

"What level of ghost is this king you're talking about?"

"This... I don't know either." The little black hand carefully observed Ye Jia's face, and added weakly: "No, but, I think it should be above S rank!"

For ghosts above level B, the gap between each level is like a natural moat.

And S-level ghosts are rare even in the game.

Ye Jia frowned, and began to retrieve all the S-level ghosts he had offended in his memory, but after thinking about it, he couldn't match any of them.

After all, it is understandable to want his life.

But simply offering reward information?This is too strange.

While he was meditating, the sound of a car engine approaching came from outside the window.

——Someone is coming.

Ye Jia's thoughts were called back.

He looked down at the little black hand in his palm, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, if you recover, you should be almost a C-level ghost, right?"

The little black hand suddenly became vigilant: "...what are you going to do?"

Ye Jia smiled slightly, with a pure and innocent expression: "It's nothing, I just want to ask you for a small favor."

·

Zhao Guangcheng is a member of the F genus of the combat family.

He was the member of the Combat Section closest to the place where the last signal from Cheng Cezhi, a member of the logistics department, was sent, so he received the rescue mission immediately.

However, shortly after he received the mission, the signal of the member of the logistics department disappeared, and 10 minutes later, the signal appeared on the outskirts of the city several kilometers away.

Zhao Guangcheng drove there immediately.

In the wild grass, an old bus crookedly sank deep into the mud, with mottled advertisements printed on the body, and a stiff smile remained on the faded face of the female star.

Although members of the Combat Division have their own peculiarities, they all have a very high degree of synaesthesia for ghost aura.

Although the Yin Qi in the air has dissipated a little, the concentration of that level is still shocking.

The instruments loaded in the car began to "didi" alarm from a long distance, and even the naked eye could see a layer of black air wrapped around the car.

Zhao Guangcheng couldn't help feeling horrified.

This level of ghost... I'm afraid it's not something he can handle at this level.

After reporting quickly and making full preparations, Zhao Guangcheng approached the bus cautiously, and then walked into the bus cautiously.

After seeing the scene inside the car clearly, Zhao Guangcheng couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

There were two unconscious youths in the car, one fell in the aisle and the other leaned on the seat. They were obviously directly eroded by Yin Qi, their eyes were closed, their faces were pale, and their breath was dying.

Several huge black ghost hands protruded from the ground, tightly clutching their ankles, as if sucking life from their bodies.

Zhao Guangcheng quickly activated the combat technique he carried with him.

After you came and me a few times, the ghost hand was accidentally hit.

It let out a terrifying roar of savagery, bluffed twice, and then left two pale-faced victims, jumped out of the window and ran away.

Zhao Guangcheng drenched in cold sweat for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Fifteen minutes later, an ambulance arrived.

After 45 minutes, the two logistics employees who were unconscious were sent to the hospital for a physical examination.

·

Two hours later.

Ye Jia was wearing a hospital gown, sitting on the bed and eating jelly.

Cheng Cezhi woke up slowly on the hospital bed next to him, and let out a hoarse moan: "Uh..."

"Awake?" Ye Jia stopped digging the jelly, turned his head and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

"Neck hurts..." Cheng Cezhi replied lazily.

The culprit didn't change his face and heartbeat: "It's okay, this is a normal reaction after encountering a ghost, my limbs are sore."

Cheng Cezhi struggled to get up, rubbed his neck, and asked weakly, "So... what happened before...?"

Before Ye Jia could answer, there was a sound of "Kang Dang", and the door of the ward was pushed open.

Liu Zhaocheng, the head of the logistics department, walked in with the wind on his feet. The Mediterranean Sea above his head was a little brighter than a few days ago. He said angrily: "I'm entangled! What else can it be!"

Cheng Ce was taken aback: "What?"

Liu Zhaocheng simply explained: "Although the specific inspection results have not yet come out, according to the Yin Qi attribute extracted from the carriage by the logistics department just now, it is consistent with that in the previous building. It is probably the ghost that haunted you earlier. To catch the smell on your body, this time I came after you!"

"So that's how it is..." Cheng Cezhi lowered his head guiltily: "I didn't expect Brother Ye, who was harmed this time, to be implicated by me..."

The protagonist he mentioned is looking away calmly at this moment, and raised his finger to the jelly on his table:

"Are you still eating?"

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Suddenly I felt that my apology was worthless.

He handed over the jelly aggrievedly: "...don't eat it."

Liu Zhaocheng looked stern: "The higher-ups have informed that they are worried that the ghost will come to you again, so they will put you in the ward on the top floor and be protected by members of the combat department."

His gaze turned and settled on Ye Jia: "As for you..."

Ye Jia's movement of pulling the second jelly froze slightly, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

really--

"The funds in the bureau are limited. You can move to the general ward for observation for two days, and come back to work when you have nothing to do."

Ye Jia: "... Sir, you are discriminating."

I thought I could earn a few more days off this time!So it was only two days!

... What a loss!

"Discriminatory treatment?" Liu Zhaocheng sneered: "There are a lot of backlogs in the bureau these two days, or do you want to start processing work in these two days?"

Ye Jia: "..."

He put down the jelly and sat upright:

"Minister Liu is kind-hearted and considerate of his subordinates. I am so grateful that I can't express it in words."

Liu Zhaocheng: "………… Go eat your jelly."

Ten minutes later, the minister and members of the combat department escorted the high-risk subject Cheng Cezhi out of the ward.

Ye Jia also came to the general ward under the guidance of the nurse.

There are four beds in the ward, but fortunately, all three are vacant so far.

So Ye Jia chose a bed near the window.

As soon as he sat up, there was a knocking sound from the window.

Ye Jia turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw that little black hand lying on the window sill and waving wildly at him: "..."

The little black hand squeezed its body through the gap of the window little by little, and it shook triumphantly:

"You see that the road I led is correct! The last place in that girl's memory is the bus. Now that you have found the real culprit, how about..."

Unexpectedly, Ye Jia shook his head:

"The real culprit is not that one."

The little black hand froze: "Huh?"

Ye Jia yawned and leaned back lazily:

"That's just a hungry ghost. The essence of its killing desire is appetite. It will indeed torture its prey, but it won't just peel off the skin and leave the flesh instead."

Xiao Hei's hands withered: "...Is that so."

Ye Jia closed his eyes.

In fact, he realized this the moment he saw the ghost.

However, he didn't think it was the little black hand who lied to him.

Its power of life and death is in its own hands, and there is no reason to cover up for the stranger.

He found the right place, but he didn't find the right murderer.

In addition, there was one place that attracted his attention—the hungry ghost came up from under the bus after it entered the foggy area.

It is a passenger.

So, is it possible that the ghost, who likes to peel the skin off humans, is also one of the passengers?

Ye Jia's focus should have changed when he realized this——

Why did a bus with a ghost appear in the city center?

More importantly, where was it headed?

When Ye Jia closed his eyes and meditated, he suddenly felt an unusual sound coming from his legs.

He opened his eyes.

I saw the little black hand struggling to climb onto his quilt, as if he suddenly remembered something, and began to complain with blood and tears:

"You are so cruel!"

It turned around and let Ye Jia look at his little finger, which is thinner than other fingers and lighter in color: "Woooooooo look! My color is not even! I didn't get hurt from the last time you beat me!" Well, now I have lost at least 5% of my body surface area... And you still don't let me fight back! No ghost is worse than me! It's so embarrassing..."

Chirp, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Ye Jia got a headache from the noise.

He raised his hand to grab the little black hand on his quilt.

It let out a scream of "ji", and then fell silent for a moment, as quiet as a chicken.

Who said ghosts are vicious and cunning!Obviously human beings are worse and more terrifying than ghosts!

The little black hand wants to cry but has no tears.

However, in the next second, it felt an extremely fragrant and fragrant Yin Qi pouring into its body like a tide, which was completely different from the blade-like aggressive ghost Qi it had tasted in this human body before. It was deliberately adjusted to the concentration that its body could absorb, and in just a few seconds, its injured little finger returned to its original state.

Ye Jia let go of his hand.

The little black hand looked at the human in front of him in shock, feeling that his heart had been greatly shocked.

Could it be... It misread the other party?

In fact, he is a good man!

Tears welled up in Xiao Heishou's eyes, his voice trembling: "You..."

Ye Jia was expressionless: "It's over to quarrel with you."

Little Black Hand: "..."

He closed his eyes, turned over and lay down, and lazily ordered: "There is a milk tea shop two blocks away, I want banana mint flavored milk green, half sugar, hot, go and come back quickly."

Little Black Hand: "..."

Impressed ass!

This insidious human clearly wants to serve himself better!

·

Ye Jia was really sleepy.

First I dealt with the documents all night, and then I went to deal with the bus incident non-stop.

After a routine check-up at the hospital, he fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as he touched his pillow.

The long-forgotten images emerged from the cracks in memory, taking the opportunity to flood into his sleep.

The picture is broken and messy.

Ghastly and hideous creatures prowl the haunted lands of Eternal Night, grinning greedily and hungry with their mouths open.

An ear-piercing scream came from his ear, and the blood-stained pale face reached out to him in despair: "Help me, save me!"

……

Ye Jia opened his eyes in the darkness.

He calmly stared at the blurry ceiling in the distance, breathing slightly short of breath.

How long had he not dreamed of these memories?

The picture that I thought had been diluted and buried by the peaceful and stable real life once again appeared vividly in my mind, as if it had never left.

At this moment, a small crying voice came from beside my ear: "Help me, save me..."

Startled, Ye Jia suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

A little girl curled up, trembling, in a corner of the room. She was only wearing an empty hospital gown, her feet were bare, her eyes were empty, her face was covered with tears, and she muttered:

"Dad, Mom, where are you? Mom, Mom, help me..."

The light from the corridor came from a distance, passed straight through her body, and landed on the ground.

There was no shadow under her feet.

A newly dead ghost?This kind of thing is very common in the hospital.

But... the breath is wrong.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the living soul.

And it's a living soul with a ghostly smell on it.