After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

In ghosts.

Under the pitch-dark darkness, the whispers of ghosts and undead echoed in the empty sky, and the cold breath could almost freeze the breath.

Suddenly, like a drop of blood soaked in thick black ink, a smear of scarlet suddenly spread in the dark night, engulfing the blackness violently and violently.

In the blood, the tall figure of a man slowly appeared.

An extremely aggressive and oppressive bloody smell followed, forcibly occupying every inch of space.

"……king."

A ghost figure slowly condensed in the void, it bowed its waist in a surrendered posture, and its hoarse hiss echoed in the darkness:

"The matter you want to investigate has some clues. I was able to pry a place name out of that B-level ghost before it disappeared."

The man listened calmly, his scarlet eyes drooping slightly, and he didn't say anything about the excitement of the other party.

"M City." The ghost said: "Although I still don't know the reason, it seems that this place will become the key target of the attack in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party without warning:

"Has anyone been found?"

His voice was cold, silent and indifferent, without the slightest ups and downs.

"This..." The ghost was stuck for a moment, and the frequency of his body shaking seemed a little uneasy: "No ghost has reported any relevant information..."

"Double the bounty."

The man looked back indifferently, and after dropping the four words, he turned and walked towards the sea of ​​blood behind him.

"……Yes Yes!"

Ghosting was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly asked:

"By the way, regarding the situation in City M, who are you going to send to check the situation? Do you need me to convey it to you...?"

However, before it finished speaking, the man's tall figure was already engulfed in scarlet blood.

It comes without warning, and it leaves without hesitation.

Ghost Shadow: "..."

Neither dare to be angry, nor dare to speak.

...resigned to fate.

·

The calculation rules of time and space in the domain are different from those in the outside world, and soon, the trail in front of you will come to an end.

Ye Jia withdrew from his own memories.

He raised his hand, his white fingertips slid across, a gap was torn open in the space in front of him, and the cold air with the smell of disinfectant poured in instantly.

The blood-red space disappeared behind him, leaving only a pale solid wall, as if it had never appeared before.

Ye Jia looked at the surrounding environment.

The corridor in front of me was empty and deserted, and the nurse on duty who should have been at the front desk also disappeared. The lights were pale and dim, and she looked extremely weak and powerless under the thick night, cold and lifeless.

The smell of disinfectant was mixed with a fishy smell that was hard to ignore.

...something is not quite right.

Even as a hospital where people often die, the yin here is too heavy.

Such a strong yin energy is enough to nourish a powerful ghost that can harm one side.

Ye Jia frowned, a slight crease was carved between the brows, and a strange color flashed in the depths of his pupils, which were as pale as glass.

At this time, the little black hand crawled out from under his collar, twisted its thin fingers, and murmured suspiciously in Yejia's ear:

"It's so strange here..."

Ye Jia casually pushed open a door of the ward closest to him.

Unexpectedly, the door was packed to the brim.

All are people.

Men, women, young and old, standing, sitting, and lying down, all wore hospital gowns without exception.

The moment the door opened, all eyes turned to the direction of the door.

"Hey!" An old man with half of his head split off yelled angrily, "You don't even know how to knock!"

Ye Jia: "..."

"...Excuse me." He closed the door.

After returning to the corridor, the little black hand yelled in shock: "My mother's second uncle and grandpa! There are ghosts here!"

Ye Jia glanced at it speechlessly.

As a ghost, why do you have the nerve to say this?

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dragging and staggering footsteps at the end of the corridor in front of him.

In the faintly flickering lights, I saw a woman in a surgical gown limping forward, blood dripping down the hem of her clothes, leaving a trail on the ground as she walked. The long bloodstains looked shocking under the light.

She held a dark, shapeless figure in her hand, changing its shape with the flow of air.

Behind her, followed a long row of shadowy figures, those who died of old age, those who died of illness, those who were hit by a car... It seemed crowded and lively.

"□□ hey!" Little Black Hand looked at Ye Jia hopefully: "Can I participate?"

"What? Are you busy?" Ye Jia said blankly, "Oh, I heard that there is a milk tea shop two streets away from the hospital that makes delicious matcha latte—"

Little black hand: ...

Animals!

It held its breath and said:

"No, I'm super busy."

Ye Jia stared at the mighty group of ghosts in front of him, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.

He suddenly raised his hand and pulled the little black hand off his shoulder, frowned, and asked:

"By the way, you just said that it feels a little strange, where is it strange?"

The little black hand shook, and replied: "Although the yin energy here is heavy, it is all fresh, so it should have been gathered not long ago, but such a strong yin energy can be gathered in such a short period of time, isn't it? Is it weird?"

Although it is not strong, it is at least a ghost, and it is much more sensitive to Yin Qi than humans.

Hearing this, Ye Jia was slightly taken aback, as if he suddenly thought of something, he lowered his head and looked at the little girl beside him.

The girl held his hand obediently, lowered her head slightly, her pale face showed a translucent texture under the light in the corridor, the cloth was still covered in front of her eyes, and she knew everything that happened around her. Ignorance.

The notch between Ye Jia's eyebrows deepened, and he walked towards the direction with the heaviest yin.

The farther you go, the more dim the lights above your head are, as if covered with an ominous black veil.

And those ghosts are gathering more and more, most of them are harmless spirit bodies, even if there are residual resentments, they are far from affecting the real world.

Some have even lost their sanity over time, becoming as thin as mist, leaving only a faint outline, but they still instinctively move slowly in that direction.

The further you go, the more ghosts there are, layer by layer, and the air is as sticky as porridge.

Ye Jia walked straight forward.

His body seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura, without any extremely cold and sinister aura, just because of the existence of this person, those densely packed ghosts instinctively pushed away to the sides.

In the dark corridor, the young man's figure was straight and straight, like a sharp knife, cutting apart the dense crowd of ghosts in front of him.

In the corridor full of spiritual bodies, a clear and clear blank passage was drawn, as if Moses divided the sea, and then quickly closed behind him, as if those ghosts were subconsciously afraid of the person in front of them.

Soon, Ye Jia came to the very center of the thick Yin Qi.

It was a door to a ward that was ajar.

The surrounding air was covered with a layer of ashes-like mist, the lights in the corridor flickered in the distance, and the gloomy coldness invaded the texture, as if entering a different dimension.

Ye Jia reached out and pushed the door open.

The air in the ward was even darker and stale, and an unpleasant rancid smell floated in the air.

With the faint light, one can see a little girl lying quietly on the hospital bed in the center of the ward.

——Surprisingly, it was Sun Jiale.

Ye Jia walked forward slowly, stood by the bed, and looked down at Sun Jiale who was lying on the hospital bed.

Her expression was calm and serene, as if she had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Ye Jia frowned even tighter.

His gaze stopped at the raised corner of the bed, then he stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt with a "wow".

The little girl was still in a deep sleep, motionless, and the hospital gown on her body was wrinkled due to long sleep, and at the bottom of the loose trousers, a little bit of black and blue could be seen faintly on the thin ankle.

Ye Jia bent down and rolled up her trousers a little.

On the little girl's left calf, there was a dark and ferocious handprint, as if it was still slowly tightening, and a protruding mark appeared on the skin, which looked particularly shocking.

……really.

His conjecture just now was verified.

Ye Jia sighed, put the quilt back on Sun Jiale's body, and helped her tuck the corners of the quilt.

The little black hand poked his head over his shoulder: "What's wrong? What did you find?"

"...a smoker."

Ye Jia pinched the bridge of his nose.

Strictly speaking, smokers are not ghosts.

It does not exist in the real world, but is more like a specialty of the game. This kind of monster is used to lurking in the dark where evil thoughts gather, like a leech hiding in the mud, waiting for an opportunity to attack the weak, and will be branded. Marked players are sucked out bit by bit, meanwhile, players branded with the Eater's Mark will become a gathering of evil spirits and Yin Qi, until they are sucked out in fear and pain.

In short, it is a dirty thing that bullies the weak and fears the strong, but is especially good at hiding.

Although the strength of a single one is not strong, sometimes it is more difficult to deal with than high-level ghosts.

Ye Jia still doesn't want to recall his experience after being entangled by these monsters in the novice stage.

It is simply unbearable.

However, Ye Jia didn't know why Sun Jiale would leave his soul after being marked. After all, it was the first time he saw an ordinary person entangled by an addict.

"It's actually a smoker?" Little Black Hand gasped.

Ye Jia glanced at it unexpectedly: "What? Do you know it?"

"Not really." The little black hand played with his fingertips: "I just heard about it. After all, they are almost extinct now, and it is not easy to see one."

Now it was Ye Jia's turn to be surprised.

Although monsters like suckers are not strong in battle, their self-protection ability is superb. In addition, they like to swarm in groups. In the game, they are almost as annoying as cockroaches and cannot be completely eliminated. How can they become extinct?

"What happened?" he pursued.

"The king wiped out their lairs," said the little black hand.

In the game, ghosts fight and annex each other, and cannibalism abounds, just like raising Gu, only the strongest can survive.

Because this kind of fact is too normal, so Ye Jia didn't continue to struggle with it.

——Although the reason for the shot may not be pleasant, in general, this king has done a good thing.

It's just so satisfying.

Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his neck carelessly.

Under the long eyelashes, the light-colored pupils narrowed slightly, showing a hazy and distant smoky gray under the dim and cold light, with a cold and non-human texture.

——Since the trouble has come before his eyes, he still has to take care of it.

After all, he was a public servant, after all.

How do you say that?

Serve the people wholeheartedly.

Of course...he really doesn't mind letting the genocide of smokers be more thorough.

Ye Jia untied the cloth strip in front of Sun Jiale, and squatted down.

The little girl's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Ye Jia didn't waste time, and asked straightforwardly: "Do you still remember where you fainted?"

"Yes...it's at school."

"Where is the school, can you still recall it?"

Sun Jiale blinked, as if trying to remember:

"I, I seem to be going to the bathroom? But just walked into the bathroom, I felt, and then I felt dizzy... and then I lost consciousness..."

bathroom.

Unsurprisingly, it is indeed the preference of the smoker.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Jia asked Sun Jiale about the address of her school in detail—coincidentally, her school was very close to the previous hospital, perhaps because of this, the school teacher sent her there after she passed out .

"I didn't expect to go back to the starting point..." the little black hand whispered.

Ye Jia glanced at it lightly.

The little black hand faltered, shut his mouth and retracted it under his collar.

Sun Jiale looked around the unfamiliar environment timidly, and saw herself lying on the hospital bed not far away.

Her figure froze slightly, and she couldn't help shivering.

She summoned up her courage and asked cautiously, "Brother, am I... dead?"

In the next second, Sun Jiale felt that the top of his hair was pressed heavily, and then, the young man's peaceful and quiet voice came from the top of his head, which sounded inexplicably convincing and reassuring:

"Don't worry, it won't."

·

After settled Sun Jiale, Ye Jia left the hospital in the same way as before.

The journey of several hours was shortened to 2 minutes, and the destination was reached almost in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Ye Jia stepped out of the field, he was caught off guard by the blinding lights in front of him.

In front of the main gate of the supposedly empty school, several black cars that looked very familiar were parked. Several headlights were on, illuminating the front gate of the school brightly. Several personnel in protective suits held detection instruments , carefully pacing around to collect data.

There are several familiar letters printed on the car:

PIAMB——

Paranormal Investigation and Management Bureau

[Paranormal Investigation and Administration]

Ye Jia: "..."

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind: "...Ye Jia?"

Ye Jia: "..."

Depend on.

What a coincidence.

He took a deep breath and turned his head slowly.

I saw Liu Zhaocheng frowning and looking at him, the top of his bald head reflected a dazzling light under the strong light: "Aren't you in the hospital? Why are you here?"

He looked Ye Jia up and down, and frowned even tighter:

"And you're still wearing a hospital gown?"

"..." Ye Jia was silent for a while, and answered bravely:

"I...sleepwalking."